Chapter 469: Chapter 471: Xiao Family’s Conspiracy (Part 1)
Hei Zhi’s complexion darkened, and a hint of panic gradually appeared in his gaze as he thought that if Elder Zhang self-destructed with his strength, he wouldn’t survive either…
“Miss, I’m sorry. If there is a next life, I will serve you again.”
Elder Zhang’s gaze held a contented smile, and through blurred vision, it seemed he could see Yao Yunqing’s eyes filled with panic. He slowly closed his eyes.
“Elder Zhang!!!”
A voice, strained to its limit, came from nearby, causing him to shake violently.
It was the young lady’s voice — she had actually returned…
Elder Zhang opened his eyes in shock and turned his head towards the staggering Yao Yunqing, yelling loudly, “Miss, run, just run!!!”
“No!”
Yao Yunqing’s footsteps faltered, and she nearly fell to the ground as she ran frantically towards Elder Zhang, tears streaming down her face.
“Elder Zhang, don’t!”
Looking at Elder Zhang’s swelling body, Yao Yunqing’s legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground; trembling, she reached out her hand trying to grasp Elder Zhang, fear like never before in her eyes.
“Miss, as long as you live, this old man will die without regrets…”
Elder Zhang smiled at Yao Yunqing, “If you still recognize this old man, leave here while there’s still time; otherwise, it will be too late, and you’ll even lose the chance to avenge me.”
Yao Yunqing’s body shook violently.
She hated her own weakness and her inability — was she really going to watch Elder Zhang die here?
No! She couldn’t bear it!!!
Suddenly, a silver light streaked across the sky, piercing into Elder Zhang’s body with a “puff,” and his ballooning body suddenly deflated.
Yao Yunqing was stunned; her tear-streaked face still wet as she stared in disbelief at Elder Zhang.
“What… what’s going on?” Elder Zhang widened his eyes in confusion.
He felt something inhibiting his strength, preventing him from carrying out his self-destruction. But… what was happening?
Elder Zhang was incredulous for a moment, entirely dumbfounded.
Hei Zhi, having recovered from his fear, burst into laughter, “Old man, since you’re so eager to die, let me send you to heaven.”
Just then, a childish voice came from behind—
“Heaven? What’s that? Is it fun?”
Hei Zhi, taken aback, looked up and immediately a finely chiseled face reflected in his pupils…
It was a little boy, about five or six years old.
Dressed in pristine white clothes, he looked charmingly naive like an Immortal Child, his long eyelashes slightly fluttering, and his sparkling eyes full of mirth.
“Whose child are you?” Hei Zhi frowned, asking.
The little boy smiled innocently, his eyes filled with guileless light: “My name is Little White, I am mother’s godson, but, well, the name Little White isn’t for everyone to use, you can call me the venerable Divine Dragon, sir.”
Hei Zhi scoffed, “Nonsensical child, this is none of your business, scram! I still have to deal with this old man.”
Little White didn’t get angry, and still smiling, he replied, “Sir, Little White has been locked up for a very long time. You are the first one Little White wants to kill since leaving that place! After all, just now your men almost killed mother’s elder brother, so you must die!”
Hei Zhi was startled, then burst into laughter, “Haha, to think a child like you could? What a joke. I only need one finger to deal with you!”