The End Times as a Song

Chapter 321 Desolate Clouds

Huan Rugo complained endlessly, then squatted down, letting go of Huang Yunlan's hands.

"Girl, how are you...? Your injury? Are you alright?"

Huang Yunlan inquired about Huan Rugo's injuries with concern.

"I'm fine...it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Huan Rugo took a deep breath and gave a perfunctory reply. In her heart, she thought, "After all this time, I'm back in the hands of this strange silver-haired boy. What is this all about? When can I get my things back and return to Fangcao Village? If this drags on any longer, what will my mother do when she finds out? Will she beat me to death? Last time it was just a slap; this time, whether I can even go back is questionable. I should have never come out… I wonder how Tu Shanyan is doing…?"

The fire spirit hovered in the air, flew to the silver-haired boy's side, and hurriedly explained to him.

"Master, this person is no ordinary person; the sword he wields is the God-Slaying Blade..."

"The God-Slaying Blade, you said it's the God-Slaying Blade..."

"What's wrong? Do you know someone here...?"

"Hmm, I've heard of Lei, but how did it end up in Huangwu Shang's hands? Didn't the God-Slaying Blade disappear many years ago? How did it end up in Huangwu Shang's possession?"

Before the silver-haired youth could speak, Huang Yunlan intervened.

"Where did you get so many questions...? Why are you asking so many questions? Besides, how would we gods know about things from your demon race?"

"You are gods...? You really are gods...? Why do I feel that you are different from the gods...? You have a scent of our demon race on you...?"

"I'm warning you, weasel, don't try to associate with us and find another opportunity to slander our master."

"Yeah, what did you say...? What do you mean we smell like you...? We're gods, what do we have to do with you demons...? Don't try to make connections like that...?"

"These two little guys are actually quite united in their hatred of the enemy at this moment, forming a united front to protect the gods...!"

"I... ladies, please don't misunderstand...!"

"What's there to misunderstand...? Watch your words... I, Huo'er, am not so easily fooled...?"

"By the way, who are you? You're covered in wounds. Did you fall into the abyss with us? You'd better tell me the truth, or the fire spirit and I won't let you off so easily."

"I am Huang Yunlan, the young master of the Huang family, a clan of weasels among demons. May I ask how you two young ladies address your mistresses?"

"So it's the young master of the Rat Clan..."

The fire spirit said something meaningful.

"A mere mouse race member dares to inquire about the affairs of the gods...?"

The snow sprite hovered in the air, stared at Huang Yunlan, circled around, and reprimanded him.

"I'm just curious, are you really people of the gods...? Why do people of the gods also have a demonic scent on them...?"

"What's the reason for this? Is it possibly fake...?"

"No, no, it's a misunderstanding...? You two have misunderstood...?"

"Lin Yin!"

Just as the fire spirit, the snow spirit, and Huang Yunlan were arguing fiercely and evenly matched, the silver-haired boy spoke up.

"Owner……"

The two elves were instantly stunned, and turned to ask Lin Yin a question.

"It's just a name, there's nothing to hide."

"But……"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, Lin Yin turned and left.