The End Times as a Song

Chapter 33 If You Insist on Hurting Her

"Oh, girl, looking closely, you're not bad looking... No wonder our young master Huang Yunlan cares about you so much."

Huang Shangwu lightly stroked Huan Rugo's face, mocking Huang Yunlan. Huan Rugo turned her face away and pleaded for mercy.

"Big brother, please don't do this..."

"Huang Yunlan, think it over carefully. Do you want the woman, or the Young Master's Seal..."

Huang Wushang's knife was pressed against Huan Ruge's slender neck. Huan Ruge's slender neck was gently touched.

"Wait, Aramu, I really don't know this woman."

"I don't care if you know her or not. Just by looking at you so nervous, this woman is worth taking advantage of."

"Brother, this is truly unfair... I really don't know Huang Yunlan well."

"Are you taking me for a fool? You two aren't even close, yet Huang Yunlan is protecting you like this. You're hiding behind Huang Yunlan. If you want to live, shut up. I don't have Huang Yunlan's patience to listen to your nonsense..."

Huan Rugo was also helpless; they really weren't very close. And what Huang Wushang said seemed to be true. They'd just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Huang Yunlan, on the other hand, felt a bit nervous; he didn't want to implicate the woman before him. Besides, they hadn't known each other for very long, yet he had no way to explain it. Huang Wushang smiled triumphantly and pressed for another question.

"Think it over carefully. I don't care if you two are familiar or not. Anyway, if this woman wants to live, she has to hand over the Young Master's Seal."

The two sides reached a stalemate. Meanwhile, on the other side...

"Snow Elf...where are you?"

"Master...isn't he behind us?"

"Look carefully..."

"Where did they go...? No way, they were just here..."

The silver-haired boy turned and asked Huan Rugo, only to find that Huan Rugo was already gone. The snow elves were stunned, their adorable eyes widening in panic as they offered explanations all at once.

"Where did that girl go, Master? She just told me she wanted to thank you... Did she lie to me and run away...?"

The silver-haired boy interrupted the snow elf and said something.

"She doesn't have the ability to escape..."

"Master, be careful... we seem to have been trapped in a magic circle."

The snow elf suddenly realized what was happening and spoke to the silver-haired boy.

"A mere trick, a simple magic array to trap my young master... Does this person even have a brain?"

The fire sprite immediately changed into a sprite-like demeanor, crossed its arms over its chest, and spoke with great confidence.

With a casual wave of his hand, the silver-haired youth conjured a portal to another dimension. He deftly lifted his sleeve and entered, easily dissolving the magic array. The fire sprite floated in the air and followed, while the snow sprite, hovering in mid-air, hurriedly followed as well.

Stepping through the portal of time and space, the silver-haired boy saw Huan Rugo. A smile played on his lips, but he remained silent. The snow elf, however, exclaimed in surprise.

"You brat, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere."

The snow elf loudly berated Huan Ruge, trying to regain some dignity, but interrupted the large-scale battle scene.

"Who are you...? How did you break my magic array so easily...?"

When Huang Wushang saw the silver-haired boy before him, he felt a strange unease. The magic array he had meticulously set up had been so easily broken by this seemingly sickly silver-haired boy. He questioned the silver-haired boy in bewilderment, trying to find some convincing answers for himself.

"Hmph... Old man, you look down on us too much... You think you can trap our young master with your little broken magic array? Do you demons look down on people like this...?"

The fire sprite floated in the air, hands on her hips, fiercely defending her young master.

The silver-haired youth smelled the strange fragrance of Huan Rugo's blood, and his expression turned terrifying. He coldly said something to Huang Wushang.

"You hurt her...?"

"So what if it is...?"

"You dare touch my people...?"

"No... What does this have to do with you, kid... Kid, look closely, this is Huang Yunlan's woman. Besides, who are you? You're quite arrogant, and you look sickly. How could you possibly break my carefully set-up magic array looking like that?"

Huang Wushang was completely baffled. This sickly, silver-haired boy looked frail and delicate, yet he always exuded a kind of unsettling aura. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; there was a strange sense of fear about him. Huang Wushang's hand trembled as he looked at the silver-haired boy again, trying to convince himself that it was just his imagination.

"Hmph... You think you're worthy of knowing my young master's name?"

"What do you mean? Is your young master someone who can't be seen in public...?"

"Damn it, how dare you say my young master is shameful? You're asking for it... Looks like you deserve a beating..."

"You little brat, you think you can take care of me, the great one..."

"Young Master, let Huo'er teach this arrogant old man a lesson."

"Heh... You dare to insult me, an old man? Then I'll show you what I'm capable of."

"Huang Yunlan, it seems you don't want this woman anymore, then I'll kill her..."

"Wait, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you... Please don't hurt her. Although she's not my woman, I don't want her to die in vain because of the Huang family..."

"With your appearance, you call yourself the young master of the Huang family? With your appearance, how can you lead our Huang family to unify the Great Wilderness? The elders of the Huang family are truly blind. Choosing a soft-hearted person like you as the young master. How can our Weasel clan move towards the future?"

"I……"

Huang Wushang, filled with righteous indignation, passionately berated Huang Yunlan. Huang Yunlan, seeing Huan Rugo unable to utter a single rebuttal for a long time, tried to salvage his dignity. Huang Yunlan pursed his lips, clenching his fists in a mixture of agitation and helplessness.