Just as I reach the bedside, a childlike voice enters my ears: “Divine Lord.”
I pause, looking towards the sound. A white light floats out from under the covers, a child hovering in mid-air, lowering his eyes: “Why does Divine Lord keep following my master, wanting to serve him?”
I paused for a moment, sighing bitterly after a long time: “Perhaps it’s because of my relationship with the famous sword. Among the seventeen masters I have served, thirteen were taken from others. To control me and obtain my greatest power, they might have wanted to prove something to the world.”
He sighed, and I sighed along with him. I didn’t expect Mo Junqing to be so greedy, disregarding his clan members for personal gain. When facing pursuers, he killed without hesitation.
Zhuyi said again: “I beg the Divine Lord to let me stay by his side for these seven days. Even if we cannot become master and servant, I hope to repay his kindness.”
“It’s not that I won’t let you stay, but he won’t let me stay. I can’t break the rules.”
” Otherwise, my monthly salary would be deducted, and violating the heavenly decree would cost me forty gold bars – just thinking about it hurts.
Zhuyi thought for a moment and asked: “Where is the Divine Lord’s mortal body?”
“It’s here. You’re not thinking of turning me into an ordinary person for Mo Junqing to slice up, are you? In the middle of the night, he’d think I’m here to steal you.” I stroked my chin, “Actually, I am here to steal you.”
Zhuyi bowed slightly: “If the Divine Lord returns to mortal form now, I have a way to make him keep you.”
“Don’t,” I quickly waved my hand. “I’ll just take you away directly.”
I was afraid that if I stayed a moment longer, I might really strangle him.
“This method will definitely make him keep you,” Zhuyi insisted.
I twitched my mouth, seeing his determined expression, and took a step back: “Fine, if he doesn’t come to his senses, I’ll definitely take you away.”
“Okay. Please, Divine Lord, return to mortal form.”
