Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

At the same time, the poisonous snake let go of his mouth, slid down from his legs, burrowed into the mud and disappeared.

"Help --!!!" Karen Gerd howled miserably.

"Puff—" An arrow pierced Karen Gerd's neck.

Karen Gerd covered her throat, her pupils dilated instantly.

His throat was pierced, and bright red blood gushed out, soaking his hands.

"Pfft—"

A fifth arrow came and pierced Karen Gerd's chest.

"Boom!" Karen Gerd's body collapsed and turned into a pile of minced meat.

The arrow flew back to the hand of a dark purple short-haired young man in a cloak.

"Ah……"

The young man with short dark purple hair smiled and put away his bow and crossbow, "I thought it was so strong. It turned out to be just a second-level great magister."

The young man with short dark purple hair turned and left, leaving Karen Gerd with the last touch of sarcasm.

"waste!"

"...I'm trash!"

Karen Gold's voice wafted intermittently from afar.

...

In a simple and majestic palace, the lights are bright.

Two heavy doors were opened, and a group of guards were on guard.

"Ugh—"

A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into the hall, went straight to the throne, knelt down on one knee, and saluted: "My lord, the task has been completed."

"very good."

Bardia sat on the throne with a majestic demeanor, like a king.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you father for the compliment." The young man bowed and said.

Baldia pondered for a moment and said, "You've done a good job. However, the killings are too frequent, and it's easy to attract attention."

"I would like to follow the instructions." The dark purple short-haired young man said respectfully.

Baldia smiled slightly and said, "Since you like playing games so much, let's grab those girls and play with you."

"What?!" The dark purple short-haired youth's complexion changed, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, astonished, "Are you serious?"

"Why, don't you have any interest in them?" Bardia raised his eyebrows, his tone dark, "Those are all real noble daughters, much prettier than ordinary people, especially that 'Princess'... Tsk, she looks It's so beautiful..."

"...I refuse." The dark purple short-haired youth shook his head and said, "They are not suitable for me, Father."

"Oh?" Baldia looked at his own son in surprise, "You're not interested in them? They are slave girls I bought with money, how dare you refuse me!"

"They have nothing to do with me, and I don't intend to have them... Father." The dark purple short-haired youth raised his head and looked at Bardia firmly, "I hope... I can have a love that belongs to me."

"Love?" Baldia frowned, "You are a boy, why are you in love?"

"Father, I am a man, but I also long for affection!" the dark purple short-haired youth retorted.

"Then let's wait until you meet that own feeling."

Baldia waved his hand, "Go down and rest."

The young man with short dark purple hair took a deep breath, bent over and performed a standard knight salute, "Yes, my lord."

Then, he walked down, his figure gradually disappeared into the night, and disappeared.

...

"Ding!"

The crisp and sweet bell sounded.

Lorant was thinking about what to do.

Just then, she heard a series of familiar bells.

Lorant turned his head and followed the sound, and saw a hooded elf playing with a bamboo flute.

The little elf seemed to notice something, and when he looked up, he revealed a round, chubby bun face.

She blinked at Lorant, "Ding Ding Ding——"

The crisp and melodious music spread in all directions with the wind, causing the surrounding birds to flutter their wings and hover in the sky.

Lorant was stunned, and couldn't help but raised his lips and smiled, stretched out his right hand and waved it.

If she remembers correctly, her name should be Elion Miller.

This elf is really cute, she likes it very much.

Lorant's smile became much brighter.

She walked towards Eli, knelt down, touched the soft body of the elf, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Eli touched her fingertips with the flute and danced briskly, as if inviting her to join the own dance troupe.

Lorant smiled, "Of course."

The two elves began to dance, and they cooperated tacitly.

Suddenly, Lorant was patted on the shoulder, which made her tremble all over.

Turning her head to look, she saw Bardia standing behind her.

"Your Majesty?" Lorant panicked, "Sorry! Your Majesty, I was thinking about something just now and didn't notice you..."

Baldia smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm just passing by."

After a pause, Bardia asked again: "What were you thinking just now? Can you tell me?"

"Huh?" Lorant looked at him hesitantly.

"What? Is there a secret you can't tell me?" Bardia said, "Or, you don't want to tell me?"

There was a smile on his face, but his tone was dangerous and oppressive, which made people feel timid.

Lorant shook his head quickly and explained: "No, that's not the case. Your Majesty, I just..."

"Huh?" Bardia narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lorant clenched his lips, braced himself, and put the thoughts in his mind behind him.

Bardia's eyes flickered dangerously.

After a while, Lorant lowered his eyes, hiding the panic in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I just think of the fright I received today, and I can't believe it." Lorant said softly.

"You were attacked today?" Bardia asked.

"Yeah." Rorante nodded, "I almost died. Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise I would have died by now."

"So cruel!" Bardia's eyes flashed with anger, "Who did it?"

"It's a monster!"

Lorant's eye circles were red, and he was filled with grief and anger: "I don't know what it is, it's just a black shadow at an extremely fast speed."

"I don't know what it is..."

Baldia muttered to himself, then smiled, "It's okay. You can rest tonight. I will send someone to protect you."

Upon hearing this, Lorant lowered his head and said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"It's nothing." Bardia smiled lightly and said, "You saved my son's life and helped our family win. I should repay you."

"No...don't dare." Lorant was terrified.

"I'll go first." Bardia turned and left, his back tall and slender.

Laurent breathed a sigh of relief.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and walked upstairs slowly, thinking about what happened today.

Bardia was nice to her, but Lorant knew he was just using him.

After all, she was the mother of Bulgers, and Bulgers was Bardia's only son.

She is a pawn.

...

"boom!"

Bardia slammed his wine glass on the floor, smashing it to pieces.