Welcome To the Power Supremacy Empire

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

"Although I don't like to use it very much, and I don't use it frequently, but if you really want to count it seriously, my etiquette class is still pretty good, it is better to say that it is a full mark."

"After all, I used to be a good boy who did what I said."

Taking a step back gracefully, a modest and gentle smile appeared on Xia Ming's delicate and perfect face.

This makes him look quite a noble and compelling feeling, which can be called a model among the elegant aristocracy.

But soon, he broke his work when his clothes were disheveled.

"But--I'm tired of good boy, now I prefer to feel a little messy."

Turning around lightly in place, the silver-haired boy with a cheerful smile spread out his hands covered by his sleeves.

The slightly swaying sleeves look quite happy.

This kind of exquisite and lovely scene in which people wear large clothes and jump around. People generally call it cute.

It's hard to get involved with elegance and dignity.

"I can tell."

Skaha was noncommittal.

"If you were a good boy, we wouldn't have the relationship we have now."

"Well... isn't it good to argue?"

Xia Ming smiled slightly, and before Skaha could answer, he ended this meaningless topic.

"Don't say this, listen to your tone, you promised to teach me how to summon a follower?"

The small stick hit his palm lightly, and Skaha kept repeating this action as if hesitating.

Finally, she honestly expressed her doubts.

"...Although I said you just say what you want to learn, but - well, to be honest, don't you really want to teach you something like this? Does it make sense to do so? You are short of staff?"

Xia Ming grinned when it meant something.

"As I just said, I am not interested in the future you are looking forward to, so this is just out of my personal interest."

"Well, in my own name, please, please teach me how to summon servants, teacher."

Personal name?

Skaha raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter what name you request under, it's not what I'm asking."

"Then, here is important to you?"

"..."

Skaha paused when he heard the words, and Xia Ming chuckled lightly and approached again with his hands on his back.

He raised his head and looked at the calm and extremely oppressive pair of crimson, the silver-haired boy with almost the same eyes continued with a smile.

"Sorry, I asked a stupid question-you are a demigod born in the history of mankind. This should be pretty important to you, right?"

The gatekeeper of the Demon Realm was silent.

Xia Ming tilted his head and sighed slightly.

His right shoulder moved, and his slender right hand protruded from his sleeve.

Immediately, he grabbed the white catkin holding the staff, and put the cold cork around his neck.

"However, one thing belongs to the same thing-in your words, I am not a good boy, so I think our relationship is pretty good now, what do you think?"

"..."

The expressionless Skaha was silent for a long time and sneered.

"Courageous courage, much cuter than the precautionary look before, but—"

Click, click, click——

The cold Senbai spread along the fingertips to the stick, and slowly crawled towards Xia Ming's neck.

Skaha said indifferently.

"I am not the same as a fool who is ignorant, and I am different from a fool who pretends to be invisible. Just the trouble you are causing now, I have enough reason to kill you here-those outsiders, those outsiders Believers, they are chasing you."

Xia Ming glanced at the ice that had climbed up to his neck, and responded indifferently.

"Since it's affirmed, don't ask extra words."

"I said from the beginning, I drifted here because I killed the outside god. In this case, regardless of whether the person I am facing is the real body or not, its followers will chase me all over the world. Isn’t it normal to run?"

He wanted to move his neck a little uncomfortably, but in exchange for a futile stiffness.

"call……"

He breathed out a faint white mist, and licked his dry lips.

There was another smile on Xia Ming's face.

"I thought you were going to say anything. If that's the case, then the prank should end here? Otherwise, I'm going to be overwhelmed."

When Skaha heard the words, his eyes retracted from the unnaturally trembling left arm.

She lowered her eyes, stared at Xia Ming's wrinkled face, looked at the red pupils with distressed colors, and said nothing for a long time.

The biting cold stopped the erosion with silence.

"..."

a long time.

clatter--

The slender fingertips point on the ice, and the warm flames meander down, without a moment, the water mist curls.

Xia Ming stroked the still cold skin and twisted his stiff neck.

Click click.