Chapter 9 The only option

Holding the hope of waiting for the messenger of the Tower of Heaven to appear, An Ruoran stayed here for another ten days after the competition was over, but until the demon casters gradually dispersed, the legendary messenger still did not appear. Although An Ruoran was extremely anxious about this, the one who seemed even more anxious than him was the Duke of Stan of Guard City.

According to the prior agreement, Duke Stan naturally hoped that the sooner he would leave, the better. However, considering Victor's strange temper, he did not dare to urge him to set off rashly, so he could only visit him every now and vaguely reveal his request. Later, An Ruoran was tired of seeing that face every day, so he simply asked Rui to tell Stan to act first, and agreed that he would arrive in Jiade City in half a month.

With the personal guarantee of "Master Victor", Duke Stan finally left happily, and An Ruoran was able to breathe a sigh of relief and instead solve another problem. Miss Christine was obviously much more stubborn than Duke Stan. Since she was rejected that day, the beauty founder actually stood outside the door and waited day and night, and refused to leave for a while.

But although she was persistent, An Ruoran's stubbornness was not less than her. The two of them confronted each other with reluctance to give in. Christine refused to leave, and An Ruoran simply refused to go out. Later, when An Ruoran woke up, if she couldn't see the figure in the courtyard, she would feel a little uncomfortable...

"Let her stand, I haven't forced her." Looking at the sky gradually covered with clouds, An Ruoran put down his wine glass without any reason, and sighed helplessly, "It's been ten days, and it seems that we can't wait for that messenger. Then Vivian, tell Rui to pack his luggage and we will solve your trouble first."

Hearing his orders, the little loli jumped happily and stumbled on his face. After a while, An Ruoran summoned the Yunlong chariot in the courtyard and took Vivian and Naya on the train, but ignored Christine who was close at hand. Rui stood beside the car and bowed slightly, his eyes slightly wet and said, "Master, even if you know I don't have much ability, if you need help..."

"I understand, take good care of yourself, and I believe An Ruoran will become your friend." With a slightly awkward expression, An Ruoran signaled to Rui's head, and then slowly raised the walls of the car on all sides. Almost at the same time, thin raindrops began to fall from the sky, adding a bit of sad atmosphere to the separation. The Yunlong chariot slowly drove out of the courtyard under the drag of the bone horse, but when passing by Christine, An Ruoran suddenly moved his heart and shouted in a low voice: "Wait!"

The chariot suddenly stopped, and a harsh voice echoed in the courtyard. Christine, who was already gradually showing despair, was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but raise her head with hope to meet An Ruoran's gaze that popped out of the carriage. More than ten days of hard support have made the beauty haggard, with a little less coldness, but more pitiful weakness. Seeing this scene, even An Ruoran, who decided to be cold to the end, felt pity, but after sighing a little, he finally insisted on his own ideas...

"Miss Christine, I don't know why you insisted on being my maid." An Ruoran stared for a moment and said in a low voice, "But I have no interest in this, because it will not be a good thing for both of you and me - so, please go back to the position you should return to, and we will not have a chance to meet again."

The merciless rejection gradually dimmed the fire of hope in Christine's bright eyes. The Yunlong Chariot also restarted at this time, and suddenly accelerated in a moment, galloping along the long street at a glance. Amid the roaring horse hooves, the drizzle suddenly turned into a rainstorm, pouring down with the power of heaven and earth. Rui's whole body was wet, but he still focused on staring at the back of the chariot and bowed respectfully...

"Goodbye, my teacher, even if you never admit it!" Rui, who raised his head, had a deep sob in his voice. He sighed softly, turned his head to look at the woman standing on the trunk, and comforted him with some unbearable relief: "Miss Christine, don't stick to it anymore. In my opinion, the teacher does not hate you, but has his own..."

Before he finished speaking, Rui suddenly shut his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Christine, who was originally like a stone statue, suddenly moved her pace and slowly walked towards the direction where the chariot disappeared. In the loud roar, the heavy rain pouring down was so majestic that it made it difficult for even breathing, but the woman facing the storm had no intention of retreating. Her pace was so steady and firm, just like the belief in her heart...

"If that girl comes with me again, I will really treat her as my wife!" Uncle Naya was gnawing on the roasted suckling pig in the warm carriage, and cursing in disappointment. An Ruoran was opening the barrier of light to resist the storm. Hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and smiled: "Naya, are you cursing or praying? Why do I feel that you really want her to come with me."

These words naturally aroused Naya's rebuttal, and Vivian was causing chaos next to him, and the carriage suddenly became chaotic. While playing, the chariot had already sped away from the city and turned into the deserted wilderness. At this moment, looking at all sides, there were white raindrops everywhere, as if they had connected the sky and the earth. But the Yunlong chariot still rushed north without slowing down, bringing splashing water mist along the way.

"At this speed, we will be able to..." Seeing that there was an endless desert in front of us, An Ruoran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and turned to look at Vivian beside him. However, at this moment, Nayahu threw down the roasted suckling pig, pointed to the tip of the front and shouted: "An An, be careful over there!"

Before he could think more, An Ruoran subconsciously called the bone horse to stop. Under the action of huge inertia, the two of them hit the wall of the car, and they grinned in pain. About two hundred meters ahead of the chariot, a burly black figure suddenly appeared like a ghost. He carried a giant axe with red hands, standing in the middle of the road like Mount Tai, without any intention of giving way.

"Meow, is that guy going to blackmail medical expenses?" An Ruoran rubbed the lump on his forehead and looked forward angrily. But after a few seconds, he immediately recognized the identity of the blocker - there was no doubt that it was the high-level barbarian fighter beside Christine, whose name seemed to be Nicholas... So, was this guy's sudden appearance, and was planned to force himself to accept the employment under Christine's order?

"Master Victor, please get out of the car!" As he guessed, Nicholas stood firmly in the middle of the road, his rough voice echoing in the rain, and even the roar of the heavy rain could not be concealed. "Accepting Speaker Catherine's only choice; if you don't accept it, then I don't mind forcing you to take you back!"

"Who do you think he is?" Hearing such a ridiculous suggestion, An Ruoran smiled slightly. The next moment, the Yunlong chariot suddenly accelerated and rushed away with the power of landslides. The two bone horses driving were flickering green eyes, and their foreheads were aimed at the barbarian fighters in front. Naya chewed the roasted suckling pig heavily and cursed fiercely: "Damn, I don't believe he is willing to be hit and killed by the car!"

Amid the roar, the distance between the chariot and Nicholas suddenly narrowed to dozens of meters, but Nicholas, who was standing in the road, still did not dodge, but slowly opened his arms and acted as a stance to block the chariot from advancing with his flesh and blood. Vivian exclaimed, closed his eyes and couldn't bear to witness the tragedy on earth. While An Ruoran had no choice but to call the order, the chariot with great inertia had hit Nicholas...

However, the unimaginable scene happened at this moment! After a violent shock, the two bone horses were blocked by Nicholas, and they could not move forward no matter how they neighed and galloped. Looking at the three pale people on the chariot, Nicholas showed his white teeth and smiled: "I said, you only have one choice, why do you have to make such a futile attempt?"

"Is there only one choice?" After the initial shock, An Ruoran actually looked at Nicholas and showed a faint smile. The next moment, two blood-colored spear shadows flew out from the wall of the car, hitting Nicholas at the same time with a whistling sound. Among the surge of red light and flying smoke and dust, Nicholas' huge figure suddenly flew out. After hitting several ancient trees heavily, his body slowly slid down like a sack, without any chance...

"Sorry, you are seeking death by yourself, it has nothing to do with us!" An Ruoran sighed helplessly and commanded the bone horse to activate again. However, at this moment, Vivian suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, and shouted in a pale trembling voice: "An An...you, look over there, that guy is still alive!"

"What, what!" An Ruoran was shocked and turned his head subconsciously. But before he could react, the rolling waves of air suddenly came over and over, lifting the bone horse and the chariot. In the huge roar, the two bone horses were immediately crushed to pieces, and the chariot also fell to the ground with Vivian's scream, splashing smoke and water about half a meter high.

An Ruoran hugged Vivian and Naya tightly, relied on his strong bodies to resist the bombardment, and slowly climbed out of the car. In his horrible gaze, Nicholas, whose clothes were broken, was slowly rising into the air. **'s upper body turned black, and the blood-colored bat wings slowly stretched behind him; a horn slowly extending from his forehead was erupting with thick fog as dark as night; and any object that touched the thick fog was corroded in an instant to no avail...

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