27 Garbage or Talen

The man took two steps forward and smiled as he held her hand up as if he was caressing it gently like her lover. "Was this the hand that hurt me just now? Do you know what the ending for people who hurt me is?"

He Xi slowly calmed her breathing down as the pain at her vital points made her face as white as a sheet.

The man's warm and strong five fingers held her weak hand, and his coarse fingers were rubbing against her delicate skin, giving her a numbing session that made her shudder.

He Xi's wrist moved lightly as she wanted to break free from the man's clutches. However, he pulled her body strongly; and she fell into his arms.

"The previous time, a woman—who claimed that she was righteous—took a sword and pointed it at me in front of everyone to attract my attention. Then, she couldn't lift the sword anymore." His low voice, with charismatic danger, slowly sounded at her ears. "Young lady, do you think I should cripple your hand or all the meridians in your body?"

"If you want to cripple, then do it. What's the point of saying all this nonsense? Do you think I'll beg you?" He Xi sneered. Her face was pale, but her eyes were as bright as the stars and were filled with stubbornness and coldness, without a hint of retreating.

There was a pang in the man's heart. At that moment, the image of this pair of eyes was etched into his heart, causing his usually calm heart to beat even faster.

He could not help but lower his head and smile, taking away the coercion on his body. There were hints of helplessness in his voice. "You're so young; why are you so stubborn?"

He Xi furrowed her brows, and when she was about to sneer at him, she suddenly felt something pure spread throughout her body from the pulse being held onto.

The cool aura, bringing a domineering stance of supremacy with it, spread throughout her body—right to her dantian. The excruciating pain about to rip her vital points apart disappeared into thin air, and it was replaced with a relaxing feeling that almost made her sigh.

"What are you doing?" He Xi was shocked. Was this person healing her wounds?

However, what answered her was the man's shocked expression. He held He Xi's wrist pulse tightly, and his expression was filled with confusion. After a while, he boomed, "I heard the third missy of the Nalan Residence, Nalan Hexi, was diagnosed to be a trash that could not cultivate since young so she was thrown into this forsaken place with very little spiritual influence. Are… are you really that rumored trash, Nalan Hexi?"

He Xi was taken aback, but her expression did not change. She said lightly, "Didn't you already investigate my identity and background before stalking me here? Besides, who would I be if I'm not Nalan Hexi?"

Hmph! This body was really Nalan Hexi's. There was no precedence of stealing someone's body to relive in the world. As long as she did not admit it, no one could say that she was not Nalan Hexi.

The man laughed lowly, and his voice was filled with playfulness. "Hehe, what a trash that can't cultivate. There truly are so many blind people in the world."

He Xi was stunned and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by that? Her usual calm face finally showed some expression.

The warm palm held her lower jaw, and the man lowered his body, staring into her pair of clear eyes as he said slowly, "Nalan Hexi, right? I'll remember you. I believe we'll meet again very soon."

"Who are you?"

When He Xi's stern, questioning voice sounded; she felt emptiness in the surroundings. The man originally standing in front of her had disappeared into thin air.

The candlelight was shining in the entire room, but she was alone and solitary as if the strange man that appeared in front of her was just part of her hallucination.

Bastard! He Xi cursed silently and clenched her teeth as she lay on the bed, returning to the space.