The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2517

Awakening one’s devil blood in the Sky City was a very dangerous thing. The devil energy of the devils and the divine power of the gods had extremely strong repulsive effects. Even human beings and other races could enter the Sky City under the guidance of the gods, but it was absolutely impossible for a devil to step inside, for the moment the devils stepped into the Sky City, they would be destroyed by the divine power that permeated the city. Only the Devil God Satan could resist this effect.

Shen Yanxiao absolutely could not bear such an effect, so she definitely must not let her devil blood awaken here.

"I see. I'm fine. There’s nothing to worry about." Shen Yanxiao was aware of Xiu's worries. She turned around in Xiu's arms, smiled, and blinked at him. "I suddenly remember some great master promising me that he would take me to his place after his revival. This great master shouldn’t be so forgetful, right?"

Xiu slightly raised his eyebrow, stretched out his arms, and princess-carried Shen Yanxiao.

"I'll take you there."

Shen Yanxiao smiled foolishly.

Light shrouded around their bodies. Xiu held Shen Yanxiao tightly and turned into a streak of light as he flew out of the temple.

Xiu's flying speed was so fast that Shen Yanxiao could not see the scenery on the way. She leaned against Xiu's arms, her ears pressing against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

……

Li Xiaowei woke up from the darkness. The cold air around him made him feel a chill he had not experienced for a long time. He woke up from the piercing cold and what he saw was a dark, damp, and shabby wooden house with broken furniture, patched bedding, and a bowl on the table that didn’t even contain a mouthful of food.

This picture was unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time.

"Xiaowei..." A weak voice faintly called out to Li Xiaowei, startling him. His body turned stiff and he turned around.

On the crude bed made of stacked straw, a skinny woman was lying limp, her sunken cheeks and sallow complexion all ruining her beauty, just like catkins in the wind.

The facial features of the woman were very beautiful. Despite her sallow skin and emaciated look, her delicate face still revealed the absolute beauty she once had. Only, that beauty was already in the past as it had gradually withered in the midst of poverty and misery.

Li Xiaowei couldn’t find his voice. He watched the skinny woman lying on the bed, and his calm heart suddenly set off huge waves. He stood transfixed, looking at the face he had imprinted in his soul.

"Mother..." A nearly torn voice was squeezed from Li Xiaowei's throat, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"My poor child, you haven't eaten for several days; Mother will cook for you..." The woman lying in bed struggled to get up, but her weak body could not provide her with enough strength.

Li Xiaowei dashed up at once to support his mother.

However, when he reached out his hand, he found that his hands had become very small and his figure had shrunk a lot.

These hands were not the hands of a young man at all, but the hands of a child who still hadn’t reached adulthood. And yet, the roughness of the hand did not belong to a child.

The picture buried in his memory overlapped with the scene before him.

Li Xiaowei would never forget this day in his life; this was also the memory he had been most unwilling to recall.