I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 175
Her fingertips were trembling as she looked down at the wet road under her feet, filled with bad suspicions.
Why? Why did Uncle Tie’s memory look like this? This was the place where she was looking forward to meeting a younger version of Mister Long. It was obvious…
It was obvious that this was a gathering place for talented slaves who were kept in captivity to absorb their abilities.
She squeezed her hands tightly and even wanted to break away from this memory. She didn’t want to see Mister Long’s past like this.
…
“Get in,” Ah Tie and Ah Ling were finally put into an iron cage that already contained several people.
There were several young people who were around their 20s inside. The group in the cage saw that the siblings did not have any expressions, merely looking numb and not saying a word. Only a younger female elf among them, who looked quite sad, commented, “There’s two more now.”
“Where is this?” Ah Ling woke up and asked with her eyes open.
The elf closed her eyes and shook her head without speaking.
Being caught in this place, there were only two uses for everyone— they were either to be eaten or to have their talents sucked away and then be eaten. Her friends have all been devoured.
Perhaps it would be her turn tonight.
Ah Tie seemed to understand a little, but Ah Ling started to cry. She grabbed her older brother’s clothes and cried repeatedly that she wanted to go home.
“Ah Mei, you’ll be fine, this is just a game that your brother is playing with his friends,” Ah Tie comforted his sister with a trembling voice and a forced smile.
Ah Ling was very scared. She instinctively wanted to believe her brother and tried her best to put on a snotty yet cute smile, “Then,, is this elf sister my brother’s friend? She is so beautiful.”
The elf opened her brown eyes with tears welling in them, not daring to look at Ah Ling’s gaze.
Mu Wanwan’s heart trembled and she glanced subconsciously into the distance. There was a very large cage made of hard material, but there was only one person inside, who was extremely thin and familiar.
Her eyes suddenly started to water and tears couldn’t stop flowing down.
She walked towards the man and slowly saw his appearance clearly.
The boy was half-leaning against the edge of the cage, his long black hair seemingly hanging obediently on his temples.
With half-closed his eyes, the boy pursed his pale lips slightly. When Mu Wanwan walked to him crookedly, he happened to raise his eyes. His gaze flashed with the cold light of an unsheathed sword, sharp and deadly.
That was Mister Long.
A younger version of Mister Long.
The clothes on his body were different as it was no longer the same grey cloak that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, though he still looked proud and indifferent. He was obviously locked in a cage, but his demeanour made it seem like he was in a lavish palace.
Mu Wanwan saw the blood trailing down from his hands, but he no longer shook his plush ears desperately because of the pain like before.
He was grown up.