Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 287 Cardamom shoots at the beginning of February, silver armor and red tassels come to be king ([-])

This child is cursed.

The warm spring breeze blows the young man's tattered and unrecognizable clothes, and the red streaks under the gently fluttering ink-colored hair reveal an ominous air.

Although I don't know if it would be impolite to say this...but the ominous air is simply weak.

The level is even weaker than when she just became the Supreme Master, those defeated generals gritted their teeth in their own courtyard in the middle of the night and cursed her villain in order to make a fuss.

In Xing Mo's eyes, the only tentatively dangerous function of that thing is that it is very dirty and filthy.

It's not very strong, not even comparable to ordinary evil spirits, but it sticks around you, slowly staining your body, soul, and even—fate.

"Can it be cleaned?"

Xing Mo turned the candied haws in his hand and asked indifferently.

In her eyes, the black air can be cleared with a little care. If the other party has a quirk and just likes the sticky black air, then she can't care about it, but the black air is really an eyesore.

It made her a little afraid that she would not be able to control the itching of her hands, and would secretly knock the boy unconscious and take him to the alley, and then take advantage of the boy's unconsciousness... Hehehe, grab the black air!
The speaker has no intention, but the listener's brain hole expands arbitrarily.

The young man looked at his dirty and unsightly stinky skin, and secretly clenched his hands, blood oozing out, he raised his head in great pain, and smiled purely with a naive, bright and terrifying expression : "If I wash myself clean, will you take me home?"

Take him home? The kid...

Xing Mo frowned slightly, a little blind man wandering around for unknown reasons, with so many wounds on his body, suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, as expected...

I got lost so I can't find my way home!

Xing Mo thought so firmly, and agreed quite readily, "Of course." Why don't you just lead the way, what a big deal.

But Xing Mo didn't know how many magical twists and turns she had brought to her usual ordinary life with her light and flirtatious actions.

Hearing this, the boy's dull eyes instantly lit up with a brilliance that shouldn't have been there.

Xing Mo secretly guessed that it is probably because the sunshine is so good that people's eyes are stained with hope.

With a sound of "噗呲", the bright red blood splashed, and a drop of it just fused with the sugar-colored candied haws, the red was bright and eye-catching.

Xing Mo turned his eyes back to the young man, only to see the young man with a pure and terrifying smile, slowly using a blunt knife to cut open his own skin bit by bit.

"What are you doing?"

If the candied haws were sticky with blood and smelled of blood, they would not taste good. He rubbed the blood off the candied haws carelessly, Xing Mo asked with the last candied haws in his mouth.

Self-mutilation is not a good habit, and it has endangered the physical and mental health of the future socialist successor of the motherland several times, which is not advisable.

Veteran cadre Xing silently wants to deal with this issue seriously.

The young man paused, his pure smile faded a bit, he lowered his well-shaped eyes in frustration and said sullenly: "Don't you think I'm dirty...then I just need to peel off this layer of filthy stinky skin Two cleansing, you can become very clean.”

(End of this chapter)