Youngsters were always easily taken by their rosy, bubbly, fluffy fantasies.
They came in all shapes and sizes, but in most of the cases, such a fantasy involved cliches such as surviving a major disaster before running into some fair maiden—or obtaining some magical ability, if maidens were not available.
The owner of such fantasies usually shared the same name: the male protagonist.
Chased by the ghostly thing, Yan Han had run his guts out before he arrived at this spot. The moment he laid eyes on Xiaozhai, he was overwhelmed by this feeling that he was infused by the souls of all the heroes there were of all known fictions.
'Awesome! Don't speak a word, I know my part! Damn it, I'm freaking amazing!'
Unfortunately, such feeling only lasted for two mere seconds before he started shaking, too afraid to even looking up. He had seen her eyes. The cold, solemn killing look in them were apparent and undisguised.
"Rustle!"
"Sister!"
