Forced her into demonic possession: There will be no more gods in the world!

Chapter 134 Are the Old Friends Well?

"Cough cough..." Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cough, the stunningly handsome man slowly took out a delicate handkerchief from his hand and carefully covered his slightly trembling lips.

The violent coughing seemed to shatter his internal organs, instantly turning his already pale face as bloodless as a bluish-gray stone slab.

Seeing this, the servant standing to the side was extremely anxious and quickly reached out to take the oiled paper umbrella from his hand, fearing that the heavy umbrella would worsen his master's condition.

When his gaze inadvertently swept over the blood-stained handkerchief in his master's hand, an indescribable worry and fear welled up in his heart.

"Master, why would you risk your precious inner strength for such a seemingly unrelated and insignificant person? You know your body is already overburdened, and every forced exertion of your inner strength will cause great damage to yourself. Is it really worth it to hurt yourself like this?"

The servant looked anxiously at the weak figure before him, who seemed as if he might collapse at any moment, his voice filled with concern and confusion.

I have followed my master through countless trials and tribulations, but I have never witnessed my master behave in such a way.

He had witnessed his master's ruthless and merciless execution of enemies; he had also seen his master indifferent to the life and death of others, refusing to help those in distress; and he had even witnessed his master lose control of his emotions, rampaging and killing indiscriminately, treating human life as worthless.

Even so, the master has never been so willing to risk his life, putting his own life aside, just to save that one person.

However, at that very moment, the man heard the servant's nonchalant remark, "It's insignificant."

These four words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the man's last line of defense.

In an instant, his eyes, which had been tightly closed due to extreme pain, suddenly opened.

A sharp, intense light shot out from his eyes, as if it wanted to pierce through all obstacles and stab straight at the servant beside him whose strength was unknown.

The man's brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep furrow between them, revealing his intense dissatisfaction and anger.

He parted his lips slightly, his voice deep and authoritative, and said sternly in a tone that brooked no argument: "What did you say? Insignificant? She has never been insignificant! She is the entire meaning of my life, the very essence of my being! Anyone who dares to disrespect her will face my ruthlessness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread out, making people tremble with fear.

When that raging anger, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly descended, the servant was caught off guard and trembled all over, his heart seemingly stopping for a moment.

He stared wide-eyed at his master, who was usually as cold and aloof as an iceberg, his face filled with terror and confusion.

He racked his brains trying to figure out who that mysterious woman was.

Why is it so easy to break through the master's unbreakable cold mask and expose such rare emotional fluctuations?

You know, ever since I became this servant, I have served my master carefully every day, but I have never seen my master react so strongly to anyone or anything.

The servant still vividly remembers the scene when he first met his master.

At that time, the master exuded a suffocating chill, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

He looked like a walking corpse, mechanically going through the motions of daily life, indifferent to everything around him.

Moreover, the owner would often mutter to himself unconsciously, those indistinct words seeming to hide a hidden past buried deep in his heart.

However, as the days went by and the servant and master had more and more contact, he began to slowly notice some subtle changes.

Although the master remained outwardly indifferent, the servants keenly perceived the deeper meaning behind the occasional hint of sadness or momentary lapse in concentration that the master revealed.

Gradually, through observation and listening, the servant finally pieced together the truth: it turned out that the master had been silently watching over a special person, who was not only a part of the master's life, but also the source of the master's belief and strength to continue living.

The man, who was absolutely stunning, seemed to have been struck by a surprise from the heavens, and was completely immersed in great joy.

He was so excited that he held his servant tightly with both hands like iron clamps, as if afraid that this sudden happiness would slip away in an instant.

Overjoyed, he wept uncontrollably, his glistening tears sliding down his beautiful face.

At this moment, he completely disregarded his own condition, his mind and eyes were filled only with the person he longed for—she was still alive!

But now that I look like this, in such a broken and incomplete state, wouldn't she despise me?

However, this joy was soon replaced by another kind of pain.

He would sometimes weep bitterly, and at other times laugh through his tears, becoming completely erratic.

She kept muttering to herself, "But...but she forgot me...has she really forgotten me? Has she forgotten what I look like, or even me as a person?"

The servants watching their master lose his composure silently felt extremely distressed.

He wanted to offer words of comfort, but didn't know where to begin.

Just as he was at a loss, he heard his master mutter to himself again: "Fortunately...fortunately she's still alive...as long as she's still alive in this world, that's enough...it's good that she's alive...it's good that she's alive..."

The servant finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, since you care so much about that girl, why didn't you follow her when you saw her earlier?"

Faced with the servant's question, the handsome man paused slightly, then shook his head with a wry smile and said slowly, "Even if she has forgotten me, just knowing that she is living safely somewhere is the greatest comfort to me. Besides, going to acknowledge her now would probably only cause her more trouble."

After saying that, he sighed deeply and looked into the distance, as if he could see the figure he longed for through the thick fog.