Chapter 118 - Enough Hatred (2/2)

The man sat quietly, listening to her story. He was very interested, though she did not say it directly, he could vaguely sense that what she had spoken about was herself.

”Then, what is the 'ingredient' that is missing?” The man asked it was something he needed to know, having spent so much time searching for this one component, yet never knowing what it is.

”You will never know.” Xue'er said each word clearly. Waiting to see the expression on his face.

The man looked at her. In his mind, a deep-set hatred took place. How could it be that he could not get it right, but there was someone else that beat him to it. His heart felt unwillingness, to allow something that he did not create himself to walk this earth. The man slightly moved his lips, and a flying object shot from his mouth. The projectile was silver and glimmered like a sword from what little light was available in the room. Traveling faster than one could see.

Xue'er felt a sharp pain in her chest, as her face twisted into an unsightly expression. She gasped heavily for breath, perhaps it was the deep pain in her heart that caused her to suddenly gasp for breath, or perhaps it was because the projectile she had seen coming hurt way more than she thought it would.

Laughter exploded in the room as soon as the expression of pain appeared on the girl's face ”It was not meant you, but seeing as it cares for you, I shall kill you first.” The voice was filled with agony, yet there was also joy and relief in his voice.

But seeing that Xue'er had yet to collapse, he felt that something was off.

Xue'er calmed down her breathing and straightens her back, calmly pulls the needle from her chest. The needle was about two and a half inches long and gave off a dark sheen, clearly coated with poison. ”Missed the heart.” She said mockingly, before throwing it on the ground. The needle gave a light clang as it hit the ground. Yet to the man, the sound of the needle hitting the ground was deafening.

”How… how is it possible?” He muttered the chest was a weak spot that was the center of circulation within the body. If one were to disrupt it, then a severe injury could occur, resulting in death. Adding on to that, he had coated the needle with poison that could travel in the blood, as a drop of ink would muddy all water it was put in.

Xue'er did not answer him, as to how that was possible, she herself did not know either.

”Why do I get the feeling you will get punished?” She asked as a wicked smile appeared on her pale lips.