He recalled that she was in the bathtub when he first saw her. Although a prisoner of the Olympus Tribe, she had probably received decent treatment over there. He still remembered her surpassingly beautiful face. Even he, used to seeing beauties, was bedazzled by how gorgeous she was for a good half minute.
She was a stunner in an absolutely unparalleled manner.
However, her hair was currently messy, her skin was dull, her lips were chapped, and the clothes on her body-strips of cloth that barely covered her that had long been disregarded as clothes. Her current look and her original image were poles apart.
“Sion Rowan… Why are you in this state?” Alex spoke at last.
“I’m going to kill you!” Sion screamed hysterically, looking like she was about to go crazy. Although she knew she was no match for Alex, she still rushed up to him like a mad dog, attacking him with her bare hands and feet. She even bit him.
“Hey..! Sion Rowan, calm down! Calm… Down..!” grunted Alex as he tried to shake her off.
Alex could tell Sion was in an awful condition. Her bodily functions were seriously depleted, and she had no strength at all. To Alex, her crazy attacks were no different from tickles now. More importantly, his body’s automatic recoil ability could easily shock her to death. Therefore, Alex also had to suppress the recoil.
“Don’t bite. Don’t bite. We can talk it over.”
Alex stretched out two fingers and stuffed them into Sion’s mouth.
Sion, however, was determined to bite off his fingers. However, after a long while, she realized that it was futile to bite him as her teeth could not hurt his fingers at all. Instead, he was stretching his fingers in her mouth, stirring and touching her tongue.
That image was simply disgusting.
She spat the fingers out, knowing that further attacks would be futile, and he would take advantage of her completely. She immediately took several steps back and looked extremely cold. “Just kill me!”
“Why would I?”
“So, you also want to use my blood to open the vault of the Stoermer Sect! Hahaha! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!”
Alex said, “You’ve misunderstood me. I’m unlike the Divine Heir of the Olympus Tribe. I won’t do that.”
Alex returned to the outside.
The terrifying flame had long left a massive, thousand yard crater on the ground had sunken dozens of feet as if it had disappeared into thin air.
He could tell the terror of that flame.
‘This old geezer isn’t someone I can fight against at all! I better leave first!’
Alex was just a passer by. Not wanting to be drawn into that vortex of fear, he was ready to leave quietly. It was then that he heard a voice from the depths of the snow valley.
“Nolan Rockefeller, let me tell you the truth. Long ago, my ancestor planted a soul on William Rockefeller, your biological son. Now that your son has returned to the Wastelands, his life and death are at the whim of my ancestor. Do you really wish to see your child die before you?”
Those words greatly astonished Alex, and his expression changed rapidly. He slowly lowered the foot he had just lifted.
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