Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 15 An Exquisite Sight in the Snow

Five years ago, when she was just thirteen years old, at the border of Klievoria and Pliar, the woman now called Lela fell from a high mountain while escaping a den of demons. Falling so far after undergoing months of experimentation, she once again experienced excruciating pain.

Over half of her ribs had been fractured during the fall. One was misaligned and pierced her lung. Her left wrist suffered a comminuted fracture, her right leg a bone fissure, her pelvis a comminuted fracture, and her abdomen was punctured by a hard stone, creating a fist-sized hole where one could vaguely see soft red intestines, bleeding... Covered in blood from head to toe...

Even with her self-healing ability reaching abnormal levels, at that moment, she clearly sensed the approach of death.

She was certain she couldn't survive.

Anger, grief, unwillingness...

She couldn't die, with the great vendetta against her clan, an irreconcilable hatred. Moreover, she had just obtained her freedom. How could she be ready to go?

Clearly, those demons have not been punished yet but the smell of death filled the air around her.

Besides the unbearable pain, the temperature was rapidly dropping below freezing, chilling to the bone. Her blood began to solidify from the extremely low temperature, making it even harder for her wounds to heal.

The border between Klievoria and Pliar didn't normally have snow because of its low latitude but because of the tall Snow Mountain, temperatures in this specific place were extremely low.

In the valley, snow and wind floated down from the mountain, dense and white, filing her with a deep despair.

Help... help me.

Who could anyone come to her rescue? How could there be anyone passing through such a place?

Just when she was convinced she was really going to die, in her dazed state, she heard the voice of that man. "he's seriously injured, take her to the nearest hospital."

"Master Sylvester, she obviously won't survive. Besides, we have important matters to attend to in this area."

"Are you telling me how to conduct my business?"

"No, I would never dare, Master."

"Whether she can survive or not depends on her luck." His voice belied an arrogant, domineering tone, carrying a hint of coldness.

But she could sense his disdain for the rules of this world. His words, looking back now, were a form of salvation.

He stood in the night, with fair skin, defined eyebrows and eyes like stars, exceptionally refined. As the breeze blew open a corner of his coat, his handsome

What an exquisite sight...

cold, but he loved the

...

are you thinking about?" Sylvester's voice

interrupted. She raised her gaze and looked at Sylvester, who

examining her carefully. "Can a Mutant without knowledge have thoughts? Tell me, little

on herself with the

here and there, enjoying herself immensely, completely innocent and

chuckled. He had thought too much. She was innocent, what

and took the hairdryer from her hand, then lifted her up, saying, "Come, I'll teach you

study, he decided that he personally

hair, while Sylvester couldn't help but smile. He had definitely overthought it. She was just a Mutant, after all. If Michael saw this situation, his eyes would probably pop out

as he walked with her to the bathroom and said, "Little one, only I can hold you like this in the future. No one

side, Lela nodded her head to indicate that she

eyebrow and smirked,

patiently explained

body wash, for washing your body, "he said while squeezing some onto his hand

grabbed Sylvester's hand and blew, sending the dense bubbles flying

stick to

raised his hand and rubbed her little

your hair. Apply it on

decided against demonstrating this one and resolved to

for her bath

she was a Mutant and that ordinary burns would

his own tenderness, Sylvester felt even more

the showerhead in front

the

way, they would have to buy her a

"Lela, come here."

go of the showerhead and obediently hung it back, then