Miracle Doctor Miss Jiu - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: He Died Young, His Excellency, the Son of God is the Great Devil King!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Who is it?!”
Lu Jiu Que’s heart skipped a beat as she suddenly turned her head to look back, thus accidentally aggravating her injuries. It was so painful that she couldn’t help baring her teeth as she grimaced in pain.
“Gee, that thing’s really ugly.” That young, childish voice spoke again. It carried a provocative, evil aura that struck her to the core.
“…Gee. This wimpy no-life kid has absolutely no manners!”
“Lowly ant, why are you still alive?!”
Lowly ant?!
Was he calling her that?
Lu Jiu Que followed the voice and looked over. Then her entire body stiffened and froze in place.
She was thinking… she might have seen… an angel?
A young man with silver hair and eyes, wearing a white coat, was standing atop the mountain of corpses. He exuded a bright aura and didn’t seem to be contaminated by even the most minute speck of dust. He was worlds apart from the scene of chaotic death beneath his feet. He was as clean as a trickle of fresh spring water from when the world had first been created.
His long, silky curls cascaded down and outlined his incomparably exquisite face. His face was as delicate as white porcelain, and the tips of his brows were gently raised. His long, slit-like eyes, which were slightly raised at the corners, were sparkling and bright, and they were filled with arrogance. As he blinked, his long, thin eyelashes were visible. Starlight flowed within his eyes. It was holy and pure, intense and fervent. It was soul-captivating.
This was a beauty that couldn’t belong to the mortal world. Was she dreaming?
But the person in this dream seemed so familiar… Why was he so familiar?
This wasn’t her memory. It had to be a memory of the original host of this body…
Wait a minute!
Was this not the supreme and peerlessly distinguished His Excellency, Son of the Lord of the Pantheon of Heaven?!
“His Excellency, the Son of God?”
At the very moment that the young man’s identity was unveiled, Lu Jiu Que could sense the harshness of his aura. Lu Jiu Que, who had been grappling with death over the years, instantly felt her hair standing on end as she shuddered all over.
The next moment, something grasped Lu Jiu Que by her throat, forcing her eyes to open wide in a stare that met his eyes.
He had a pair of deep, obscured, and cold eyes that no light could possibly penetrate.
From this pair of eyes, she seemed to see eternal death.
“Tsk tsk tsk, what should I do with you? Miss Lu, you’ve recognized who I am, so have you discovered what MY secret is?”
The young man’s eyes roamed down the length of Lu Jiu Que’s body as he spoke. Whoosh! Goosebumps were popping up non-stop on her skin wherever his eyes passed.
At that moment, Lu Jiu Que really wanted to give herself two sharp slaps to the face. ‘Crap! Why did you have to talk so much? Even if you recognized him, you should have pretended you didn’t!’
Anyone who appeared in this place was either prey like her or the master of this Pandemonium, where hundreds of thousands of corpses and bones were buried!
This wimpy little kid had a body that was as fair and white as snow. He was so clean that even the legs of a housefly could be seen clearly when it landed on his clothes. Could he still be called the Son of God?!
He had died young! This was clearly the Great Demon King himself!
What else could she have been missing with this explanation?
The most frightening thing was, how had he known her last name was Lu?
He must have found Lu Jiu Que’s expression a pleasing sight, as the young man’s thin lips curled up into a brilliant smile.
“As you can see, this is the place where I eat, and living people are not qualified to enter. However, you’re still alive. You’re dragging dirt into this place.”
His voice was soft and yielding, one typically unique to teenagers. It rang loud and clear, so pleasing to the ears that it could intoxicate people, but it set off warning bells in Lu Jiu Que’s heart.
“This… Great demon… Cough, cough, hero, swordsman. Your humble subject here is also a victim of someone else’s trap. How about this—I’ll leave now, right away, alright?”
“Leave? What if you reveal MY secret? What can I do then? Mmm… It’d be better to kill you.”
“…Don’t! I won’t say anything. Look at my eyes; they’re sincere!”
Having said this, Lu Jiu Que even batted her eyelashes at him to appeal to the Great Demon King. And she also didn’t forget to subject him to her own silent judgment, complete with unspoken criticism.
‘Crap, this guy has such great skin. Even at such close proximity, there’s not a single pore to be seen!’
