Chapter 713 - 637: Curtain Call? The Stronger I Become, the Stronger He Gets! (Part 3)

She paused for a moment, not at all shy or evasive, but with a face full of happiness and passion:

"It’s you, [Mask]!!!!"

[Mask] chuckled softly.

The laughter carried a profound meaning that the "cloth doll" couldn’t comprehend, as if something immensely interesting had been heard.

[Mask] gently swung the sheepskin scroll in his hand, with a faint smile:

"I’m not here to take the sheepskin scroll; on the contrary, I’m here to ensure the scroll is safely delivered."

The "cloth doll’s" eyes suddenly lit up, and a huge surprise surged from the bottom of her heart:

"Could it be... it’s meant for me?!"

[Mask] saw through the "cloth doll’s" wishful thinking and corrected:

"It’s not for you, but for the person outside, so I need you to do me a favor..."

The person outside?

Isn’t it just his Night Watcher companion, along with Zuo Bai and his companion "Old Huang" outside?

The "cloth doll" was slightly stunned, feeling a bit disappointed, but outwardly, she was very obedient, and understanding the strange intent:

"I understand, I’ll help you."

She didn’t even ask how to do it first, nor did she think about the troubles she might encounter, just agreed full-heartedly.

Just as she said earlier, she really loved [Mask] so much.

Loved him to the point of ignoring her own disappointment, loved to the extent of suppressing her curiosity, loved him enough to do anything for him without hesitation!!!

[Mask] couldn’t help but feel a little touched inside.

.....

Outside the villa, the night was as dark as ink, with a bloody wind and rain.

The road under the streetlights was full of potholes, stones scattered, and the valuable ornamental plants by the road were torn into pieces by violent energies.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, the earthiness, and the strange scent of rotting mixed with a peculiar fragrance when the soul burns.

Very special, like the smell of manure soaked in perfume after composting.

Smell it once, and you’ll never forget it in your lifetime.

Nicknamed "Old Huang," his real name Xiaojiu, at this moment, his aura was skyrocketing, nearly in a frenzied state.

With only one arm left, it swelled like the arm of a giant ape, muscles knotted and bulging, with blue-black veins writhing beneath the skin like twisting earthworms.

A dark red blood mist rose visibly above the skin, each swing tearing the air into mirror-like cracks.

The Rejuvenation extracted by burning his soul, allowed him to exchange his life for battle power far beyond the norm.

He abandoned all defense, leaving only basic attacks, basic attacks, relentless basic attacks.

For a moment, he violently suppressed the tall Night Watcher.

The mysterious black robe, symbolizing the Night Watcher’s identity and dignity, had long been ripped into countless black strips by claws, scattered on his body or drifting to the ground.

The armor beneath the robe was even more tattered, and the burly figure bore new wounds, with a dozen shocking finger holes on his chest and arms oozing pitch-black toxic blood.

However, although the tall Night Watcher was being pressed down and retreating step by step, staggering...

His momentum never collapsed, standing like a rock, unyielding.

Because the traits of the Nine Yang Red Skill made him a true "blood tank."

Despite the increasing number of wounds, even as new wounds layered on old ones, toxic blood continued to seep, and the poison corroded his bones, he just managed to hold on tightly.

However, at this moment, he faced an extremely "deadly" problem.

In a previous narrow escape, his pants belt was scratched off by the opponent’s insidious claw.

So that the loose waistband, with his violent movements, was gradually sliding down...