C548 He Was the Only One Who Survived
C548 He Was the Only One Who Survived
As long as he could get it... even if he died, it didn't matter...
Looking at Xia Jie's expression, Xiao Chang'an could not help thinking of those beautiful grayish-brown eyes that looked like glazed amber.
If his eyes were still intact, what she saw now should be a sharp and crafty gaze like that of a little wolf.
The black cloth cut off Xia Jie's emotions. After a while, he said, "Darling, do you remember what I told you about the Holt clansman's eyes?"
Xiao Chang'an immediately recalled the scene when Xia Jie first talked about the Holt clansman with her.
"Darling, do you think the Holt clansman's eyes are beautiful?"
"Because of its beauty, the clansmen of this clan... were completely slaughtered. As for the surviving clansmen, they were all either street rats or kept as pets for others to toy with. "
"So, your heart feels that beauty, is a crime?"
"As expected, in this world, only the heart is the best"
...
She immediately looked at Xia Jie, "You are related to the Holt clansman?"
Otherwise, Xia Jie would not have looked for this eye so many times.
Capital City Museum, as well as the auction.
Xia Jie had come for the Holt clansman's eye twice in a row.
Furthermore, back in Jiangzhou City, Xia Jie had appeared at the Holt clansman's eye auction.
"Darling is very smart." Xia Jie slowly sat down on the beach.
Xiao Chang'an also sat down next to him. Because her bones had not completely healed, when she sat down, her bones also made a crisp sound.
She frowned and did not pay any more attention to it.
"I really have a relationship with the Holt clansman." He curled his lips faintly and looked straight ahead, "Because, I am the Holt clansman."
Xiao Chang'an's expression was a little surprised. Xia Jie was a Holt clansman?
"Twenty years ago, the Holt clansman was massacred. The eyes of the Holt clansman outside became the most popular collection in the black market." Xia Jie's voice was cold, "I am... the only one in our clan who survived."
" Darling, you must want to ask why. My eyes are not purple, right? " Xia Jie's mouth had a smile on it as he voiced Xiao Chang'an's question.
"That is because..." Xia Jie slowly moved his eyes to Chang'an and said word by word, "I... dug out my eyes long ago."
Xiao Chang'an's expression suddenly sank.
"Only in this way, my eyes will not become those people's spoils of war." Xia Jie said calmly. Apart from the cold smile on his face, no one could see any anger on his face.
However, Xiao Chang'an felt the coldness from the bottom of his heart.
"Later, I changed my eyes." Xia Jie smiled. "I changed my eyes with telepathy. It was not difficult to see the light again."
Xiao Chang'an frowned. In other words, the grayish-brown eyes were not Xia Jie's original eyes.
His eyes were supposed to be the purple color of the Holt clansman.
That was a beautiful piece of art, a purple pupil that looked like a gem.
"Later on... I killed all the people who killed the Hoult race twenty years ago."
Xiao Chang'an recalled the information she had seen when she had investigated Xia Jie.
Xia Jie had the foundation of many major cases, and each major case had been done thoroughly, with no flaws left behind. Even if they knew that it was done by sinking sand, no one would be able to track them down.
Could it be that most of the previous cases that Xia Jie committed were revenge?