Darryl looked at Rachel as he took a sip of this drink. "Why should I help him?"
'Ewan was the one who threw me into the peach blossom forest. Now he is lying to everyone as he pretended to be me. Why should I help him? Besides, you have always looked down on me, and now you want my help?' Darryl thought.
Rachel was worried; she bit her lips until it bled. She grabbed Darryl's arm and begged. "I begged you, please. I will call you brother if you wish. Brother Darryl, please tell them to let Ewan go. Please help him. I am begging you..."
Darryl smiled coldly, but he did not say anything.
It was too late to call him a brother now. "It's out of my hands," Darryl said impatiently as he put down his glass.
Rachel's knees almost buckled; her face was full of regret. She should not have asked Ewan to pretend to be Indomitable Darby, but it was too late.
"Darryl."
A lady stood up and called for Darryl; it was Ophelia Lane.
Ophelia looked really sexy. She wore a wine -red pencil skirt that showed her bodyline, a pair of stilettos and she also let her long curly hair down-all those made her even sexier.
Ophelia bit her lips. Ewan was one of her talented followers; she could not let the Elysium Gate execute him.
"Darryl, are you able to save Ewan?"
Ophelia said lightly, "No matter what, I am your master, and Ewan is also my disciple."
Darryl looked at Ophelia and sighed.
When Abbess Mother Serendipity had badly injured Darryl, Ophelia had used the Yang Herb to save him, and so Darryl had agreed to be her follower.
"Master, I don't wish to save him," Darryl said with a shrug.
Ophelia was worried; she walked toward Darryl and whispered, "I am asking for a favor; please save Ewan. I will owe you for this favor."
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