I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 367: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (37)

The moment the fingertips left his lips, Ye Zhao came back to his senses.

Before I could complain, I heard Lan Yingshuang's low voice, which sounded like sadness and sobbing.

Her fingertips suddenly shrank, and she didn't know what expression was on her face. She only felt empty. "Lan Yun?"

It's very rare and strange to hear this name called out.

With trembling hands, she tried to push away the hand covering her eyes.

Just when it was almost done, Lan Yingshuang seemed to sense something and pushed the hand away.

I turned my face away, avoiding his puzzled gaze, not wanting him to see my embarrassed look.

Ye Zhao was a little scared by the look of resistance, and he hesitated to retract his hand.

At this moment, a jade-white hand gently and softly held the tip of his finger.

The wide robe inevitably slid down and retreated to the arms.

Looking along that line, the man who used to be able to handle everything with ease was now covered in tears, as if he was still the child who knelt beside his bed and cried breathlessly when he was a child.

"Zhao Zhao, don't be so cruel to me. Don't run into someone else's arms."

"Look at me, right now, just look at me, don't think about anyone else."

"I like you, only you, and I will always like only you."

"My love for you is not like that of a cousin, not like that of a childhood friend, but..."

"One piece of wood is divided into two instruments, a zither and a flute."

"Qin Xiao longs to be together, while I long for your pity..."

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It was getting late and night was falling.

The Marquis's Mansion was surrounded by a mountain protection formation, filled with smoke and screams.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Kill the monster!"

"Monsters kill monsters!"

Before countless ghosts and monsters could escape, they were hit hard by the vines that turned into sharp blades and turned into ashes in an instant.

A red light flashed by, the wind howled, and every tree and grass looked like an enemy.

Many evil spirits and ghosts cried and howled as if they were facing a great enemy.

Xiao Wu Yu's long hair was flying in disarray, and his clothes were torn and flying everywhere.

He was unaware of anything, as if he was venting something, trying to get through every difficult moment.

In the eyes of the many evil spirits he hunted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ferocious and terrifying.

There was clearly not a single tear, but the sadness was even more suppressed than if I had cried directly, and there was a dead air in the air.

The world was in chaos, but the people around were still going about their daily lives without being disturbed at all.

This was completely an isolation spell that Xiao Wu Yu had set up before dealing with them.

Otherwise, the commotion caused by his reckless hunting of evil spirits alone would be eye-catching enough, and who knows how big a commotion it would cause.

The only remaining moth demon fled in panic, thinking it could get away with it, but a flash of cold light passed by and it was instantly split into pieces.

It and many of its kind were turned into fragments and scattered everywhere.

After killing all the monsters that coveted Ye Zhao, Xiao Wu Yu coldly retracted all the vines and floated in the air.

There was a long silence, his hands hanging under his sleeves were bleeding, blood fell like rain, and a thick fishy smell filled the air.

After a long while, he woke up as if from a dream, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. His smile was stiff, and he sat down slowly and with difficulty on the roof. After turning up his sleeves for a long time, he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

After swallowing the liquor in his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe the remaining water stains at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly his eyelids drooped.

The palm with distinct bony fingers pinched the bottle, veins bulged on the forehead, and he tried to restrain the urge to ferment and grow wildly.

The brain was roaring and raging, and the emotions in the heart were surging like a broken dam.

All of them urged him and drove him to snatch back his beloved.

Accomplishment, it sounds so easy to say, how can it be so difficult to do?

Just thinking about it makes it painful to breathe.

Now, he has deeply felt what it means to talk without any pain in the waist.

The self who was sure of victory and was determined to do anything to achieve it was actually doing something that he could not do no matter what.

Xiao Wu Yu smiled bitterly.

In the past, if someone had told him that he would be doing such a thankless job, he would have twisted that person's head off and kicked it like a ball.

Now that he has done it with great pain, he doesn't even dare to recall how he managed to get through it.

At that moment, I wished I could die on the spot.

This is the cruelest thing.

But he couldn't die, he still had to live, swallowing his mouth full of blood, and helping the young master get what he wanted even against his own will.

The dry face was pale and worn by the wind. He looked sadly at a courtyard where candlelight was always on. His sharp eyebrows suddenly became sad and helpless.

What are they talking about now?

Who confessed to whom first, and who hugged whom first?

Will the young master's fragrance, soft embrace, and gentle voice also seduce the heart of that damned man as they did him?

Even if the young master has no self-awareness at all, he can make people lose their composure with just a look or a word.

No one could refuse the love he expressed, and no one had the heart to see him sad and crying. The little prince didn't know that his existence was so beautiful and dazzling.

What does he need to do for him?

Did they kiss?

Or do something more intimate and deeper than kissing...

This was a very cruel thing for him. Xiao Wu Yu couldn't help thinking about it. Thinking about it felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.

Xiao Wu Yu fell onto the eaves and looked up at the dark sky.

There was a heavy feeling there, and his mood at the moment was terrible. His voice was dry and hoarse, "Young Master, you should be very happy now..."

"I should be happy for you, but my heart seems to be out of my control..."