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

Chapter 218 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (88)

Ye Zhao's expression suddenly changed, and he slapped his hand away. "What on earth do you want to do by asking this?"

Hua Jingmian used a handkerchief to wipe the hand that had touched him, carefully not missing any details.

He said slowly, "Of course, debts must be paid, and murder must be punished with death."

Ye Zhao grabbed the blanket under him, suppressing his anger, "I am responsible for my own actions. Master is innocent, let him go."

Hua Jingmian's lips curled up in an evil arc, which disappeared in an instant. "It depends on your performance."

Strong and powerful hands grabbed his hands and pulled him up from the bed.

Ye Zhao's breathing was disordered, and he was shocked and afraid, "No..."

The latter didn't give him any chance to react and dragged him out.

The servants and maids who saw this in the corridor were horrified and fell to their knees.

Arriving at the third room on the right, Hua Jingmian kicked it open roughly.

He walked so fast and without any worries that Ye Zhao could hardly keep up and almost fell down.

Hua Jingmian didn't care about all this and threw him rudely onto the beauty bed in the hall.

Ye Zhao lost his balance and fell down.

When I was groping for something, I felt something cold.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the candlelight in the hall lit up brightly.

It made his eyes hurt and he cried.

After finally getting used to the sudden light, he saw the person lying on the couch, and his pupils contracted violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw a person lying there, sound asleep. His clothes, appearance and figure were exactly the same as those of the younger Jiang Zhaoyue.

Ignoring his shock and fear, Hua Jingmian brushed off the non-existent dust on her clothes and said, "Your master is in my hands. I will give you a chance to atone for your sins and save her."

Looking at the woman on the bed, Hua Jingmian's ferocity and cruelty disappeared, replaced by tenderness.

"What do you mean?" Ye Zhao thought he had misheard.

Hua Jingmian pointed at his heart and poked that spot with her fingernail. "Master, your heart blood is a valuable resource. It can save Yu Jiuqing, whose soul has left her body. Naturally, it can also save Miss Jiang."

Ye Zhao suddenly realized and looked at the person lying there. The body was intact and the soul was still there.

It seems that his account has been hacked again.

At this moment, seeing the trumpet appear in front of him, Ye Zhao went crazy.

How did he know about the last time that Immortal Master Song stole his account and got stabbed? Of course, it was the system that told him.

It would have been fine if the people were dead, but now they are here again. No, these two are all eyeing his blood. Do they think he is Tang Monk?

Besides, is it polite to pull a sheep?

Not knowing anything about his inner thoughts, Hua Jingmian took out an exquisite dagger and asked him if he wanted to do it himself or if he would do it himself.

Ye Zhao looked at him straight, "Are you really going to do this?"

Hua Jingmian retorted, "You dare not take responsibility for what you did? It's obviously you who owes Miss Jiang, don't act like someone else has wronged you."

He remembered every detail and every word clearly.

Could it be that after ten years of good life, Ye Zhao had completely forgotten what he said?

It's so unfair. Why is he the only one living in pain and hatred?

Ye Zhao's expression became increasingly indifferent, and only his clenched hands revealed his inner unrest.

When Hua Jingmian got no response, he thought he was guilty, so he said confidently, "You shed your heart's blood for Yu Jiu, one drop a day, for ten years. Now I only want one drop from you, and you're not willing to give it to me?"

Ye Zhao said, "This is different."

Hua Jingmian pressed on aggressively, "What's the difference?"

Ye Zhao sat sideways on the edge of the bed, with "Jiang Zhaoyue", the only one left behind, behind him, and Hua Jingmian, who wanted to kill him as soon as possible, in front of him.

The whole head is about to split open.

"It has nothing to do with you." He pursed his lips.

Hearing this, Hua Jingmian was furious. "You are now my defeated opponent. Now that you are in my hands, you can only let me do whatever I want to you."

The sound was like a knife piercing flesh, "If you won't let me, then I'll take it myself!"