20demayo Chapter 198 Ingratitude and Deceit (33)
Chapter 198 Ingratitude and Deceit (33)
Bu Qianyan's smile froze on his face. He looked up at the cold-faced man in front of him, and slightly moved his fingers, as if trying to make a loud noise to alert his subordinates not far away.
Gu Yao had already noticed his movements and pressed the thin blade between his fingers threateningly.
The sharp blade sliced across the delicate skin, drawing out a string of blood beads.
The bright red blood looked exceptionally beautiful against that pampered, fair background.
“Your Highness, I don’t want you to get hurt by a slip of my hand. I advise you not to act rashly. I’m not a good person.”
Gu Yao raised an eyebrow and pressed the thin blade down a little further.
Gu Yao felt that he was in a state of extreme excitement, and his body was experiencing an inescapable thirst.
But the spirit clamors for destruction.
Despite the pain in his neck, Bu Qianyan, who was "overwhelmed by the insect," finally calmed down.
Looking at the handsome young man in front of him who was clearly somewhat crazy, the opinions of the people in the court about him flashed through his mind.
"Mad dog."
Utterly insane.
Yet, they were like the late emperor's watchdogs, keeping an eye on those in the court who harbored disloyal intentions.
Since the new emperor ascended the throne, Gu Yao has become much more restrained.
Yes, the person in front of me is someone who is specially permitted to bring a sword into the court.
At his most ruthless, he could kill ministers who impeached him right there in the imperial palace without a second thought.
Perhaps it's because he's been raising the current little emperor for the past two years that he's become more self-disciplined, because we haven't heard of him personally taking action for quite some time.
Bu Qianyan regretted his haste; even if he was going to make a move, he should have been more cautious.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be being held hostage like this now.
Gu Yao frowned; he didn't have much time to give this Prince Ning any consideration.
The medicine is quite potent.
He's starting to lose consciousness.
0529 was also anxious, but there was nothing she could do to help Gu Yao.
The entire system was in a state of panic, but there was nothing they could do.
Prince Ning pondered for a moment, wanting to relent, but met Gu Yao's somewhat dazed gaze.
Her peach blossom eyes, brimming with affection and tinged with moisture, held an unspoken allure.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye adds to her allure.
Bu Qianyan understood and wanted to stall for time.
He knew, of course, how potent his medicine was.
He thought it wouldn't work on the beauty in front of him, but it turned out he was just putting on a brave face.
Gu Yao felt a surge of heat rising up, and his vision became somewhat blurry.
Bu Qianyan said with a hint of seduction, "Master, there's no need to rush. We can sit down and talk slowly. Let me help you, Master, shall we?"
Those lingering gazes were fixed on the unbelievably handsome young man.
At such close range, the faint scent of sandalwood stirred a restless and agitated heart.
Gu Yao was somewhat irritable. He felt that his body had reached its limit, and those almost suggestive words made him feel physically uncomfortable.
He turned to look at the repulsive face in front of him.
That still-disgusting gaze was truly repulsive.
It seems the mission in this world will never be completed.
Gu Yao looked at the bastard in front of him.
His expression hardened, and he ran the thin blade across his fingertips.
The sharp pain brought a brief moment of clarity.
He wanted to dismember the person in front of him before his consciousness completely collapsed.
The deep-seated thirst for blood within this body sent shivers down Gu Yao's spine.
The fingertips holding the knife became even more steady.
The handsome young man squinted his eyes, grabbed Bu Qianyan's neck with one hand, and used a little internal force to control him.
These few words alone made Gu Yao feel as if his internal organs were churning.
It brought out some unspeakable pain.
It did make me a little more clear-headed.
Bu Qianyan looked at the young man in front of him. His intuition told him that his current posture was life-threatening, but he couldn't help being attracted to him.
Those long, slender, pale fingers held a thin blade, which gleamed with a terrifying silver light.
The thin blade, capable of slicing through hair, gently grazed that refined face, leaving a trail of blood.
Gu Yao's face showed an infatuated expression.
The blood of someone you despise will always make you happy.
It's a pity we can't really have any fun with it.
0529 saw Bu Shaoluan going upstairs and wanted Gu Yao to wait a little longer.
Turning my head, I saw Gu Yao playing with the knife, making a gesture as if to raise his hand.
Gu Yao felt as if a lump of paste had been forcibly stuffed into his mind, leaving him confused and heavy.
He appreciated the slightly frightened look on the person in front of him.
Those amber eyes were somewhat dreamy, but the murderous intent in them was chilling.
Gu Yao raised his hand, his gaze fixed on the fragile neck, which throbbed slightly in his palm.
It's a vibrant, fresh scent.
But soon people started dying.
Gu Yao felt as if he were in another world, his gaze fixed only on the person in front of him who made him want to vomit.
kill him!
He raised his hand high, intending to insert the thin blade into the throbbing vein.
But someone grabbed his wrist.
She was pulled backward and fell into a cool, refreshing embrace.
Gu Yao was on the verge of exploding. He turned his head and stared intently at the "uninvited guest" with his bloodshot eyes.
Anyone who tries to stop him will be killed along with him.
He raised his hand, intending to point the blade at the boy in front of him.
Shen Shenwei, who was following closely behind, almost fainted when he saw this scene.
"His Majesty!"
The boy, however, seemed oblivious and moved even closer.
Bu Shaoluan embraced the young man and gently comforted him.
"I am here, Your Majesty."
The clear, melodious voice drove away all the demons and monsters, and they all vanished from his mind.
The thin blade, only millimeters away from the boy's neck, stopped in mid-air.
Gu Yao shook his head, trying hard to see the person in front of him clearly, but it was always shrouded in a fog.
Bu Shaoluan held the person in his arms and called out to them softly again.
"I am here, Your Majesty."
These four simple words are enough to put people at ease.
Even though he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, Gu Yao knew it was him.
He let the boy's fingers slip between his own, gently taking away the sharp blade he was using for self-defense.
When the feeling of madness subsided, the effects of the drug were nearing their peak.
Gu Yao felt as if he were being roasted and turned over on a fire.
Dry and hot.
He felt like a stranded fish, scorched by the blazing sun, struggling to breathe.
He tried to jump back into the sea, but he was already so dehydrated that he was completely powerless.
Bu Shaoluan felt the warmth under his palm, looked at Gu Yao's unfocused pupils, and pursed his lips slightly.
He then picked the person up in his arms.
Looking at Bu Qianyan slumped in the chair, Bu Shaoluan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Uncle, you are truly audacious! I've heard that Jiangyou is wealthy, and now it seems to be true."
Otherwise, how could we have raised such a greedy creature as you?
As he spoke, Bu Shaoluan looked the restaurant up and down.
"There's no need to continue driving along the south bank of the Yangtze River; let's confiscate it."
One sentence sealed the fate of this restaurant.
After recovering from his shock, Bu Qianyan felt a pang of regret, but also knew he was in the wrong and dared not say anything more.
Bu Shaoluan wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks, but the person in his arms seemed to be in some discomfort and had begun to clutch at the clothes on her chest.
Bu Shaoluan looked at the small piece of cloth soaked in blood.
She pursed her lips and strode outside.
Shen Shenwei followed behind, giving the ashen-faced Prince Ning a cold look, and began to make his own plans.