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Chapter 395 Taking Root and Sprouting

The clear silver-grey lake water closed up, and the man used his fingertips to lift the stick and poke a noticeable dent in the silver-haired boy's fair neck.

The root of his tongue and vocal cords were squeezed, and he couldn't breathe, causing a trace of pain to appear on Wenxiu Lord's calm face.

Tom Riddle lowered his eyes and looked at him. His wand pierced his skin like a sharp blade, and drops of blood oozed out and meandered along the tip of the wand.

The hot and wet liquid touched Tom Riddle's fingers, wrapped around the man's fingertips, and outlined the man's fingerprints.

Just like the silver-haired boy's obedience at the moment, it seemed as if he could burn him anytime and anywhere.

How could Vinciu Lord, who had been wearing various protective alchemical items since he had been with Voldemort, allow himself to be hurt easily?

He was just gambling, gambling that Voldemort would indulge him, gambling that Voldemort would lower his bottom line towards him.

The moment the blood flowed, Wenxiu Lord felt the tip of the staff trembling, and he knew that his bet was right.

The next second, the wand that was against his throat was pulled away, and Wenxiu Lord took a deep breath of fresh air and opened his eyes.

When his eyes noticed the bright red on the man's hand, Wenxiu Lord's eyes were filled with heartache.

The young man completely ignored the bleeding wound on his body and silently took out the handkerchief.

Holding Tom Riddle's hand, he lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the red on the man's fingertips bit by bit. His attitude was as if he saw the most precious treasure in the world stained with dust.

Tom Riddle just looked at the boy, watching his fingers become clean again.

His hands have been stained with the blood of countless people and have taken countless lives.

Just like his pupils, they had long been stained with blood and slaughter, a red that could never be washed away.

And now, these hands that had never hesitated hesitated, and were so burned after touching the blood that they dared not to move forward.

The blood from the wound of the silver-haired little fool in his sight had already dyed his clothes red, but he was still carefully wiping the blood that could not be wiped off the man's hands.

Pulling back the hand held by Venthu Lord, Tom Riddle held the wand in his hand. The tip of the wand glowed with a bright green light, and healed the wound on the boy's neck.

Tom Riddle didn't know why he treated the silver-haired boy. When he first met him, Tom Riddle was curious about how pleasant the boy's wailing would be.

Maybe she felt that the red didn't match the fair skin of the silver-haired boy.

So he did it, without thinking.

Wenxiu Lord picked up the wand that fell on the ground, cleaned the dirt on himself and Tom Riddle's wand, put away the wand, and threw himself into the man's arms.

"My Lord, I love you. Do not doubt my love for you anymore. Even if you want to end my life with your own hands, I still love you."

The boy's body was lean and strong, just like his extremely firm love, which transformed into warm energy and penetrated into Tom Riddle's soul, filling the empty part of him.

The system in energy-saving mode and long standby mode sensed a strong energy fluctuation and emerged from sleep mode and opened the system panel.

Seeing that Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort)'s favorability suddenly soared to 30% and his trust value suddenly rose to 70%, his aura of excitement grew several circles larger.

Tom Riddle hugged the silver-haired boy back, feeling the boy's unique vitality under his palms, his voice low and ethereal.

"My Wen Xiu, I will not kill you. You will always stay by my side, and together we will stand at the pinnacle of power in this world."

Tom Riddle had made this promise countless times, but only this time, at this moment, did he mean it sincerely.

The hot and wet liquid dripped onto the skin under the collar. The silver-haired boy's voice was hoarse, and he sobbed twice. When he found that he really couldn't speak a sentence, he tightened his arms and uttered a muffled "hmm".

A few tears passed through his shirt, flesh, and bones, taking root and sprouting in Tom Riddle's heart.

The crisis was resolved, and Vincent Lord held Tom Riddle tenderly for a long time.

During this period, the boy also tentatively showed some strength.

The man did lower his bottom line for him, and when he noticed his behavior he just frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but did not interrupt him, nor did he draw his wand like he did before.

Wen Xiu Lord, who knew well that one should know when to stop and that only by playing the long game can one catch the big fish, did not go too far.

After retaliating by leaving a noticeable bite mark under Tom Riddle's collar, he stood up, straightened the man's clothes, and re-tied his tie.

Sitting next to Tom Riddle, Wenxiu Lord leaned over to pick up the auction brochure on the coffee table and checked the "items" at today's auction.

There's nothing interesting in the first few pages, just some rare alchemical materials or potion materials.

Several items at the front were bought by others shortly after the auction started.

He continued to flip through the pages, one page, two pages, until the manual was turned over. The boy's originally nonchalant expression suddenly changed.

From this page onwards, each page will have only one lot.

The item displayed on this page is a 'person'.

To be precise, she is a mixed-race girl with half Veela bloodline.

The little girl in the photo has a beautiful face, but she is afraid to look at the camera. Someone outside the picture is pulling the chain around her neck, forcing her to raise her face.

Even wearing rags and linen shirts could not reduce the impact that face brought to people.

Instead, it will make people feel pity for her and want to buy her to comfort her.

Or it might bring more fear and tears to that pretty little face.

With a slightly cold look in his eyes, Wenxiu Lord forced a smile and leaned on Tom Riddle's shoulder, handing him the manual in his hand.

"Lord, look, there are actually living people at this auction."

The man's attention fell on the auction table below and he only glanced at it briefly.

"Why? You want to buy her?"

"Why should I buy her? To reward those useless subordinates of Fudi who are incapable of doing anything?"

After a pause, Wenxiu Lord put his arm around Tom Riddle's thin waist and became jealous.

"Vodhi saw her just now, right? She's so pretty. Doesn't Vodhi have any thoughts about her?"

Tom Riddle withdrew his gaze and turned to look at him. For the first time, Wenxiu Lord read the undisguised speechlessness in the man's expression.

"My fiancé is much more handsome than her. Is this gentleman questioning my fiancé's appearance or my sincerity towards him?"

A low and melodious tone like a cello flowed slowly, and Tom Riddle lifted the silver-haired boy's chin with his index finger, raised his eyebrows and hooked his lips.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Sirius for too long, Wenxiu Lord's resistance to handsome guys plummeted.

Seeing Tom Riddle like this, the boy's heart beat faster involuntarily.

"That's wrong. You and Mr. Wenxiu Lord have a deep relationship, so I naturally have no doubts. Lord, please don't tell Mr. Lord these words."

Wenxiu Lord picked up the teacup and handed it to Tom Riddle, then tilted his head and smiled like a well-fed little fox.