Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Ming Huaying gasped, and small beads of sweat appeared in her nose.

The moment I met the person, not only did I not relax, but I felt even worse.

Regardless of Mingchuan's current clothing and his questions, he grabbed the person and left.

Xiaofeng didn't understand what Ming Huaying was doing, but he still walked aside and kept paying attention to the situation.

The tips of her ears twitched slightly, her walking pace slowed down, and her eyes that had adapted to the dark environment could see the swaying trees on the roadside.

Although she didn't find anything, she wouldn't think that she was wrong, and she still concentrated on fearing that something was wrong.

And when they turned into the first intersection, there was a slight movement in the courtyard.

Although Mingchuan was pulled away, he still didn't forget to close the door and tidy up his clothes on the way.

The door was gently pushed open, and a person walked in first wearing a face covering. His eyes seemed to glow red in the dark night.

They were followed closely by another person, who seemed to be able to nimbly avoid obstacles in the yard.

The man in the head only stood for a moment, then pulled off his mask and kicked over the stone bench at his feet.

The red eyes look even more sinister.

He closed his eyes and walked out again, waving to his companions to follow.

I saw an alley where everyone around was asleep.

Xiao Feng felt a sound coming into her ears, and immediately pulled Ming Huaying and ran quickly in the other direction.

This time she heard correctly, there was really someone behind her.

If he is led to his home, I am afraid that several people in Jie Xi Pavilion will be in danger.

Now there is no hope of getting rid of them. They are good at hiding and fast. Only by quickly reaching Mingxin Mansion can we find a way out.

Mingchuan knew that this was a critical moment, and he felt that the danger was slowly approaching.

His arm was suddenly pulled by someone. Ming Huaying was on his right side. Then this person...

Mingchuan didn't dare to turn his head to look, so he threw the person away with all his strength. With the sound of tearing, his arms went cold and his sleeves were pulled down.

Cold sweat broke out on his body, but he didn't dare to relax even a little bit and blocked most of his body behind Ming Huaying.

I don’t know how long I ran, but there was a faint light in front of me.

Xiaofeng felt happy, and a picture flashed in his mind.

There was no time to think about what it was because people had already caught up and surrounded them.

The person's face mask had gone somewhere, and his whole face was exposed to several people.

The moment he stopped them, his closed eyes quickly opened, and his red pupils stared at them.

The aura on their bodies made Ming Huaying feel uncomfortable, and the purse she carried told her that the two were from the same clan as Yanagisawa Yue.

No wonder she was restless all night. It turned out to be the discomfort caused by her purse.

Tell her that her kind is going to hurt someone.

"Who are you?" Xiaofeng said coldly, her eyes moving as if searching for any companions.

She felt that they were not the only ones here, and the remaining people seemed familiar.

The leader raised his chin and stared at Mingchuan with squinted eyes.

"Leave this boy here, get out of here if you two are going to die."

The sound that makes people have to cover their ears is like a rough sound mixed with grains of sand.

Ming Huaying tightened Ming Chuan's hand and pretended to be calm: "You are so harmful to others, aren't you afraid of punishment?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then let out a strange laugh: "If you want to be punished, this is the best one. Since you don't want to leave, then give us a reason for punishment."

Before they finished speaking, the man quickly flashed in front of them and stretched out his hand to pull Mingchuan directly.

"Achuan!"

The two people's clenched palms separated, Ming Huaying's lips trembled, and she avoided the other person's obstruction and moved forward.

The man wanted to chase him, but Xiaofeng hit him on the back to attract his attention.

Mingchuan was pinched by the neck, and the other hand wandered around his body, as if looking for a suitable place to strike.

The force wasn't heavy, but the aura emanating from this man was disgusting.

He tried his best to stay calm and think about what this person had to do with him.

Suddenly, his strange behavior flashed across his mind, as well as Ming Huaying's story about Liu's origins.

He took a step aside and faced Ming Huaying.

This man moved extremely quickly, taking him away from Ming Huaying in just the blink of an eye.

Mingchuan was pinched so fiercely that he almost felt the pain of suffocation. His head raised unconsciously and his cheeks turned red from the pain.

"Be honest with me!"

Hearing the scolding, Shengchuan nodded obediently. Seeing his understanding, the man temporarily let him go, but the hand was still touching his body.

Mingchuan didn't know what he was looking for. He felt the strength loosen and took a deep breath.

"You are from the Tianyu tribe, right?" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could only take a gamble.

As expected, the man stopped moving and squinted his eyes again. The only eyeballs exposed seemed to have the power to intimidate people.

Mingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, it would be great if he could listen.

"I've read some books. Are you looking for a solution to the curse?"

"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?" The man patted one side of Mingchuan's face, his face full of defense.

Mingchuan pointed his finger at the opponent's arm: "This place controls blood. If you kill me and use up the blood on me, without replacing the original blood, I'm afraid it will still be useless."

Mingchuan took advantage of the moment he lowered his head and quickly looked to the opposite side, then quickly moved away.

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Mingchuan bit his fingertip and put it under his nose, as if to coax him: "Do you smell it?"

The man grabbed his bloody finger and took a deep breath. Whether it was his imagination or not, his body seemed to have changed a little.

His eyes are greedy, and the fingers in his eyes are like delicacies.

"If you lie to me, you know the consequences."

His consciousness has been occupied by blood, and now he just wants to lift the curse as soon as possible.

Mingchuan secretly made a fist with his remaining hand and said calmly: "Of course."

He withdrew his hand and untied the other party's sleeves.

There was another tightness on his neck, and Mingchuan was forced to raise his head, lower his eyes, and pulled up the corners of his lips to reveal a few canine teeth, as if smiling: "I can't move you."

He spoke under the opponent's threatening palm, and then cut the opponent's arm under the gaze that almost ate him.

Then he gently closed his eyes.

Sister, I hope you can still remember the trust we gave each other when we were young.

"As promised, no matter where you are, as long as you keep talking, I will definitely find you."

"Sister too."

Mingchuan muttered something that made the other party confused.

He used all his strength to push away the person in front of him and rolled away from him.

The man realized that he was being played and became furious.

Before he could step forward to arrest someone, his arm was slapped hard and something entered his body.

His eyes widened, panic building as he realized what it was.

No matter how much he sensed it, he couldn't tell where the thing was running to.

He took a step back, looked at the person approaching and threatened: "Give me the antidote quickly."

The person in front of him looked at him mockingly: "Don't you know if there is an antidote to the poison in your clan?"