[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Ruan Tang tightly clenched Lord's hand, looked at Clyde expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "Say one more thing, is he worthy of a try?"

Clyde stroked his hair, but he didn't see that Ruan Tang was angry. He was stupid, thinking that Ruan Tang really wanted him to repeat it, and immediately said it again, "He's a mixed race, he has no power, of course I'm not good enough for you, look at me..."

He didn't go on.

Ruan Tang hit him with a whip, his knuckles were slightly white, his crimson eyes were extremely cold, "Get lost."

"He is not worthy, do you think you are worthy?"

Clyde was stunned by the whip, he glanced at Ruan Tang, and wanted to get closer, but was whipped again.

The whip hit his face with burning pain, and the people around looked at Clyde and couldn't help showing sympathy.

Clyde wiped his face and became angry, "Don't be shameless, I'm not afraid of a fight!"

He is domineering in the Central Academy, few people can beat him, and many people hide from him when they see him.

Today, he finally fell in love with someone, and he was whipped twice, which made him lose face, if the other demons heard it, they would laugh at him to death.

Clyde summoned his weapon, his black wings spread lightly, and he rushed towards Ruan Tang like a giant black bird at an extremely fast speed.

The knife in his hand was covered with bloody spells, apparently blessed with some kind of spell.

"Owner!"

Lord's light blue eyes shrank, and he opened his mouth nervously. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips became paler, and the pain in his back intensified.

At this moment, he hated himself extremely for being a half-breed.

Annoyed that he has no power, annoyed that he is humble and humble, and is looked down upon by everyone.

Annoyed to see this man bullying the master, he can't help at all.

Lord could feel two forces colliding against each other in his body, and the piercing pain spread little by little. He gritted his teeth and persisted, his body dripping with cold sweat.

Ruan Tang didn't notice that something was wrong with Lord, he looked at the pale Lord and squeezed his fingers, "Don't worry."

He stood still, didn't dodge, just moved his fingertips lightly, the red whip wrapped around Clyde's body, and smashed hard towards the ground.

Clyde's body was heavy, a deep hole was smashed into the ground, and the surrounding stone slabs were slightly cracked.

Clyde couldn't break free from the whip, and twisted his body in a frenzy at the bottom of the pit. Ruan Tang glanced at him and smashed him a few more times.

These few forceful blows made Clyde dizzy, and he stayed at the bottom of the pit in disgrace. He never thought that he would be killed before he even hurt the little devil.

Ruan Tang glanced at the weapon that Clyde had just released on the ground - a broadsword painted with bloody spells, which seemed to be quite high-grade.

He smiled obediently and softly, and stepped on it with ten percent of his strength.

The knife broke with a "click".

"In the future, if you dare to say that he is not worthy, the fate of this knife will be your fate."

Ruan Tang grabbed Lord's hand, retracted his whip with one hand, and walked towards the classroom.

Lord turned his head back, his gray-blue eyes were cold and gloomy, with a bit of hostility and madness, he pressed the arc of his lips, and clenched his pale fingers.

It took Clyde a long time to crawl out of the pit. His whole body was in pain, his body was covered in ashes, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He touched his aching chest, looked at the weapon that was split in two on the ground, and felt heartbroken and sad.

Why does it look obedient and soft like a rabbit, but why is it a little white rabbit with steel teeth?

The weapon is broken, and his father will definitely take his skin off.

Lord followed Ruan Tang, the pain in his body dissipated a little, he lowered his head, his eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Caught off guard, a warm palm fell on his forehead, as if to test the temperature.

Ruan Tang leaned over, and the two of them were so close that Lord could almost see the master's crimson pupils like a ball of fire, enveloping himself reflected in those pupils.

He watched in a daze, his body seemed to warm up a little.

"Why is your body so cold and sweating all over?"

Ruan Tang felt as if he had touched a piece of ice, and the cold chill spread up his fingers, and he couldn't help sending a little magic power into Lord's body.

His magic power is pure fiery red, hot, just enough to keep Lord warm.

Lord pursed his pale lips, stretched out his hand to hold Ruan Tang's wrist, he pulled Ruan Tang into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

The body was pressed against the body, even through a layer of clothing, but it made him almost happily let out a soft sigh from his throat.

His chin rested on Ruan Tang's shoulder, and the tail of his slightly curly black hair hung down and swept to the back of Ruan Tang's neck, slightly itchy.

"Master," Lord's lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end, he just said, "I belong to you."

What he wanted to say was not this sentence, but he couldn't say that sentence anyway.

He is a lowly mixed race, without the slightest strength, he can come here only by relying on the protection of his master.

The master is tolerant towards him, but it is not the reason for his arrogance.

Obviously, he has been crazily longing for this person.

Ruan Tang was startled, and touched Lord's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

Lord shook his head, said nothing, just stood up again, "Master, let's go."

Seeing this, Ruan Tang didn't say much.

The two went to the classroom, and Ruan Tang found a seat in the first row and sat down. This seat was very close to Lord, and he could almost smell the bitterness of the potion on Lord's body.

He raised his head and looked at Lord standing on the podium.

Maybe it's because he's in a field he's familiar with, he's not as nervous and sensitive as before, but he's calmer and more confident.

Although Lord's face was pale, with a lingering gloom between his brows and eyes, he had a handsome face, a high nose bridge, and he had the temperament of a sickly beauty when he held the scroll.

Ruan Tang's heartbeat accelerated, and he couldn't move his eyes.

Why is his little servant so beautiful?

Lord stepped down from the podium, holding a book in one hand, but his eyes drifted to the little devil sitting beside him inadvertently. His body couldn't help but tense up a bit.

He held the book, covering half of his face.

Just as Lord moved his eyes away as if nothing had happened, and was about to walk over, a hand quickly stretched out from the side, and hooked his palm secretly.

Lord's face turned red all of a sudden.