What if the lord is too popular

Xiao Yezi: "Don't turn off the live broadcast, or I'll let your blood splatter on the spot in front of audiences all over the country."

Nakahara Chuya: "Hey, what are you still doing!"

Bright light shines directly overhead.

All of a sudden, all kinds of hustle and bustle from the studio rushed towards Yaozai like a tide.

[The system is cautious: Master Ubuyashiki, do you... want to save? ]

Do you want to save?Yaozai asked himself.

If you don't save it, Wanfu will point it out.

Saving people, the heart is suffering until death.

Yaozai looked at the kidnapped but calm Yueyan, his eyes darkened, and his tone was cold:

"of course."

He passed Zhongya Zhongyuan and reached out to pat him on the shoulder:

"Help me cover."

After finishing speaking, Chuya looked anxiously at him and nodded solemnly.

Then-

The chandelier closest to Sayoko fell down.

"boom-"

It stirred up countless dust and wailing and screaming.

"Teleport."

Yaozai looked at the right time and opened his lips to read silently.

In the blink of an eye, she came behind Sayoko.

Even a vampire couldn't quickly detect Yaoya's movements after this big commotion.

Just then—

Yue Yan seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head to look at him in the gray smoke, his long and narrow eyes flashed red.

The corner of the man's mouth was drawn into a nasty arc, and he drank violently:

"Beware!"

"boom-"

A nuclear bomb was dropped on Yaoya's heart.

He understood that this man's purpose was not to force him to make a choice against his will, or to ruin his reputation in public.

but—

After getting the prompt, Xiao Yezi turned around, showing her white fangs, and her shot was as fast as lightning.

[Take the opportunity to get rid of him! ]

Yaozai's heart shuddered, and he turned sideways to avoid the first wave of attacks from Sayoko.

Then-

With a difference in time and space, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Yue Yan's suit fiercely, pulling towards him.

"Come here!" he yelled.

Sayoko's sharp nails grazed the side of his face, leaving a light bloodstain.

The gauze wrapped around Yaozai's right hand fell down, and the wound bitten by Lan Tangying was far from healed.

At the same time that he was pulling Yue Yan into his arms, the vampire's eyes were covered with bloody shadows, as if she had lost her last sanity, she roared and rushed towards them.

[Lantang: As a nobleman, this young master doesn't attract me no matter who's blood. ]

[Yaozai: ...it's me, there's something wrong with my blood. ]

The smoke and dust lingering around them hadn't had time to dissipate, making everything hazy and operable.

The descendants of the Ubayashiki family smiled almost invisible, and pushed Tsukihiko's back hard one second before the vampire ran in front of him.

Cursed blood that can strengthen the power of vampires who have fallen from humans, this time please be sure...

Yaozai staggered back a few steps.Exposure to the spotlight, a panicked expression was brewing on his face when he fell to the ground.

"Beware!" he yelled hoarsely.

It was as urgent as when Yueyan "kindly reminded" him, even more realistic.

Now, just-

Leave everything to the maddened vampire.

I wish Sayoko could bite that man's throat.

Yaozai's slightly restrained purple eyes burst into light, and he waited intently with bated breath.

at this time-

Nakahara Zhong also raised his fist opposite him and squeezed hard.

Gada—

With the sound of joint dislocation, the smoke dispersed.

Sayoko who was about to thrust her fangs into Tsukihiko's neck was frozen in place like a doll.

pat—

Osamu Dazai jumped down from the stumbling crowd in the auditorium, took out a gun from the pocket of his windbreaker, and strode towards the vampire.

When passing by Yaozai, the keen young man cast a meaningful glance at him.

"Snapped."

The bullet fired from the gun went straight through the vampire's chest.

This kind of thing can only be done by Osamu Dazai who has never met Sayoko.

Hot blood spurted out, instantly splashing Yuehiko's overly pale cheeks and spotless suit.

The producer's legs were weak and he was about to fall, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who rushed over, supported his arms and dragged him to a safe place.

Yaozai: "..."

Seeing the twists and turns in front of him, Ubuyashiki lowered his head and let the hair curtain hide his expression, secretly gritted his silver teeth.

"Are you okay, Teacher Yaozai?"

A familiar voice came from overhead, like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

Yaozai's back muscles tightened, and when he raised his head again, the hostility on his face disappeared, and he returned to a calm and breezy look.

He smiled and got up with the young man's cool hand: "I'm fine, Dazai."

Seeing that the situation gradually stabilized, the hostess and hostess came out from behind the table where they were hiding, with tremors visible to the naked eye.

They looked at each other with lingering fear, and swallowed their saliva:

"Then, because of a temporary emergency, this live broadcast will end here."

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

The ipad, which was held in the hand of the male host, was beeping non-stop.

You don't need to think about it to know that the comments on the Internet at this moment must be like a mountain rising from the ground, overflowing the screen at any time.

But no one has time to pay attention.

The thrilling live broadcast finally came to an end.

[System: Congratulations to the host for entering the third level - the son of the curse.Tip: Please try to attack the object "Yueyan" to get customs clearance information. ]

[Yaozai is startled, his expression suddenly changes: Xiaotong, what do you mean? ]

In the dressing room, the stylist helped Yaoya and Zhongya remove their makeup without saying a word.

After the sudden catastrophe, everyone was exhausted and had their own thoughts.

After a while, "Okay." The woman said softly.

"Thank you." Yaozai got up and saw the stylist waving his hands hastily: "No, no, no, our TV station should be thanked. Thank you for saving the producer and other viewers. By the way, where is the gentleman who shot? "

"That fellow Dazai went to stare at the unconscious Sayoko." Nakaya stroked the back of his head for his slightly curly hair after removing the braid.

"Little Yeko..."

The stylist murmured sadly: "She..."

Words don't make sentences.

"How is your producer?" Yaozai asked with concern.

The woman pretended to be strong and smiled: "Oh, Mr. Yueyan was scratched on the neck, but it's nothing serious."

"...That's good." Yaozai narrowed his eyes: "Let's go see him before we leave."

He turned his head and suggested to Zhong Yuanzhong, using an affirmative rather than a questioning tone.

The Port Mafia officer shrugged nonchalantly.

The two were about to leave, "Wait." The stylist behind him hesitated to speak, Yaozai raised his eyebrows in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"When something like this happens, the producer will definitely be scolded by the leader. His most beloved suit is scrapped again. I suggest you don't make trouble."

Yaozai thought for a few seconds, then smiled like a spring breeze:

"Is that so? Then we have to go."

Besides, his obstetrician Yashiki Yoya had reasons why he had to go.

Producer's Office

"Dong dong dong."

Yaozai politely knocked on the door three times.

"Who?"

"Ubuyashiki Yoya and Nakahara Chuya. Mr. Tsukihiko, we're going to go back after checking on your situation."

The man inside the door was silent for a long time, and it seemed that contemptuous laughter reached their ears through the gap.

"Oh, come in."

Yaozai pushed the door open and entered.

The room was brightly lit, Yue Yan was wearing a black silk shirt, the dirty blood on his face had been washed clean, and a thick bandage was wrapped around his neck.

At his desk stood a man wearing glasses and a white coat.

"Mr. Yueyan," the other party said respectfully, "Be careful not to touch the wound on your neck these few days. If there is any change, you must come to find it in time..."

"It must be..." Yue Yan interrupted the doctor, repeated playfully, and then looked up at him slowly: "The way you speak, are you ordering me?"

As soon as these words came out, a suffocating coercion instantly filled the whole room.

The doctor couldn't help shaking, and quickly denied it: "No, I am concerned about your physical condition."

Yue Yan stared at him for a long while without saying a word, until the blood on the other party's face faded, then he waved his hands unsatisfactorily:

"Okay, get off work, don't interfere with my writing the report."

The doctor left in a hurry.

Only Tsukihiko, Ubuyashiki Yoya, and Nakahara Chuya were left in the huge room.

"Mr. Ubuyashiki," Tsukihiko's eyes shifted to him almost as soon as the doctor disappeared. "Did you come to apologize to me?"

Before Yaoya could speak, Chuya frowned: "Apologize? Why did he apologize to you?"

His suspicious eyes wandered between the two.

"Of course it's because Mr. Ubuyashiki pushed me at the scene just now. Otherwise, why would I almost have my neck bitten off by a vampire?"

Tsukihiko stroked the bandage around his neck with his slender fingers, tilted his head and smiled harmlessly at Yaozai:

"Do you think so, Mr. Ubayashiki?"

"What did you say?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked in disbelief, the eyes locked on Yaoza's side face almost made him burn up.

Yaozai's heart stopped suddenly, he looked down into Yue Yanmei's red pupils condescendingly, and said with a smile without changing his face:

"Mr. Tsukihiko said 'kindly reminded' me to pay attention to Sayoko, and it almost cost me my life?"

"Hmph, nonsense."

The two were silent at the same time, looking at each other.

In the stalemate atmosphere, they are like hedgehogs with their barbs stretched out to the largest extent, and no one dares to get close easily.

As time went by, the excluded Central Plains became increasingly restless.

Just when he was about to drag Yaoya away, Pata—

The door opened again.

A little boy with black curly hair shouted childishly at the door:

"Daddy, can we go home?"

He rubbed his sleepy eyes while talking, until he saw the stranger in the office clearly, his rosy cheeks turned pale immediately.

Tsukihiko frowned quickly, got up and walked quickly between Yaoya and Nakaya, walked towards the boy, took his hand and led him into the door.

"You play here for a while, and go home after I finish writing the report."

"Hmm." The boy agreed obediently, and staggered towards Yaozai and Chuya, "Father, are they your colleagues?"

What, Yue Yan already has a son?

Yaozai knelt down, stroked the boy's hair with a smile on his face, and pretended to ask casually:

"How old are you, kid?"

"I'm five years old."

The boy raised his head proudly, and looked at Shang Yaozai thoughtfully, one red and one blue eyes of different colors shone in the dark night.

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