What if the lord is too popular

country house

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the frogs by the dry pond were noisy.

Obstetrician Shiki Yoya was lying on his side on the bed, wearing a thin striped hospital gown.

His broken ribs were sometimes scorching hot like hundreds of ants climbing and biting, and sometimes cold like sharp ice picks gouging the ground.

"Um-"

His lips were pale, and he moaned unconsciously.

The man in the darkness turned a deaf ear and turned a page of the newspaper slowly...

Yaozai was woken up quickly.

He hunched his back and endured it, and found that his limbs were bound by narrow cable ties, and he could not move.

"woke up?"

The indifferent greeting in my ear sounds like it has been planned for a long time.

He followed the reputation and saw the whiteness in the shadow of the wall.

"Tsukihiko."

Yuya Ubuyashiki called out the opponent's name with a blank expression.

He began to struggle violently, which proved futile.

It is useless except to leave shocking bloodstains on the delicate skin.

The air is filled with a wonderful smell that is enough to drive the ghost king crazy.

Guiwu Tsuji's Adam's apple rolled, and Mei Hong's vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

He took a deep breath, the smell of blood filling his nostrils.

If this is a man's means of provocation.Undoubtedly very effective.

But the price is tragic, and he may not be able to afford it.

Wu Mi threw down the newspaper and walked towards the window with long legs.

pat—

He left the windows wide open so that the glass was useless.

The howling north wind rushed towards Yaozai like a very hungry tiger.

The man was underdressed and injured, so he couldn't bear this kind of torture at all.

Within a moment, his face turned blue and he was trembling.

The King of Ghosts was pleased by Yaozai's tragic situation, so he mercifully closed the windows without leaving a single gap.

He pretended to have just discovered his mistake and walked over anxiously.

"I'm really sorry, I see you are uncomfortable, so I want to use the most primitive method to help you relieve the pain."

He looked around with regret on his face:

"Who said there is no ice here."

Yue Yan is deeply affectionate, and her acting skills make some traffic newcomers feel ashamed.

If not, how could he change several identities and stay in the crowd for a long time?

Yaozai doesn't eat this set:

"Stop being hypocritical, Yue Yan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

is a good question.

He frowned.

It's not how difficult it is to find the answer, but I hope to hear another name from the man's mouth—his real name.

Tsukihiko's slender fingers caressed Yaoya's body through the fabric.

The taut muscles and criss-crossed bones beneath the suit would soon be a source of joy for him.

Yaozai held his breath, trying to avoid Yueyan's touch again and again.

No way, he had to curl up as much as possible, pressing his knees to his chest like a shrimp.

The kind that is cooked.

Yue Yan stared at his trembling eyelashes, pretending to be puzzled:

"Why is your face so red?"

"let me go."

The sweat dripping from his forehead flowed into Yoya's eyes.

He presents a beauty that is completely opposite to the posture of resistance - making people want to ask for anything, even sadistic.

Oni Wu Tsuji has always been good at discovering beauty.

He decided to follow his heart.

"You ask me what I want to do?" He lowered his head and looked at Yaozai's side face, his lips were drawn into a cruel smile: "Maybe I just care about your injury. It's like..."

[so! ]

The threat was dropped like a bomb, and he pressed hard on Yaoya's wound.

click —

The already fragile bones suffered secondary damage.

"what-"

The horrific screams echoed in the room and bounced off the walls, forming a thrilling movement.

But Yaozai's wailing soon stopped, and he stubbornly pressed his lower lip and stared at Wumi stubbornly.

"You want me to die, don't you?" he gasped.

Wu miserable lowered his head, staring at his own shadow in Yaozai's bloodshot purple eyes.

He licked his lips unsatisfactorily, pretending to be innocent:

"Let you die, how could it be? You are my only and last relative in this world."

He took out an expensive silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the cold sweat from Yaoya's forehead.

"Look at you, you are so afraid of pain."

Wu Mi's tone is both reproachful and caring, as if speaking to a much younger lover.

"...Don't say that you treat me preferentially."

Yaozai snorted and turned his head to the door.

There was a piece of red velvet hanging there, which was incompatible with the deserted atmosphere in the room.

If you listen carefully, you can also catch the cry of a milk cat.

"Hehe." Wuyou leaned over to his ear and smiled, "Our guests were all woken up by you."

Yaoza tilted his head to avoid Wu Mi's cold lips.

"guest?"

An ominous premonition rose in his chest.

who is it?Is it someone you know?

He was thinking to himself when suddenly—

He mercilessly dragged him up.

"hiss-"

The pulled ribs rattled like misplaced parts, and Yaozai couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing this, Wu Cang smiled, and began to untie the straps on his ankles.

"?"

Yaozai didn't know why, so he lowered his head and stared at his whirling to guess his intention.

"Are you afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill you?"

"As long as you can kill it."

Onimai Tsuji answered without raising his head, the arrogance in his words was evident.

His fingers to untie the belt are as soft and dexterous as a fluttering butterfly.

"..."

Yaozai pursed her lips and said nothing.

In fact, he didn't plan to do it rashly.

Whether it is the father or the family records, there are no details about the strength of Oni Wu Tsuji.

"Latent" is the best way.

Yaozai stretched out his wrist obediently under Wu Mi's gesture.

He noticed that the other party's eyes glided past the mottled bloodstains, and their eyes suddenly darkened.

It seems that Muma Tsuji and vampires have similarities.

This is not a good sign.

Yaozai thinks of Lan Tangying, who is sometimes unrestrained when sucking blood.

Don't know if the guy found a new shelter.

"All right."

Wu Mi's voice brought Yaoza back to reality.

"Thank you."

He quietly pulled down the sleeve of the hospital gown to cover the wound.

"Humph."

Wu Mi sneered, watching his iconic vertical pupils open a little, as if mocking him for wasting his efforts.

What pointless struggle is there for a lamb to be slaughtered?

No, it is precisely because it is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered that we must do our best to find a chance.

The premise of the man in front of Kazawa is—

[Live by his side. ]

"See for yourself if you're curious."

Yaozai turned his gaze to the door, and sat on the bed without moving.

He has an instinctive resistance to revealing "surprises."

It's like knowing that there is a trap ahead and stepping on it without hesitation.

Life often has such ironic choices.

"Want me to help you?"

Wu Mi stretched out his hand, with an unscrupulous smile on his lips.

He was trying to provoke Yaozai.

"I'll go by myself."

Yaozai ignored him and stepped onto the floor with bare feet.

For a moment, the oppressive chill snaked from the soles of his feet like maggots attached to the bones.

While he shivered, the burning pain in his body eased a little.

Yaoza walked forward, feeling the hot gaze following him.

Therefore, even if you are reluctant, you must straighten your back as straight as a pine and cypress.

tap tap —

The closer Yaozai got to the door, the louder he cried, and the more violent his heartbeat.

finally-

Stumbling, he was only one step away from the red velvet cloth.

Yaozai took a deep breath, clutching his abdomen and tearing off the last veil of "surprise".

wow-

What came into view was a girl who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, her long ink-like hair was tangled together, and a part of her face was weakly stuck to the side of her face.

The mole at the corner of his left eye was particularly moving under the washing of tears.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

As soon as she saw Yaoya, she twisted her body excitedly, and noises of unknown meaning kept coming out of her mouth tightly stuffed with cloth strips.

Yaozai was terrified.

"Do you know her?"

A question without emotion came from behind at the right time.

Of course he knew the girl in front of him.

[I'm only willing to obey Naomi's words. ]

Junichiro Tanizaki's idiots flooded in.

Yaozai clenched his fists, making his voice so calm that he couldn't hear it.

"I saw her once. She seems to be the sister of Police Officer Tanizaki."

Wu Mi walked slowly to his side from behind.

"Yes, it happened that Tong Mo caught this woman. I heard that her brother shot and wounded you?"

Although it is a questionable sentence pattern, Yaozai knows that Oniwu Tsuji has already secretly investigated everything.

Has even his collusion with the police been exposed?

Out of the corner of Yaozai's eyes, Yaozai looked at him miserably.

"Didn't you just want to be treated preferentially? Then—"

Wu Mi put his hand on his shoulder affectionately, and slightly raised his lips:

"I grant you the right to kill this woman."

"!"

Yaozai looked at Wu Mi in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

Wu Mi's eyes met his in the air, and he frowned very quickly.

"I hate people knowingly ask questions. But for the sake of our blood connection, I can forgive you this time."

His thin lips opened and closed:

"Either you kill her or I kill you."

"..."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

As soon as these words came out, Tanizaki Naomi immediately shook into a sieve, and tears flowed like a sluice.

At the moment of life and death, she didn't know where the strength came from, and her trembling legs couldn't even support her own weight, so she tried her best to get up and run towards the door.

The hope of the so-called "life" is close at hand, as long as you run fast enough, you can...

Wu Mi narrowed her eyes and watched the girl's stumbling figure. Seeing that her hands were bound, she could only show her white teeth and bit the doorknob.

The obstetrician Yoyashiki beside him did not move.

wow-

The red and swollen arms stretched out suddenly, wrapped in the smelly wind, rubbing against his face, and they were about to pinch the girl's slender neck from behind.

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat instantly.

[Teleport].

The second before the tentacles touched the girl's clothes, she became the prey instead of her.

He was lifted high up against the ceiling.

"you wanna die?"

Oni Wu Tsuji raised his eyebrows, and the expensive custom-made white suit was torn in half, hanging on his body to expose his chest.

It's really like the god who controls everything in ancient Greek mythology.

Yaozai appreciates the creaking of the cartilage in his neck.

Wu Mi's hands were squeezed so tightly that even the cough was stuck in his throat.

"You...wouldn't...kill me."

He spoke in fits and starts.

"Oh, who told you?"

Wu Can looked up at him with interest in his eyes.

"As long as you...let her go, I'm willing...to do...anything."

Every time Yaozai said a word, his lungs contracted violently, causing pain like a needle prick.

Because of the suffocation, his eyes were covered with a layer of shaking black, and he could even feel the life force draining from his body little by little.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at him silently for a while.

"Oh."_Jiao caramel hall_

Then, "pata" threw him on the ground.

_Jiao caramel hall_

"Cough cough cough cough."

The reborn Yaoya is like a baby longing for its mother's milk, greedily absorbing the oxygen around it.

"You said you would do anything for me?"

Oni Wu Tsuji's pair of shiny black leather shoes stopped in front of him, bent down and asked every word.

"As long as you let her go."

"Very well, now kneel down and kiss the toe of my shoe and say—"

[Master Wu Mi, please turn me into a ghost. ]

"..."

Yuya Ubuyashiki was shocked.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I promise to let this woman die without a whole body in front of you."

boom!

With Wu Mi's announcement, the tea table next to his seat was torn apart.

Shards of glass were flying everywhere.

"Don't forget, I'm impatient. I count to three."

"one."

The cells in Yoya Ubuyashiki's body were clamoring wildly.

"two."

He bit his lip and clenched his hands into fists.

[The system is burning with anxiety: Ubuyashiki-sama, do you really want to...]

"three."

He staggered into a kneeling position.

"Master Wu Mi, please turn me into...a ghost."

Yaozai's head was lowered to the dust, and his blood-discolored lips were about to touch the toe of Wuyou's shoe.

The man took a step back and smiled contemptuously:

"Sorry, I have a cleanliness addiction."

Yaozai was indifferent to Wu Mi's irony.

In order to kill the man in front of him, what is this level of insult?

High-ranking hunters usually appear as prey.

He dug his nails into his palms and straightened up without changing his expression.

Onimai Tsuji put his hands on the top of Yaoya's head, and said in a benevolent tone:

"I give you strength, but if you can't bear it, you will die."

After saying this, blood rushed down from his arms like a rushing river.

In an instant, Yaoza's scalp seemed to be torn apart.

"what!!!!!"

He fell to the ground, this powerful force flowed through every organ, every meridian, causing him to suffer pain like skinning and bones being ripped apart.

Yaozai huddled himself into a ball, twitching unceasingly, racing against time to talk to the system before his will became blurred.

[Xiao Tong, if I forgot something, you must tell me. ]

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

After rolling a few times on the spot, he passed out.

He lay flat on the bed and suddenly opened his eyes, becoming very sensitive.

Whether it's the whispers a few miles away, or the bright moon behind the dark clouds on the ceiling, nothing can escape his detection.

"woke up."

A familiar voice resounded in the room.

A cool figure slowly walked out of the shadows, from far to near.

The man's shiny black leather shoes stepped on broken glass.

crunch—

He looked up at the other's pale cheeks, which were inlaid with a pair of shimmering plum red vertical pupils.

Two contrasting colors envelop this person with a mysterious and deadly attraction.

He sat up in bed alertly.

"who are you?"

He found himself hoarse, his throat dry and smoky.

What was even more disturbing was that not only did he not recognize the man in front of him, he even forgot his own name.

While thinking about it, the man had already walked to the side of the bed, firmly pinched his jaw with his thumb and index finger and lifted it up.

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

As the man said, there was a hint of sadness in his frowning brows.

He thought about it, and shook his head honestly.

"Your memory is still so bad."

The man parted his mouth indulgently and smiled, his red pupils filled with his reflection—

Spotless white long hair and eyelashes, the color of the pupil is slightly darker than blood, and there is a hexagonal ice flower under the right eye.

"..."

Did he look like this?

Strange to say, the face that clearly belonged to him didn't feel familiar at all.

"you know me?"

It is said that people who have lost their memory will trust the first object they see after opening their eyes.

This phenomenon is known as the "baby complex".

"of course."

The man approached with a coercion and masculinity that could not be ignored.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes drooped and fell on the man's knuckles with bulging veins, and he heard a voice like a clear spring in a mountain stream whispering in his ear:

"My name is Mumai Tsuji, and you—"

[It is a vow to live and die with me, my beloved lover. ]

With the man's voice disappearing, two red clouds appeared on his face.

"Are you shy?"

He closed his eyes obediently without answering.

It was certainly a tacit invitation.

The man's cold palm touched his cheek.

[lover]?

He chewed this word that should have a strong emotional color, but found it boring.

The man's hand slid to his slender neck, and a thick ink called "desire" accumulated in his eyes.

at this time-

He grabbed the opponent's wrist as quickly as lightning and twisted it hard.

"you!"

Facing the shocked gaze of the man, he removed his docile mask and smiled sarcastically:

"You think I'll believe your nonsense?"

It is said that people with amnesia will subconsciously believe the first object they see.

But he wasn't going to do that.

He doesn't trust anyone but himself.

The author has something to say: let's imagine a blood ghost technique for Mr. Yaozai every day!

感谢在2020-12-2619:08:36~2020-12-2916:39:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: one hedgehog and one dolphin;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Weichenjun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!