What if the lord is too popular

Wu Mi walked slowly towards the sleeping Lantang.

"Did you drug him?"

"Otherwise how can I make sure I can bring him here?"

"Heh, you are really useless as always."

Wu Cang smiled and sneered, but he secretly enjoyed Yaozai's showing of weakness.After all, he doesn't need another Jiulan Litu to be timid.

He kicked Lan Tang's knee with the toe of his shiny black leather shoe.

"Wake up."

After a while, Lan Tang frowned and reluctantly opened his eyes.He looked around, and his gaze was fixed on the white-haired Yaozai beside the bed.

"Mr. Hinoki, where is this place?"

There was a fleeting cold sneer in his ears: "It's my villa."

Lan Tang was stunned, then raised his head Xunsheng, and what caught his eyes was a pale face shrouded in shadow.

"...Producer Yue Yan, you..."

He tried to move, only to realize later that his limbs were tightly bound by cable ties, and his face changed suddenly:

"What do you want to do!"

"It's not too stupid to know that we are together." Wu Mi looked down at him, like looking at a bug, "Why, do vampires have faith?"

It was about running the Bliss Teaching Consultation.

"Maybe he went to the doctor in a hurry. I heard that he was abandoned by his own family."

Yaozai shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, his tone was as hypocritical as Tong Mo's.

Wu Mi's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling displeased with his interruption, and he hasn't spoken yet...

"Hurry up and get back to business, don't you have something important to ask him?"

"Are you... teaching me how to do things?"

With the falling voice, the suffocating coercion swept across the room in an instant, filling the gaps of every air molecule.

Yaoza clutched the clothes on his chest, panting heavily.

The two ghosts were confronting each other, and suddenly—

With a "click" sound that was easily overlooked, the rope binding Lan Tang burst suddenly, and the sharp ice crystals rushed towards Wu Mi's side face like a sharp arrow, and it was almost the slightest difference.

"Hmph, worm-carving trick."

Wu Mi said contemptuously, without even looking at it, his arms stretched out like lightning, and precisely strangled Lan Tang's neck, lifting him off the ground.

Facing Yaozai's coercion a moment ago, he turned around and pressed firmly on his chest like an iron plate weighing a thousand jins.

"puff-"

Lan Tang tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yaoza let go of his clothes, a calculating light flashed in his lowered eyes.

If the information came too easily, it would inevitably make Onimai Tsuji suspicious.

But it can't let Lantang really take his life.

He bent down and coughed violently twice, heaved a sigh of relief like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, walked to Wu Mian's side, deliberately suppressed his throat and said:

"Don't kill him, otherwise who will tell us the solution to Jiulan Litu?"

"What, you want to kill... cough cough, you want to kill Jiulan Litu?"

Lan Tang let out a low cry, the cartilage in his neck creaked.

He turned his head to look at Yaozai's slightly purple nails on his arm, with a smile that wasn't a smile:

"Very reasonable, if Mr. Lantang is willing to cooperate."

"Bah, that's a good idea. How could I... tell you that I killed the vampire emperor..."

As Wu Mi's hand tightened, Lan Tang's face turned livid, let alone manipulating the ice crystal, he couldn't even speak clearly.

"..."

This Lantang also said that he had never acted before, but it was a waste of his talent.

Yaozai sighed, facing him hoarsely and persuasively:

"Mr. Lantang, whatever you want, we can try our best to satisfy you."

"……roll."

crunch—

The back of Wu Mi's hand was temporarily dislocated due to force, "Talk to him well."

"Why don't you ask Mr. Yueyan to help you get cleared?" Yaozai gave Wu Mi a wink, "Mr. Yueyan has a great influence, if he comes forward, you may no longer be everyone. The fugitive who shouted and beat him."

[You really think highly of me. ]

Wu Mi faced him, gritted his teeth and said with his lips.

Yaozai smiled imploringly, looking at Lantang with sincerity.

"In this case, you must be re-accepted by your family, right?"

"..."

A moment of silence.

After a while, Lan Tang opened his ice-blue eyes covered with shadows, "...Really?"

Yao Zai quickly squeezed Wu Mi's cold arm, and the latter glared at him.

"Really, the premise is that you don't lie to me."

"……understood."

The deal is done.

Wu Mi let go of the shackles, and let Lan Tang fall to the ground in embarrassment like a freely falling body.

The clear window reflected the shocking pinch marks on the vampire's neck, "Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

He wiped away the dried blood on his lips.

"Say, how can you kill Jiulan Litu?"

Lan Tang struggled for a while, then lowered his head and answered weakly:

"Just... crush his heart."

"Oh? What a cruel method?"

It is even crueler than letting their ghosts disappear in the sun.

Wu Mi imagined holding Jiulan Litu's bloody heart in his hands, admiring his painful appearance, and couldn't help laughing.

Before he could savor the ultimate beauty carefully, Lan Tang raised his head and said viciously:

"Can I go?"

"You...you didn't lie to us, did you?" Yaozai asked carefully from the side.

"...Of course, I don't want to die yet."

I didn't expect this idiot to have self-knowledge, which is very good.

Feeling relaxed and happy, Wu Cang's eyes signaled Yaozai to open the door of the room.

pat—

The kind-hearted Son of God tried to help Lan Tang, who was leaning against the wall, limp all over.

"Do not touch me!"

He was slapped hard by the opponent.

Not knowing whether it was because of the anesthesia in his body, or because he was frightened by his strength, Lan Tang staggered all the way, and it took him a long time to reach the door.

Yaozai stood not far away and faced him, earnestly enjoining:

"Mr. Lantang, I hope you can keep what happened tonight a secret. Goodbye."

Wu Can followed closely with a smile: "Thank you very much for your help, Lan Tang, sir."

Lan Tang looked at him like a ghost for a few seconds, and stepped up to leave.

The bloodthirsty light suddenly burst out from the plum-red vertical pupils of Wuyou, and a foul-smelling gust of wind rose from the ground. He stood in the center of the storm with a ghostly smile:

"Ah~ I really want to see the effect first."

While speaking, Wuyan's right hand hanging from the hem of his trousers suddenly turned into a barbed thorn, rushing towards Lan Tang's unsuspecting back, almost piercing through his chest in a second.

There is a flower in Wu Can's eyes.

"Puchi—"

Hot blood splattered the pure white suit, through the scarlet vision, Wu Can see Yaoya's crumbling body.

"Why do you want to……"

Lan Tang hurriedly caught him.

Yaozai smiled inappropriately, and looked from the sky with his eyes dimmed due to blood loss.

"Because I guess, you will, cross the river and tear down the bridge."

What a deep dissection.

Without changing his face, he retracted the thorns. When the thorns were separated from the once intimate flesh and blood, puff—

Accompanied by Yaozai's involuntary body spasms, a beating heart appeared in his palm.

Is there anything more exciting than holding a lover's heart?

The cleanliness man couldn't help but soften his expression.

"You, let him go."

No one can live without a heart, but ghosts are different.

Yaozai was lying flat on the bed, and the scene where Oniwu Tsuji was playing with his heart was still vivid in his memory.

It's a monster to be able to live without a heart.

He looked at the clear red liquid on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye, feeling sick in his heart.

While thinking about it, Wu Mi, who had taken a bath and looked brand new, reappeared in front of her eyes.

He glanced at the untouched cup in Yaozai's hand, and snorted coldly:

"Don't be ignorant of good and bad, if it's not to make your wound heal faster."

"...Are you also so generous to others?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, have you ever turned anyone else into a ghost besides me?"

Wu Mi approached Yaozai, looked at the blood on the bed sheet with disgust, and sat down on a nearby chair.

"Yes, but they couldn't bear my strength and died."

Thinking of the tragic death of the trash, Wu Mi's eyes sparkled with interest.

"That's good." Yaoya said softly.

"What good?"

Yaozai smiled to himself: "Only the feeling that you and I depend on each other for life."

Seeing his silver hair covering the pillow and the extreme contrast with the blood stains on his body, Wu Can't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

"Smart words...don't waste my blood."

"No."

……

After a while, Wu Mi couldn't hold him back, so he poured some blood into the already overflowing cup, and left on his own.

Yaozai used both hands and feet to get up from the bed, fingers climbed the window and looked at the sky.

The stars all over the night are so comfortable, as if all the crises are not worth mentioning.

Yao let out a lengthy sigh and dismissed the mug on the bedside table.

I really hope it will be a sunny day. Now that I know that Wu Mi didn't make other victims, then—

Tomorrow is his death day.

next morning

Before going to work, Wu Mi checked Xia Yaozai's situation.

The wound on his chest is far from fully healed, and the reason is that there is not a single drop of blood in the mug.

What a stubborn guy.

Wu Mi was about to wake him up and force-feed the blood, but after thinking about it, he opened the window and casually spilled the blood in the cup into the open space.

Then let Yaoya Shiki suffer slowly!

He was filled with righteous indignation and was about to leave, but his sleeve was pulled unexpectedly.

Yaozai, who was half asleep and half awake, said in a nasal voice, "Don't go, my wound hurts."

"That's what you asked for yourself."

Wu Can looked out the window, it was overcast and cloudy, which was his favorite weather.

It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why not visit the honorable Lord Jiulan Litu today?

He wondered in his heart whether he should take Yaoya Shiki with him.

Although it is a worthless waste, it might be used for some purpose, such as teleporting to help him escape.

Wu Mi is definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he must be fully prepared for everything.

Just as he was thinking, the room suddenly shook, the door behind him opened without any wind, and the aura of a strong man pierced through the wall.

tap tap —

Through the reflection of the glass, the figure approaching in the corridor gradually became clear.

The uninvited guest took the lead, "Good morning, I got some fake news last night and I want to confirm it with you."

After a while, a pair of cold eyes of different colors appeared in the field of vision of the two of them. Jiulan Litu put his hands behind his back, with a hypocritical smile on his face:

"I heard you want to kill me, Yue Yan?"

The author has something to say: there are 1-2 chapters left to finish~

From Wu Mi and Li Tu, the qualities of difficulty (nao), ability (zi), but (you) and expensive (bing) are reflected: fighting must be positive