I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 235 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (105)

A faint fragrance wafts into the palace ruled by darkness.

There were shadows above the layers of bed curtains.

Hua Jingmian was sweating profusely, and his eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He tried to open them several times, but to no avail.

His fingers were long and slender, like the strings of a musical instrument. At this moment, he was clutching the quilt beside him, and he was completely immersed in a heavy nightmare.

"Master, don't kill me..."

"don't want……"

The scene of that day replayed itself countless times. No matter how he begged, Ye Zhao remained indifferent and took his life cruelly and mercilessly.

Tears fell silently, and my heart felt like it was soaked in lemonade.

In a daze, he felt a corner of the ground beneath him collapse. He wanted to see who it was, but he was too tired and failed again.

A cold finger slowly wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.

All I encountered were tears and sweat sticking to my face.

Ye Zhao frowned, with an indescribable emotion, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "It's okay, don't be afraid..."

It seemed that his comfort had some effect, and the scene in Hua Jing's dream changed immediately -

In the bridal chamber, red candles flickered, and the candlelight shone through the red window grilles, casting a warm and mysterious light and shadow.

He was wearing a red wedding dress embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns, symbolizing nobility and auspiciousness.

He wore a black official hat inlaid with a sparkling gem, which made him look particularly majestic and solemn.

He walked slowly towards the bride, picked up the weighing rod, and slowly lifted the bride's veil, revealing her beautiful face. Their eyes met in the candlelight.

"Master..."

Caressing his face affectionately, Hua Jingmian was mesmerized, "Can I kiss you?"

"Don't you dislike men?" Ye Zhao lowered his eyes, his voice slightly hurt.

Fearing that her beloved might misunderstand her, Hua Jingmian knelt on one knee, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes gleaming with clarity. "I don't like anyone except my master, no matter what gender he is."

When Ye Zhao saw the look he cast at her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart tightened, and she quickly looked away.

"Can I kiss you?" Hua Jingmian asked again patiently.

Ye Zhao's face flushed slightly and he nodded slightly.

After getting permission, Hua Jingmian smiled brightly, and the affection in his eyes was as turbulent as the sea.

He couldn't help but obey his inner thoughts, and fell onto the bed with Ye Zhao. He moved closer to him, lifted up his flushed face, and gently slid his lips from his forehead to the tip of his nose, finally stopping on his soft lips...

In reality, the same thing is happening—

Ye Zhao was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe. His eyelids drooped, revealing the corners of his eyes slightly red. He looked a little more decadent and lazy than his usual calm and self-possessed self. His every move exuded a hint of lust...

Deep in love, Hua Jingmian groped until she unbuttoned his clothes and leaned over him...

The clouds disappeared and the rain stopped. Ye Zhao's seductive breathing had just died down, and a layer of transparent light like glass appeared in his eyes.

His lost consciousness gradually returned, and at that critical moment, he found Hua Jingmian's hands, clasped their fingers tightly, and starlight dotted around him.

He used his remaining cultivation to draw all the poison from Hua Jingmian to himself. He felt as if his internal organs were shifted and crushed, and he groaned in pain.

His long black hair was condensed with layers of frost, and his beautiful face was also coated with a layer of cold light. The mixture of pain and biting cold tortured him to the point of being worse than death. He groaned...

After everything was over, Ye Zhao breathed in more than he breathed out...

As the poison was extracted, Hua Jingmian gradually regained consciousness and stared blankly at the top of his head. At this moment, he heard Ye Zhao's dull and broken voice, as if he had been hit hard.

impossible……

Convincing himself in this way, he cast a spell with extremely swift movements to light up the hall.

Seeing Ye Zhao lying beneath him, his body eroded by the cold, his hair dripping with ice, his face transparent, his lips blue, he was so frightened that his soul flew away, and his blood flowed backwards...

"Master, don't scare me..." Realizing that this was not a dream but a real thing, Hua Jingmian trembled and hugged him in her arms, with a look of fear that he didn't notice. "I will save you right away, everything will be fine in a while..."

He continued to receive spiritual energy and shook his head in disbelief, but his complexion not only did not improve, but gradually deteriorated.

A black dizziness appeared in front of Ye Zhao's eyes, constantly expanding, the sky and the earth spinning, gradually swallowing him up.

As Ye Zhao's consciousness gradually submerged, he held on with difficulty and stroked his face. "What you want, I can still do it if I try hard. You promised me, don't blame me..."

All senses became dull, tearful eyes slowly closed, and breathing stopped.

"No!"