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

Chapter 358: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (28)

Ye Zhao discovered something very strange...

That is, from then on, the ghost who was lurking around and writing him harassing letters never sent him any more letters.

Besides, Xiao Yu never looked for him again.

Lan Yingshuang too.

For three days in a row.

It was as if he had been forgotten.

Ye Zhao was overwhelmed.

It is not difficult to understand that Xiao Yu achieved his wish without him acting as a matchmaker and being a patient hunter.

Kelan Yingshuang and Xiao Yu had such an intimate relationship, wouldn't it be unreasonable not to come and find her?

It’s different from the original.

In fact, it is already different from the original.

It started with them having a great night and a close fight the next day.

Where is this in the original novel?

Lan Yingshuang was just shocked, but was uncontrollably attracted to Xiao Yu. After suppressing her emotions for a whole day, she found an excuse to come here again.

Now, where are the people?

What about an older person?

Once the story deviates, where can he, a man trapped at home, move the plot forward?

There's no point in crying.

Ye Zhao admitted that he was a little impatient.

After entering the study, he asked Luqiao to grind the ink and Cuiwei to get the paper.

He took the pen, dipped it in the inkstone, and wrote a few words on the letter paper.

After the writing is completely dry, fold it, put it in an envelope, and seal it with wax.

Give it to Cuiwei and ask someone to deliver it to the prince.

"The slaves obey."

After taking it solemnly, Cuiwei bowed and took her leave.

Putting down the brush, Ye Zhao supported his chin with one hand.

Regardless of whether Lan Yingshuang is too embarrassed to do so or not, as a cannon fodder and a scumbag, she has to remind him out of both emotion and reason.

Otherwise, how will the story develop?

Why are you so sure they haven't had any contact recently?

Of course I asked the system.

Remembering something, Ye Zhao looked up, "Where's Xiao Yu?"

"Miss Xiao has been learning embroidery, playing the piano, and gardening at Hefeng Hall these past few days." Luqiao observed his expression. "Does the prince want to see him?"

Ye Zhao shook his head in denial, "No."

It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the cannon fodder is.

Lan Yingshuang is already like this, how can Xiao Yu still have the mood to do this?

On the night Ye Zhao sent the letter, Xiao Yu turned into a wisp of green smoke and returned to the Lingshan Cave where the Peony Clan lived all year round.

The cave is filled with fairy air, gurgling water, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Everyone who saw him gathered together and kowtowed and knelt in two rows.

"Greetings, young master. May you live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years."

The Peony Clan has always lived in seclusion in the mountains, devoted themselves to cultivation, and never cared about the mundane world.

But the Peony King's son, Xiao Wu Yu, the young master of the Peony clan, is an exception.

Not only do I yearn to go to the human world, I also hope to get an opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

The Peony King had no way to deal with him, so he simply ignored him.

At this moment, Xiao Yu has regained his male appearance and body.

Wearing a purple brocade robe, he looks noble and awe-inspiring.

His face was evil and his eyes were like cold pools.

He walked among them and sat down gracefully on the high seat.

Sitting lazily and casually, "Get up."

"Thank you, young master."

Everyone thanked him and stood up.

Xiao Yu sensed it with his spiritual sense and was surprised, "Where is my father?"

The demons looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, a little demon who was slightly familiar with him stepped forward and said with a fist, "Young Master, the Peony King is in seclusion in his hometown."

"Oh." Xiao Yu, no, Xiao Wu Yu seemed to be asking casually, just asking and that was it.

With his hands on his knees and his body slightly leaning forward, he looked them over with a dignified gaze, "This young master asks you, who among you understands mortal love?"

The demons were whispering to each other.

"What's going on? Young Master, you've always wanted to become stronger, so why are you thinking about love this time?"

"Demons are always transformed. After a few twists and turns in the mortal world, they naturally understand how joyful and satisfying love and sexual pleasure are."

"Shut up! Look at him, confused and unhappy, ashamed and angry, and tangled. Be careful, or he might tear your head off."

Seeing them mumbling endlessly, Xiao Wuyu's eyes darkened, "Huh?"

A strong and domineering pressure was released from him, sweeping away everything like a whirlwind.

Their throats felt hot, and natural fear forced them to kneel down together.

"Young master, please spare my life." The little demon Mu Feng, who had initially responded to him, knelt down a few steps and begged for mercy.

Xiao Wuyu's beautiful face was filled with impatience, "I'm asking you a question."

"I don't know what problem you're facing, young master. Let me help you find a solution." Mu Feng smiled apologetically, "As the saying goes, more people, more solutions."

"Yeah yeah."

The demons did not dare to neglect and all agreed.

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Wuyu sat upright and said, "There was a mortal with a fierce personality. He was very proud and thought he was the most powerful..."

"She's incredibly beautiful, more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen..."

"He... likes me... Hey... cough, I don't like him, but he likes me. And he likes someone who has no merits at all. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Having said that, he became angry and slapped the armrest carved with peony patterns.

The handrail made of pure gold and inlaid with gems could not bear the weight and cracked.

All the monsters felt a chill on their necks and shivered.

However, the more I listened to the young master's words, the stranger they sounded.

At first I thought it was disdain, but in fact it was pampering and protecting, and there was a strong smell of jealousy behind it.

I can smell it from three meters away.

Looking at his angry expression, he looked like a resentful husband.

Mu Feng broke the silence, "Master, that man, is he rich?"

"Nonsense." Xiao Wu Yu cast a sharp look at him.

Mu Feng was not surprised by this and explained to him, "Young Master, it is very common for rich nobles in the mortal world to have three wives and four concubines."

"How can that be?" Xiao Wu Yu paced back and forth anxiously.

Why, he couldn't explain.

In short, just thinking about it makes my brain explode.

Mu Feng tried to appease him, fearing that he would kill them all if he got upset. "Young Master, you don't like him. Facing someone who is entangled with you and is so fickle, you should feel disgusted and annoyed..."

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Wuyu stared at him with cold eyes, feeling guilty. "Are you saying that this young master likes him? Haha, what a joke!"

Touching his nose, Mu Feng could attack or defend. "I dare not. That's not what I meant. I'm just a mortal...ah, that's not what I meant..."

Meeting his murderous gaze, she hurriedly gave up her bad words and said, "Young Master, if, I mean if, we all like you very much and want to be with you forever, what will you do?"

Xiao Wu Yu looked disgusted and said, "Kill you. Take back your words, even if it's hypothetical."

Mu Feng pressed on, "Is this how you feel about that mortal you mentioned?"

"This is not..."

"That's right, Young Master has no intention of getting rid of him, nor does he hate him..."

"I was even very happy about it, and I indulged him again and again, doing things for him that I wouldn't normally do for anyone else..."

"When I see him getting close to others, I can't control my temper."

"You feel sad when that person doesn't come to see you, but you can't bring yourself to go find him..."

"I make you angry, I say a few words to you, and you immediately forget all the unpleasantness, just wanting that person's eyes to stay on you..."

Mu Feng saw that his expression was moved and all his hostility had disappeared. He seemed to be trapped in some memories and unable to extricate himself, feeling a mixture of shame and anger.

He immediately kowtowed, no longer trying to fool him, and risked his life to point out the truth, "Young Master, perhaps, you are moved without knowing it."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiao Wuyu's face flushed red, his previous fierce look faded, his mind was distracted, and he stepped on empty air...

Unbeknownst to Ye Zhao, the story unfolds once again.