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

Chapter 219 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (89)

A dazzling white light flashed by, and Ye Zhao tilted his head and fell onto the bed...

Just as he was about to hit "Jiang Zhaoyue", Hua Jingmian cast a spell to suck him towards himself.

With a gloomy face, he reluctantly carried him to the lounge chair by the window, then stabbed him in the heart with the dagger!

The sharp dagger almost pierced through the skin. I felt numbness in my heart and my whole body was powerless. I almost fell to the ground.

He used his other hand to support himself on the bedside table next to him and was able to steady his body. Hua Jingmian broke out in a cold sweat.

The hand holding the knife almost couldn't hold the handle, and a stabbing pain spread from the heart. When he was confused, a tear rolled down the corner of his left eye without any warning.

His fingertips touched the broken teardrop, a storm brewing in his eyes as he glared fiercely at the unconscious person...

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and tears express joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness... He could obviously save Miss Jiang by taking a drop of his own blood, so why were his eyes shedding tears, as if his heart was weeping sadly at this moment?

No, he will not be soft-hearted anymore. Ye Zhao owes Miss Jiang, and he wants justice for Miss Jiang!

After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting his emotions, Hua Jingmian swung the knife with all his might...

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When Ye Zhao woke up again, he was still in the room where he had been drugged.

I turned my head and looked out the window. It was just getting dark.

His senses returned as he woke up, and he could taste the medicine in his mouth again. It was so strong and bitter that it made him frown.

Afterwards, he remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and the protagonist was going to make him bleed from the bottom of his heart.

Oh my god!

The big thing is bad!

He quickly lowered his head to look and saw blood on his left chest, seeping through his inner garment.

Ye Zhao's breathing stagnated. He lifted up his inner clothes to take a look. The wound there was no longer there and it was as smooth as before.

But that dizzy feeling, like the empty feeling of walking barefoot on cotton, was so real. He guessed uncertainly, could it be that the protagonist took blood from his heart and "kindly" performed a scar removal surgery on him?

This isn't about taking off your pants...

Ye Zhao felt that this was not very civilized and stopped immediately.

Late at night, Ye Zhao, sitting in front of the bed in a bad mood, decisively asked the system to break the chain.

"Clang!"

The moment he was freed from his restraints, Ye Zhao flexed his sore wrist and said, "Check where Yu Jiuqing is now."

[Fifth floor, Star-Picking Hall.] The system detected it and immediately notified me.

After getting the exact answer, Ye Zhao took advantage of the time when the guards were lax to go look for him.

"who!"

"stop!"

When they reached the fourth floor, the three demon guards who were changing shifts happened to see Ye Zhao standing in the corridor and were a little surprised.

Ye Zhao's body froze and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as he was thinking about how to get away with it, he heard the three guards walking towards him and shouting, "Stop! You don't have the aura of the demon clan on you, turn around quickly..."

After hearing this, Ye Zhao no longer had any hope. He couldn't use his spiritual power, so the best strategy he could think of was to run!

"Don't run!"

Seeing him running upstairs without looking back, it was obvious that he was feeling guilty. The three guards who saw it clearly grabbed their weapons and started chasing him.

Faced with the three people chasing him relentlessly, Ye Zhao was exhausted. Forced by the situation, he panicked and picked a room to hide in.

The people outside chased to the door and were about to push it open. Ye Zhao's heart was in his throat, but he gritted his teeth and rushed into the hall. Even if he couldn't find a place to hide, maybe he could jump out of the window?

I seemed to have forgotten that this is the fourth floor.

While running inside, he looked outside from time to time. It was inevitable that he would miss something when he was multitasking. His feet suddenly felt empty and he fell forward. He instinctively wanted to grab something with his arms, but there was only air.

"Pfft!"

He fell heavily into the warm and comfortable bathtub, and the fragrant floral scent and misty water vapor made his brain slow down for a beat.

Ye Zhao stood up from the pool in a panic. His clothes became transparent white after being soaked in water, revealing his beauty.

At this moment, her long black hair flowed down like smooth silk, covering her broad shoulders, narrow waist and seductive figure. She looked like a bewitching and unconscious spirit, making people's blood boil and drool...

Unconsciously wiping away the water stains that obscured his vision, Ye Zhao struggled to open his eyes and saw a figure in the middle of the bathtub with her back to him. Her shoulders were half exposed, her skin was creamy, and her hair reached her waist. It seemed to be a woman...

"here!"

The person outside rushed in, bumping into many tables, chairs and ornaments along the way. He was about to reach through the screen. Ye Zhao made up his mind and ran over from behind to cover the person's mouth and warn her, "Don't say anything you shouldn't, or I will kill you."

"I want you to see who kills who." The man chuckled, cast a spell to grab the gauze dress on the screen, covered his face with it, and pushed him into the water...