Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 91

It turned out that Meng Tai and his servant had only just reached the door when they were suddenly entangled by a black-clad man who appeared out of nowhere. The long, silver-bladed blade danced so fast that its trajectory was invisible, the wind whistling through the air. The black-clad man was completely shrouded in his clothes, his movements unpredictable and elusive. Meng Tai and his servant stood back to back, supporting each other, wielding their weapons like a gust of wind, yet they still seemed unable to withstand the black-clad man's onslaught. Every now and then, they would be caught off guard and thrown into disarray. Looking at the black-clad man's attacks, he would slow down when they couldn't handle the situation, and he would launch a full-scale attack when they were on the defensive. Thinking about it, it had the feel of a cat playing with a mouse, which made them both shocked and furious.

I chuckled. I'm not exactly a good judge of character, and besides, the man in black was completely shrouded in such a large, shapeless robe that it was impossible to identify him. But, judging by that familiar bullying posture, how could I not know who he was!

Master hasn't left yet? And he even remembered this whole thing? Heh, well, a little commotion makes things more lively and fun. But when did this damned monster learn to use a knife? I had no idea! Hehe...

Mo Yu glanced at me, and when he looked at the scene again, his expression suddenly hardened.

Chapter 198: Collapse

The arena had grown considerably larger. Meng Tai's hidden guards, seeing their master in danger, all jumped out. Suddenly, his master shouted, "I'm done playing! With so many people, it's no fun..."

As I was speaking, my master, who had just been surrounded by several top experts and seemed to have no chance of escaping, suddenly broke out of the encirclement, took off his large outer robe, turned around and smiled at me, and walked over leisurely.

Meng Tai and those experts, who seemed to have been intent on killing me and whose moves were extremely vicious, suddenly changed color when they saw that their master hadn't even encountered any danger. He was talking and easily broke away from the encirclement. They stared blankly at their master, who had thrown off his outer robe and was walking towards me. They no longer had the will to chase after him.

Master smiled radiantly, her steps incredibly elegant as she slowly approached, her entire being a dazzling sight that instantly captivated everyone's attention.

Her red lips parted slightly, about to speak, when suddenly her expression changed, her face darkening, her gaze fixed on a corner. I turned my head curiously, and the first thing I saw was a pair of bright, excited eyes, filled with only one image: a stunningly handsome man in black. He had dark circles under his eyes, his delicate face looked haggard, and his clothes were wrinkled. In his hand, a pen and a stack of sketches moved rapidly, finishing one sketch and immediately starting another…

The scholar... How did he become like this?

I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Then I saw the servant behind him. He was clearly a martial artist. When I met him a few days ago, he was walking briskly and had bright eyes. But now he looked dejected and was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. Even with so many people staring at him, he couldn't stop yawning. I was so scared that I tripped and fell.

Good heavens! What on earth happened...?

However, I didn't fall to the ground. A pair of hands wrapped around me from behind and hugged me. I was stunned, not knowing how to push them away. I just stared at my master without blinking. When my master saw my gaze, his usually unchanging, dead monster face showed a rare look of bewilderment. He was furious. "You brat, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Master, what have you done?" I asked, my lips trembling, my voice heavy with sorrow, yet there was a hint of laughter about to break down in my words.

My master went berserk, seemingly collapsing even before I did. For the first time, he lost his temper and roared, "How was I supposed to know? Only after encountering such a monster did I realize what a monster truly is! It follows me every step of the way, wherever I go, whatever I do, drawing everything I do, knocking me out and then coming back, knocking me out again and then coming back... Ah..."

I finally broke down, turned around and buried myself in Mo Yu's arms, laughing so hard that my whole body trembled and I couldn't straighten up anymore.

Just as she was laughing weakly, she suddenly felt a strange sensation. Just as she was about to look up, her arm suddenly tightened as if she were being held in an iron clamp, and she was pulled away with a thud, then crashed into someone's arms.

Before my laughter subsided, I covered my nose and wailed, "Oh my god, who is this? It's so hard! My delicate and pretty nose will be flattened sooner or later!"

Chapter 199: He must have suspected something.

I looked up. His clothes were as black as ink, his aura icy, his face stern, and his eyes held a dangerous, simmering rage. ...Master... Uh, no, Dark Night... Uh, no, Yuwen Ke... Why is he out?

"Uh, what brings you here?" I asked, but the question immediately became clear to me.

Need I even ask? Master must have been so angry he was about to explode, so he just left, dumping this body on Yuwen Ke. That stinky scholar can go paint; this monster doesn't care anymore. Hehe.

I couldn't help but laugh as I thought about it. Hehehe, so ever since we met, this bookworm Xu has been following Master all along? I knew he was a bit of a fool, but I never imagined he'd be this obsessed. Master loves to tease people and act silly, but even teasing has its limits, and acting silly has its limits too—it gets tiring eventually. Besides, this damned monster has always been incredibly impatient. Otherwise, how could even the most stunning beauty only attract him for a few months?

But the scholar was different. He had probably never seen such unparalleled beauty in his entire life. And since the damned monster had provoked him and deliberately put on airs, his display was all the more alluring. As someone so obsessed with painting, how could a few paintings over a few days possibly satisfy his surging passion? So, his unwavering obsession was entirely expected.

However, this certain demon, who has always hated trouble the most, has now gotten himself into trouble by encountering such a persistent fool. Who knows how frantic he must be now? He's so angry he's practically throwing himself at Yuwen Ke—a complete loss of composure he's never shown before! Hehehe, poor master... Hehehe...

Uh, by the way, I wonder what that damned scholar has been drawing with his master these past few days? I must go and see his paintings later.

I was chuckling to myself, oblivious to the undercurrents around me, until someone, who had been ignored, tightened their grip on my wrist, bringing me back to my senses.

With a cry of pain, I snatched my hand back, my face full of resentment. I knew it; every time this damned monster suddenly returned my body to this cold-hearted prince, I was doomed. Next time, next time I will definitely give him a stern warning, a very stern warning, and forbid him from doing it again.

Yuwen Ke pursed his thin lips, his eyes like bottomless abysses, fixed on me, his thoughts unreadable. But when he saw me look up at him with a wronged expression, he paused slightly, his eyes flashing as he glanced around the room. When he saw Mo Yu, he paused again, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. "So Lord Mo is here too?"

I rolled my eyes. Who was it that just dragged me out of Mo Yu's arms? Seriously, my nose was almost flattened from the impact, and now you're acting like you just realized it was Mo Yu. What were you doing? Getting angry before you even saw me?

I grumbled inwardly, but dared not say it aloud.

Mo Yu's expression was a bit strange. He glanced at me before speaking, exclaiming in surprise, "Is it His Highness the Crown Prince?"

The tone of those words was very strange, and even Yuwen Ke sensed something was wrong. He frowned again but said nothing. I, however, was startled. Good heavens, that damned monster ran away quickly, simply dumping his body on Yuwen Ke and running off. He hadn't considered that this time the situation was different; there was Mo Yu on one side.

You know, even though the human and the demon use the same body, the feeling they give off is completely different. Besides, that cunning fox is always shrewd and clever; every time I lie, he sees through me. This time, something's so obviously wrong; he must be suspicious. Um...

Chapter 200: Crown Prince, Don't Kill Him

I grimaced, desperately trying to recall if I had called out "Master" just now. Did I? No, right? Did I? No, right? ... Uh, it seems I did... I was completely confused.

He lost his balance and was about to fall, but someone caught him.

Yuwen Ke supported me with one hand, but his gaze was fixed on something else with a gloomy expression. I followed his gaze and saw the scholar. The scholar held a brush in one hand and a sketch in the other, his face full of astonishment, his mouth agape as he stared at Yuwen Ke, his eyes wide with surprise. Seeing the person he had been drawing for days suddenly become noble and dignified, exuding an imposing aura, and then sweeping his cold gaze over him, the room seemed to be suddenly filled with a chilling wind, the air pressure dropping sharply. The scholar was suddenly startled, his face turning pale instantly, his hands trembling, and ink dripped onto the paper.

"What did you draw?" Yuwen Ke's voice was icy cold, carrying an irresistible air of authority.

"...The...the...the...you...you..." The scholar's words trembled. His attendants, who had come to protect him, were also overwhelmed by Yuwen Ke's imposing aura, their faces pale, and they dared not raise their heads.

"Bring it up." Yuwen Ke raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold. He seemed genuinely displeased.

The scholar approached tremblingly, handing over all the sketches without resistance. I leaned over and looked at them in Yuwen Ke's hands. Each sketch was full of charm, with provocative expressions, teasing beauties, eating, half-undressed figures, alluring poses, seductive eyes, and pouting red lips.

I burst out laughing, unable to contain my amazement. This scholar had only been at it for a few days, yet he'd already drawn so much! Truly impressive. But then again, it was practically my master's expression all the time—staring at the painting like that. No wonder that monster went berserk so quickly.

Yuwen Ke was initially taken aback, but his face quickly darkened. The more he looked, the more his face turned ashen. By the time I noticed, his face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. With a "crash," before I could finish looking at them all, all the drawings were shattered into dust in someone's clenched, white palm.

The scholar let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground, frantically grabbing at the scattered debris with his hands.

"My painting... Waaaaah... My painting..."

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I got angry too. They're painting their own artwork, not you. What's the rush? Why are you ruining their painting?

Yuwen Ke's face darkened, and he pinched my wrist hard. I gasped in pain, and seeing that he was about to explode in anger, I dared not say another word.

"How dare you! Tell me, how were these paintings created? Who ordered you to do it?" Yuwen Ke asked in a low voice, his tone filled with murderous intent.