Chapter 423: Deep Mansion (XI)
At this moment, the side hall fell into a long silence.
Yu Huo glanced at the man's pretty face which seemed to be filled with "speechless" and his fingertips continued to plucking the strings dishonestly, making noises.
One sound, one sound, and another sound...
The man's brows were furrowed deeper and deeper because of the constant noise. Just as Yu Huo was secretly observing how much the other party could endure, a hand suddenly reached out and instantly grabbed his neck.
The guqin broke its tone again, and the sound was high and unpleasant.
"Am I being too nice to you? That's why I gave you the illusion that you can do whatever you want in front of me."
The man's voice was filled with displeasure, and he was completely different from the Hexi just now. He was so capricious that it was almost unbearable.
Yu Huo felt that his breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.
The hand that was restraining him was as white as jade, and the back of his hand had light blue veins due to the force. His vision also gradually blurred as the force continued to increase.
In a trance, he opened his mouth and struggled to speak a few words from his throat: "Are you in pain?"
The hand holding his neck suddenly loosened its grip. Yuan looked at the young man, who showed no trace of fear of dying, and raised his voice unconsciously: "What did you say?"
"I say...are you in pain?"
Yuan looked directly at the compassion in the young man's eyes, and scorn gradually appeared on his beautiful face.
What hypocrisy!
He hated the way the young man looked at him.
It's as if he is stuck in the mud, a coward waiting for someone to rescue him!
"Pain?" Yuan lowered his head and chuckled softly, "Why? You want to be the savior? Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?"
The hand holding his neck tightened again. Yu Huo narrowed his eyes, endured the difficulty and pain, and smiled abnormally along with the other party.
Because of his difficulty breathing, his laughter was particularly unpleasant, like a zither string that was about to be plucked and kept trembling.
Doubt flashed across the man's eyes, and the appearance of madness seemed to be easily shattered.
He asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"You were born because of his selfish desires, and you fell because of his selfish desires." Yu Huo straightened his back with difficulty, and his broken voice revealed a sneer of unwillingness to admit defeat.
"He left evil to you, and you came into the mortal world clean, while you...are locked in a dark, numerous seals. You ask who I am? Didn't you already know? We Shuras have eyes that can see through all truths. As for who you are, my eyes tell me that you are just a poor, despised creature!"
As if a soft spot had been struck, the hand holding his neck loosened its grip again, only loosely supporting his body.
After a few seconds, the jade-like palm began to tremble slightly, and a hint of red unexpectedly appeared at the corners of the man's fair eyes.
"Do you want to die?"
The suddenly amplified threatening voice was full of cowardice, as if if Yu Huo continued speaking, his tall frame supported by his arrogance would collapse in an instant.
Yu Huo lowered his eyelids and looked at the hand on his neck that seemed to be able to be pushed away with just one push, but he didn't do it.
He simply bent his elbow to grasp the man's fair wrist, rubbing his fingertips repeatedly along the inside of the man's smooth wrist, and softly stated, "Yuan, I can see your evil. I can also see your hatred. You hate him, but you can't kill him..."
The young man's voice was still hoarse from being hurt.
The skin on the inside of his wrist felt like it was burning on fire.
Yuan's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he suddenly retracted his hand and looked at the other person coldly: "What do you want to say?"
The young man looked down at his empty palms. The purple and red pinch marks on his neck were hidden by his delicate chin, and his voice was inaudible.
"Shall we talk?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What are you talking about?"
The young man lowered his arm, and his slender fingertips once again plucked the strings viciously. Accompanied by an unpleasant cracking sound, he suddenly smiled: "Yuan, I like the gift you gave me last night very much."
The topic seemed to jump a little too quickly. Yuan's expression froze for a moment. Then he stepped forward, picked up the guqin, and placed it out of the young man's reach. He then slowly said, "I'm glad you like it. If you agree to cooperate with me now, I can also tell you the story of this house."
The bewitching voice echoed in his ears, and the man standing in the sun seemed to be coated with a layer of light golden halo, blurring the hideous emotions hidden deep in his pupils. He looked like a beautiful devil who had sneaked into the church, fascinating.
Ignoring some unpleasantness, Yu Huo's desire to rebel once again took over the commanding position, and he immediately said, "Then tell me."
Yuan chuckled upon hearing this and said meaningfully, "To prevent you from getting something for nothing, cooperation requires sincerity."
Yu Huo rolled his eyes and asked unhappily, "What are your demands?"
The man took two steps closer, and at this moment, the other person's shadow completely covered Yu Huo's own shadow, like an ominous omen.
"Go and kill the rest of the anchors."
The man's eyes were filled with malice, as if he wanted to tear apart the young man's face that was covered with kindness.
Yu Huo frowned, glanced sideways at the man who was so close to him, and pursed his lips in displeasure.
I wasn't angry when my neck was strangled just now, but now I'm actually a little irritated.
Even the other person's beautiful face, which he particularly admired, began to become hateful and distorted during this period!
Yu Huo pondered for a moment, knowing the huge disparity in their abilities. He could only suppress the rage rising in his chest and sighed helplessly, "Killing isn't that hard for you, is it?"
Yuan hummed softly and began to explain, "But my current identity is an NPC in the dungeon, and killing people must be within the rules."
Yu Huo retorted: "Even if killing someone is within the rules, it shouldn't be difficult for you, right? Just like just now... when you grabbed my neck."
Yuan lowered his eyes and glared at his fox-like eyes, which were clearly filled with resistance. He couldn't help but slow down his tone and said with interest: "It's not difficult, but it's very troublesome."
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes in confusion: "Trouble?"
"Besides, waiting for them to foul or... tempting them to foul is a waste of time." Yuan raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, staring directly at the young man, and said, "Streamers are different. You won't be restricted by dungeons."
The aggressive aura seemed to penetrate into the other person's skin along with his breathing, and it screamed sharply as if it wanted to drag him into the two deep black pools, suffocating him and making him sink.
The beautiful facial features, the ever-increasing stakes...all tempted him, step by step, to move closer to her.
Fortunately, Fire knew its bottom line clearly enough, and just before the balance was about to tilt, it pulled it back to within the safe range.
He turned his head away in time and pretended to be relaxed: "Forget it, open-book exams are boring."
Yuan looked at the young man's hair swirl so close to him, and his smile grew: "That's such a pity~"
Yu Huo didn't realize how regretful he was, and said, "If you find it troublesome, why don't you just stop killing people!"
The man's delicate brows furrowed slightly when he heard this. "That won't do. The original intention of establishing the live broadcast room was to... ensure that no one survived."
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