After being loved by the perverted and yandere leader (3)

Even the rich and powerful are not so rich that they can sleep on a mink bed and wear a fox fur coat.

There is a heater in front of the big bed!

No need to worry about the fire burning the bed!

Yan Nange lay on his side on a luxurious and decadent bed. He was wearing a soft, bright red brocade shirt and a snow-white fox fur coat on his shoulders. He had no expression or emotion, yet he could be described as extremely handsome.

There is a dot of cinnabar between the eyebrows, which is bright and beautiful like a demon.

His lazy and casual eyes were looking directly at the man who had just walked into the hall.

When Yan Nange saw Jiang Ye's sparkling eyes that were slightly envious, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

For the first time, it was not him that was being looked at.

It's something else.

"Vulgar, only cares about money."

Look at this guy, he seems to want to steal all his night pearls.

Jiang Ye's steps suddenly stopped.

He put away the envy and admiration on his face and behaved a little more reservedly.

After all, he heard this man say that he was vulgar.

In order to save his life, Jiang Ye dared not speak out his anger. He bent down to the person on the bed, bowed, and said softly, "Greetings..."

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The young man's voice is clean and pure, like ice and snow without any impurities.

Yan Nange's brows suddenly furrowed, and frost formed in his narrow red phoenix eyes. He asked in a drawn-out tone, with annoyance, "What do you call me Master?"

King?

Who taught this man this deadly name?

A light sweat broke out on Jiang Ye's forehead involuntarily. He was a little embarrassed. After all... after all, he didn't know what the man in front of him did.

But the people on the road all looked extremely vicious.

Isn't this a bandit's den?

"Isn't the leader of a bandit's den called the King?"

Thinking this in his mind, Jiang Ye couldn't control himself and blurted out the question.

court death!

Yan Nange's eyes were cold, as if Jiang Ye would die in the next moment.

He said coldly, "How dare you! I am the Palace Master of Wuxin Palace, not some uncouth country bumpkin!"

Jiang Ye knew that his guess was wrong and he had angered the man, so he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide. But before he could regret it, he suddenly heard that the man said he was...

Princess?

Although she is very pretty, her voice is clearly that of a man.

Jiang Ye, who was finding it a little hard to accept, couldn't help but raise his eyes and subconsciously looked towards the chest of the person on the bed.

Smooth sailing!

"You are tired of living!"

Yan Nange spoke in a cold and aggressive voice. When this person looked at his chest at this time, what else could he understand except "princess".

Yan Nange, who was repeatedly angered, flicked his sleeves and suddenly stood up from the large and luxurious bed.

He laughed in anger, but his expression was sinister and aggressive. "It's hard for me to save someone's life. But you want to die?"

Jiang Ye looked at the man who came down from the bed and approached him step by step. He couldn't help but take two steps back, groaning inwardly.

He is really miserable.

I came to this place inexplicably, my body felt weak, cold and hungry.

Now I meet another man who is good-looking but mean-spirited.

"…Palace Master, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Since you have already saved one, if you kill another, the seven-story pagoda you have obtained will be gone."

Little Daisy: This logic seems to be perfect.

Yan Nange approached, he stood in front of Jiang Ye, half a head taller than Jiang Ye, with a domineering aura. His lips were raised in a smile, but there was a deadly threat hidden in his smile.

"People like me go to hell after death. What does it matter if I have a few pagodas?"

"I have killed hundreds of people. Do you think I care about your life?"

The thin lips slowly pressed against Jiang Ye's ear, as if a snake's tongue was spitting out on the back of Jiang Ye's ear.

Such an intimate and ambiguous action made Jiang Ye want to commit suicide.

However, he had just come into this body and hadn't figured out the meaning of his existence. How could he die in such a confused state?

With a strong desire to survive, Jiang Ye suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Nange, "Since you don't care about my life, let me show some value before I die!"

Yan Nange acted nonchalant with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had heard a joke.

"Ants have no value in existence."

Jiang Ye: “…”

"Ants can't do hard labor, but I can."

Is it okay to sacrifice one's own labor in exchange for the value of survival?

Yan Nange looked at the man who seemed like he would be blown down by the wind, and his thin lips moved slightly.

"You won't survive more than two days if you do hard labor in this state."

Jiang Ye: “…”

Suddenly I felt so useless.

It’s all because of this weak body!

Silence is like waiting to die. After a moment of silence, Jiang Ye said thoughtfully, "I can sing and dance to entertain you, the Palace Master."

Since he has no labor value, he should still have some entertainment value.

Yan Nange raised his eyebrows, as if he was considering the feasibility of Jiang Ye's opinion. His narrow red phoenix eyes were finally filled with a thick black color, and the depth of his eyes was unfathomable.

"Why don't you try singing a song called Spring Feast for me?"

Jiang Ye's face was so pale that it looked bloodless. He moved his thin lips and realized unwillingly that he had never heard of this crappy Spring Banquet.

There’s no way he can sing.

"...No." A blush appeared on Jiang Ye's snow-white, sickly face.

Things that are white with a hint of red actually look pink and are quite nice.

Yan Nange's eyes lingered on Jiang Ye's red cheeks, and his thin lips raised slightly with a faint smile.

He shamelessly said, "Of course you don't. I just made up the words 'Spring Banquet'."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye could not help but grit his teeth, thinking deeply about how he could drag this frail body to fight a life-and-death battle with the man in front of him.

Even if we can't fight to the death, at least we can make this annoying man suffer some injuries.

"Don't even think about it. With your body, you can't beat the little fox even if you fight it."

Yan Nange grabbed Jiang Ye's slender and fragile wrist, obviously having seen through Jiang Ye's intention.

He easily grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist.

Jiang Ye's slender and fragile wrists were as soft as if they had no bones, hanging limply, and her slender white fingers had distinct joints, like white jade, extremely clean and beautiful like a treasure.

However, even under his fingernails there was no color.

It's true, so fragile that it seems like it could die at any time.

No one else has to do anything.

A strange light flashed in Yan Nange's eyes. His dark pupils looked at Jiang Ye's wrist and said calmly,

"I don't even need to use my internal strength to crush the bones in your wrist."

Jiang Ye blinked.

Then he blinked twice.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, his gaze became confused and empty.

My vision is becoming increasingly blurry...

Jiang Ye opened his pale thin lips and murmured, "Where is the fox? Who is the little fox..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared.

The young man's eyes slowly closed, as if all his strength had been drained away. He felt limp and unable to stand steadily. Suddenly, he fell into Yan Nange's arms.

Yan Nange was slightly startled.

His hand was still holding Jiang Ye's wrist, which was as soft as if it had no bones.

The man's body was like this, so soft as if it had no bones. When in his arms, she was more fragile than a little fox and seemed like she would die at any time.

"Paper man..."

So light and so thin.

Yan Nange looked at the man lying in her arms and rarely did she push him away.

If you were someone close to Yan Nange, you would know how crazy and insane Yan Nange's cleanliness obsession is.

If someone accidentally touched him, he would not blink an eye and order others to cut off the other person's hands and throw them to the wolves.

Even when Jiang Ye was brought back to Wuxin Palace in the snow and ice, it was not Yan Nange who brought him back personally. Instead, after Yan Nange returned to Wuxin Palace, he had the servants carry him back and throw him into the storage room, leaving him to fend for himself.

After all, the only little fox that Yan Nange liked a little was extremely stubborn and he had to save this person.

"Meow meow meow~ meow meow~"

Xiaoju watched Jiang Ye suddenly faint and fall into Yan Nange's arms. She blurted out nervously, "Host, host!!!"

Yan Nange lowered his eyes, glanced at the meowing little white cat, and said coldly, "Shut up!"

"Tell me to throw this man out again."

If this person were left outside in such heavy snow, he would probably die in less than a quarter of an hour.

…

Jiang Ye was unconscious in bed for a long time.

His body was very cold, fatally cold, as if it had frozen into his internal organs and even all the blood in his body had coagulated together. He was so cold that he could not help shivering and shivering.

At this moment, something unknown slipped into Jiang Ye's arms.

Fluffy and a little warm.

"Stupid thing, you dare to get into someone else's arms."

Someone was complaining, but that person didn't take the cat from Jiang Ye's arms.

Not only that, right after that, something was stuffed into Jiang Ye's hand. It was of moderate thickness, slightly hard, but warm and comfortable.

The man standing in front of the bed couldn't help but glance at his own leader with a look of surprise and shock.

The thing that the leader put into the man's hand was called warm jade, which could always maintain a temperature hotter than the human body regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter. Not only could it be used to cover the body, but this piece of jade also had therapeutic effects, and was a rare treasure in the world.

If it was given to someone else, wouldn't the leader, with his cleanliness quirk, have to throw this treasure away?

"What are you doing? Aren't you a magical doctor? Why doesn't this paper man get better?"

Yan Nange raised his head and glanced at Xue Yi unhappily.

Xue Yi nodded, "Master, you should have seen that the red veins on this man's left wrist are a symptom of the Wu Yin Poison. The Wu Yin Poison is a deadly poison in the world and is extremely difficult to cure. If there is no antidote... let alone a ghost doctor, even a genius doctor, a demon doctor, or a monster doctor, it will be useless."

It's really pitiful. How could this young man be poisoned like this?

It is no more than an incurable disease.

Yan Nange frowned, "Master knows that he was poisoned, but it must have been some time before he died of the poison. Look at him now, it's clear that he won't even make it through today."

Even with his eyes closed, the person on the bed could not hide the pain that seemed to be engraved in his heart.

He was sweating profusely and his pale lips were trembling.

Xue Yi looked tense. He grabbed Jiang Ye's hand again and took Jiang Ye's pulse with his fingertips.

After a moment, Xue Yi said, "This is a heart disease."

For a seriously ill person, the most terrifying thing is not the physical illness.

But the demon in the heart.