Chapter 466 The Little Darling of the Domineering President (End)

Qi Yue suddenly understood that many people had been fooled.

They thought they had mastered the method to kill him, so there was an endless stream of people coming here to lift the so-called "curse". They were like sheep running into a tiger's mouth. Until they died, perhaps they would know that the so-called methods of killing monsters were just a lie.

She should not have come.

If she had known earlier, if she had known earlier...

Qi Yue fell back in fear. The moment she landed, her fragile body was broken into pieces, and even the internal organs inside became dry. There was no blood dripping, only a pile of "garbage" that had lost its original appearance.

In this world, there is only one person who can "kill" him, and that is Bai Yao.

As long as it is Bai Yao's wish, Xie Jiu will realize it at all costs, even if it means losing his "life" and turning into smoke.

But Yaoyao, who loves him the most, will never kill him.

Xie Jiu retracted his gaze, his eyebrows revealing complacency and pride, and he continued to hum his own little song "Yaoyao Loves Me", skipping out of the dim house.

On the other side.

Bai Yao took a flashlight and pushed open the door of the basement according to the location that the woman said. She walked down the stairs step by step. The air became more and more turbid, to the point that it was unbearable.

The deepest part of the basement is also the end of the basement.

Gravel was scattered all over the ground, and the corners were filled with gloomy black substances. These were bloodstains that had dried for many years.

So much blood must not belong to just one person.

The light of the flashlight fell on a lonely figure. She paused slightly. Even though she was prepared, seeing it with her own eyes was another matter. Her heart was suddenly tightly gripped, making it hard for her to breathe.

She stood there for a long time, until she had accumulated enough courage, and then she slowly moved forward.

Bai Yao squatted down, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, it felt cold and hard, completely different from the one she usually touched.

She took another deep breath to calm herself, then took out a white robe from her backpack and wrapped him up.

Many years ago, his clothes were forcefully stripped off by many people, leaving him in the most undignified posture for thousands of people to admire.

Today, he finally put on his "clothes" again.

Bai Yao sat on the ground, hugged her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and looked at him quietly for a long time.

She originally thought that since she had not experienced that era, she could not imagine what he had experienced.

But now, the bloodstains all over the wall, the rubble on the ground, and the pits on his body as he tried his best to hold himself tightly, trying to protect his last bit of dignity, all these small details were restoring the things he had experienced in those days, scene by scene, in front of her eyes.

Bai Yao received photos related to the academy from her assistant Xiao Luo many years ago. Those children were only 13 or 14 years old. They were timid and cowardly, afraid of cameras they had never seen before, and they were out of tune with the "upper class" who were drinking and joking.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the children standing on the stage were not even qualified to be "people" compared to those wealthy businessmen who were drinking expensive drinks and discussing how much they could spend to enjoy themselves.

It was in that stack of photos that she saw a familiar person.

Even though it was only a black and white photo, she couldn't see the white hair and red eyes at all, even though he was still very young at that time and looked very different from now, but she recognized him at a glance.

Bai Yao found it hard to imagine how much he had suffered and how much torture he had encountered back then. She just kept thinking about every day she spent with him.

Sometimes when she pulled out a thorn from his hand, he would exaggerate and scream in pain.

She hid the candies to prevent him from eating them without restraint, and he would curl up in the quilt and sulk.

If she didn't compliment him on how beautiful he looked in his new clothes, he would hide in the bathroom for a long time and not come out. When Bai Yao went to find him again, his eyes were red and he would ask her: "Yaoyao, don't you care about me anymore?"

He was sensitive and coquettish, and couldn't stand the slightest hardship or pain. He would rely on her for comfort for a long time even if he had a slight bump or a stumble. Only when he was sure that she cared about him would he show an exceptionally beautiful smile.

But back then, when he was going through all this, would anyone hug him and comfort him? Would anyone coax him with candies? Would anyone... care about him?

Bai Yao's eyes were swollen and sore. She raised her hand and touched it, and felt a warm spot. She realized later that she had been crying.

The mobile phone in her pocket vibrated, which woke her up. She took out her phone and answered the call. Immediately, she heard a man's anxious voice, "Yaoyao, where have you been! I can't find you, I'm so scared!"

"I'm just taking a breath outside, don't worry, I'll be back."

"Okay." The voice of the person on the phone paused, and suddenly became much lower. He said in a hoarse voice: "Yaoyao, I can't live without you, come back soon."

At the door of the basement, a man in a simple white robe leaned against the wall with his back. He lowered his eyes and kept stroking the ring on his finger. The corners of his lips were pursed as if he was smiling, but also as if he was crying.

"Yaoyao, I really can't live without you."

Bai Yao quickly packed up everything. She ran out of the basement, hurriedly patted the dust on her body, and quickly ran to the fourth floor.

The man with long white hair was crouching at the door. The cold moonlight slipped in from the window in the corridor, and when it fell like mist, it added a bit of misery to the fragile figure.

He was like an elf left in the human world. Even if he was out of tune with the surroundings, it must be because this ugly world was not worthy of his existence.

"Thank you!"

He raised his red eyes, and there were flashes of light in his moist eyes. Seeing her running towards him, he stood up excitedly, but his movement was too hasty. He stepped on the corner of his robe, and his figure staggered. She held his body steadily.

Bai Yao deliberately laughed at him, "Are you still a child? You can't even walk steadily. Be careful not to fall. It will hurt."

Xie Jiu leaned on her with his waist bent and his chin resting on her shoulder. He didn't feel ashamed, but muttered softly: "Anyway, Yaoyao will catch me. With Yaoyao here, I won't fall."

She muttered: "You really believe in me."

"Because Yaoyao loves me the most." He raised his face, and there was a sense of pride in his expression, but soon, his smile faded a lot. His fingertips touched the corner of her eyes, and he whispered: "Your eyes are red."

Bai Yao didn't even blink, "Dust got into my eyes, so it's a little itchy."

Xie Jiu felt that this lame excuse sounded familiar.

But they both skipped this topic tacitly.

He took Bai Yao's hand and walked into the house. The moment he closed the door, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her eyes, then the tip of her nose, then the corner of her lips, and then stayed there for a long time.

His kiss was not erotic, just because he wanted to feel more touch with her, just like a fish living in water, always thinking about enjoying the feeling of being wrapped by water every moment.

If one day it loses the protection of water, it must be a sign of its death.

Bai Yao responded to his gentle kisses, holding his head gently with both hands, her fingertips melting into his soft hair. His white hair was too long, and when it fell down, it seemed to turn into a moon shadow, shrouding her.

His beautiful red eyes curved, gently gazing at her who was so close, shining brightly.

Xie Jiu whispered: "Yaoyao, I'm so happy."

The word "happiness" is always too plain when spoken by many people, but the moment it came out of his mouth, the impact it gave rise to made her heart tremble.

Xie Jiu's fingertips slowly wiped the corners of her eyes, "Yaoyao, don't cry."

She choked and said, "I'm not crying."

He tilted his head, innocently, "Did Yaoyao pee in your eyes?"

Bai Yao burst into laughter, and pretended to be ferocious and stretched out her hand to grab his ear, "You pee in your eyes! I'm a girl, you are not allowed to say that to me!"

In fact, she didn't use any force at all, but Xie Jiu still pretended to be in great pain, and begged for mercy with a grievance, "Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao! I was wrong! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

In the "struggle", his robe, which he did not wear properly, slid loosely from his shoulders, and a large area of ​​it was stained with the spring scenery of red plum blossoms, filling the room with light, and brightly attracting people's eyes.

Xie Jiu's robe was about to fall off, and was still hanging around his waist. His fair mermaid line was about to be exposed. If it was exposed a little less, it would be too serious, and if it was exposed a little more, it would be too frivolous. This vague appearance would make the girl who had tasted the sweetness of it even more eager.

He didn't realize that he had accidentally exposed a great view. He tilted his head and held one of her hands against his face. He deliberately rubbed his face against it, and his smooth shoulders were raised intentionally or unintentionally, and her hand touched more skin.

He kissed her wrist in a flattering way, and then fell along her wrist to her forearm.

The young man had charming eyes and was full of charm, "Yaoyao, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Bai Yao held his face and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

The two figures staggered back a step and fell on the carpet. He raised his body and covered them again. The white robe finally slipped off, like a thin quilt made of moonlight, wrapping the intertwined figures together and hiding a little bit of spring love.

Downstairs.

The ghost doll raised its head and stared at the ceiling. He made a questioning sound, "Ah?"

- Was the movement above an earthquake?

Miss Caidao covered her son's ears, her face flushed.

There are still minors here!