Chapter 33
“Don’t go!”
Milo hurriedly grabbed Arthur's arm: "Please, Arthur, please listen to my explanation."
"OK."
Arthur's face was expressionless.
He waited for a few seconds, but Milo just bit his lips and didn't say another word.
Arthur couldn't help but sneer.
"Don't you want to explain? I gave you a chance."
"Father."
Ping An stepped forward hesitantly, probably wanting to stop the fight.
Arthur didn't look at Ping An, but pointed to the door outside the palace and said, "You go out first."
Only after Ping An's figure disappeared behind the palace gate did Arthur close his eyes and take a deep breath.
"You always remember, you understand everything, Qin Yi."
"No, no, Lian Yu..."
Milo tried to grab his sleeve, but Arthur dodged it in disgust.
"I was so stupid to think I could trust you again. I shouldn't have been so naive. I was wrong. Please let me go and stay away from me, okay?"
Milo just shook his head.
Pale lips, such sad eyes.
You’re really good at pretending.
Arthur turned, leaving Milo behind.
Suddenly a scream was heard outside the hall.
It’s peace!
Without thinking, Arthur rushed out.
The scene before him was beyond his expectations.
The black army, armed with weapons, pressed in front of the temple. Ping An was forced to kneel on the ground, and standing in front of the army was the male insect with golden snake eyes.
"Kyle, why?" Ping An's eyes welled up with tears. "You have some difficulties, right?"
The male insect that was called raised his eyebrows, disgust gleaming in his eyes: "You ask me why, because female insects should be stepped on!"
Kyle raised his foot.
Arthur frowned and wanted to step forward to stop Kyle.
But someone was one step ahead of him.
Kyle was kicked hard to the ground. The male insect opened his mouth to curse, but fell silent when he saw who was coming.
"Brother Seventeen!"
Ping An felt like he had found a life-saving straw.
Seventeen, however, passed Ping An and walked slowly to Arthur.
Arthur understood everything in an instant.
—The emperor takes turns, and next year it will be my turn. So that’s what it means.
"Thanks to you and Milo, I was able to train an army of my own in the past ten years." Seventeen raised his hand and Arthur was pinned to the ground.
Looking down, Seventeen raised his chin, his eyes full of mixed emotions:
"Uncle, thank you for trusting me so much."
After saying that, Seventeen raised his eyes and fell on Milo's face who had just caught up with him at the door.
Milo looked confused at what was happening before his eyes.
Seventeen curled the corners of the lips:
"Take the Emperor and Empress away."
How did it become like this?
"Brother Seventeen, please, please let the Emperor and father go," Ping An struggled to crawl to Seventeen's feet. Big tears slid down the boy's cheeks, and his eyelashes were wet.
Once upon a time, the crying little Ping'an was picked up by Seventeen, coaxed patiently, and burst into laughter.
It’s a pity that things and people have changed.
The young man trembled as he grabbed the hem of Seventeen's clothes and fell at Seventeen's feet, crying.
"As long as you let them go, I'll do whatever you want."
Seventeen looked up.
The glaring sunlight fell on his face, covering up the pity that flashed across his eyes for a moment.
Seventeen didn't respond to Ping'an's plea, but only chuckled: "How about it, little Ping'an, I know your preferences very well. After all, I raised you."
After a brief moment of confusion, Ping'an suddenly raised his head.
He finally understood that Kyle was just a trap tailor-made for him.
He should be angry, angry at Kyle's betrayal, but he was more confused.
"Why? Why, Brother Seventeen?"
Ping An looked at the hazy figure in his blurred vision, like a cloud in the sky that he could not understand. Ten years had passed, and only now did he feel that his Seventeenth Brother, whom he had once relied on so much, was so unfamiliar.
"How naive, little prince."
Seventeen stood up from his seat, the voice sounded very far away.
"Years ago, your father once asked me, what should a child do if his father doesn't expect him to be from the moment he's born? Little Ping'an, what do you think he should do?"
Ping An shook his head in a daze.
"Don't know?" Seventeen sneered, "You have no idea how lucky you are!"
Seventeen suddenly raised his voice:
"You people always treat love as a big deal. Without love, you cry and scream that you can't live. When you feel betrayed, you wish you could die. That's because your life is too easy! What about me? Do you know how much it cost me to get to this point? My father hates me, my brothers bully me, and my mother-in-law wants to kill me—"
As if some painful memories were coming up, Seventeen frowned suddenly and stopped talking.
"Brother Seventeen!"
Ping'an, the unintelligent child, still looked panicked.
Ping'an finally understood why Brother Seventeen would occasionally become silent when they were laughing and playing as children. He imitated his past behavior and put his palm on Brother Seventeen's cheek.
Seventeen's eyes froze.
But soon, Ping'an's hand that was supporting Seventeen's face was pulled away.
With a flash of cold light, the sharp short blade was unsheathed.
The dagger was stuffed into Ping'an's hand.
Ping'an felt the hairs on his body stand up.
"I can let them go," Seventeen regained his cynical expression, a malicious smile on the corner of his lips: "If your reaction satisfies me."
——
Ten years later, Arthur returned to this damp and dark dungeon.
The only difference from before was that this time Milo was sitting right across from him.
"Hand over the controller."
Milo's shoulders trembled, as if startled by Arthur's sudden words, and he looked up at him.
"Stop pretending, you're a defector."
Arthur's tone was cold and hard.
"I repeat, hand over the controller of the time tunnel."
Milo looked at him for a moment, then suddenly revealed an expression of sudden realization.
"Hand it over, and then what? Part ways and go our separate ways? I don't want that."
"What do you want?"
At this point, Arthur really didn't understand.
"Why involve me again?"
"involve?"
Milo grinned, sweeping away his previous timidity:
"You're just being stubborn and won't let go. You can leave now. Where the controller is has nothing to do with you. If you want, I'll open the tunnel for you right now, and you can leave right away."
Arthur was speechless.
Milo narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He walked up and held Arthur's face in his hands: "You like me."
Arthur slapped Milo's hand away as if he had been electrocuted, and took several steps back to distance himself.
"You're overthinking it."
Arthur looked away:
"Open the tunnel. I'm leaving."
"Leave? Where to?"
The dungeon door burst open, raising a cloud of stale dust.
Ping An timidly poked his head out, and time suddenly flowed back to the first time he walked into the palace and called Arthur "Father". But at this moment, the broken blade in his hand was so bright and so dazzling.
"Father, Father." His voice was hoarse.
Seventeen's broad palm landed on Ping'an's head, stroking it gently, making the hairs on his body stand on end: "Go, little Ping'an."
Ping An pointed the blade at the two people in the cell.
"Safety?"
Arthur almost rushed to the iron railing, but was stopped by Milo raising his arm.
Forced to stop, Arthur stared at Ping'an's eyes. Those young and innocent eyes were filled with fear at this moment.
After ten years of living together day and night, he has long regarded Ping An as his own child.
Arthur couldn't help but feel distressed: "If you have any grievances, tell your father."
Ping'an's voice was shaking violently.
"I have to choose one."
Arthur looked at Seventeen behind Ping An in disbelief.
Seventeen's eyes seemed to flicker.
In the darkness behind him, Arthur saw several blurry shadows move.
It's an ambush.
Arthur took a step back.
Suddenly, he felt someone touch his finger.
"Then choose me."
Milo walked towards Blade: "But you have to promise me that you will let him go."
"Okay." Seventeen smiled.
The moment he got the affirmative answer, Milo suddenly grabbed Ping'an's hand holding the knife outside the iron bars.
"No, no!" Ping An was shocked: "Father!"
The short blade slipped out of Milo's hand during the struggle between the two men, cutting his arm and then falling to the ground with a clang.
A hint of blood filled the air.
Ping An's face was covered with tears, and he just shook his head.
“It’s really touching.”
Seventeen clapped his hands and his eyes fell on Arthur's face:
"But Uncle Emperor, are you really willing to let your lover sacrifice himself for you like this?"
Arthur turned his head away.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seventeen laughed, his laughter almost crazy:
"Love? So that's what it is. You keep saying 'love, love' every day, but it's just like that."
"Milo!"
It was at this moment that Arthur suddenly reached out to Milo.
A huge black vortex slowly opened behind them, and the star wind blew in, lifting their hair.
Milo clutched Arthur's hand tightly.
"run!"
The chance of survival only lasts for a few tenths of a second. Arthur is betting on these few tenths of a second to see whether they can escape from the well-trained guns.
The warmth is transmitted between the tightly held palms, giving people a sense of security.
Arthur leaped.
"They're going to run away!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and countless guards who had been ambushing in the dark rushed out, pointing their guns at the two men.
"Catch them!"
Click, someone pulled the trigger.
"Don't shoot!"
Seventeen shouted.
But once the bullet leaves the chamber, it has to follow its predetermined trajectory.
The wind screamed and pierced through flesh.
Ping An fell to his knees.
"Little Ping An!"
His seventeenth brother rushed over, and his embrace was still as warm as it had been in the past ten years.
Blood continued to flow from the corner of his lips. Ping An turned his head with difficulty and watched the dark wound on the wall slowly heal.
They escaped.
The emperor and father escaped.
very nice.
In a matter of seconds, the world has changed drastically.
It's already the next world.
Lian Yu quickly jumped up from the bed, hurriedly grabbed his coat, put it on, and strode towards the room.
He walked quickly in the hotel corridor. The metal room number plates on both sides quickly receded. He didn't know which one he was looking for.
"Tutu, what's the plot this time?"
The system in my brain loads up.
Soon, the system dinged, and small pixel characters popped up one after another:
[Mission 4: A Rich Old Man, a Love Affair. In this story, you play the protagonist's adopted son. The protagonist, the shou, is the protagonist's adopted son's first love, and because of his betrayal...]
"We'll talk about this later!"
Lian Yu couldn't help but interrupt the system:
"First tell me where the plot is going!"
The more anxious you are, the slower you go.
The loading symbol on the system interface slowly spun around for a few times before finally and leisurely announcing a room number:
[We are about to enter a key plot point: the protagonist and the shou's one-night stand.]
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