Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Su Jun had no intention of getting dressed and asked, "Is there any big move at home this morning?"

It is impossible that Chu Muyang went to war without any news.

Cai Er nodded, "Yes, there are many more soldiers in the mansion."

"What about Chu Muyang? Have you seen him?"

Cai Er hesitantly shook her head, "I didn't see Master Chu."

After saying this, she remembered something, "I did see Lord Wei..."

Weijie? !

Su Jun's eyes lit up, he put on his clothes and ran out without even putting on shoes.

"Sir! You haven't put on your coat yet!"

Cai'er grabbed Su Jun's outer robe and chased after him. The sun in late autumn and early winter was not warm at all.

As Su Jun ran out of the yard, he was stopped by the guard at the door.

"What are you doing? Go back now!"

The guard drew his shining sword and shouted.

"I want to see Wei Jie"

Su Jun called out Wei Jie's name, and the guard was shocked for a moment, "How dare you! You, a prisoner, can call out the Nine Thousand Years Old by his name?"

"Get out of the way! I said I want to see Wei Jie!" Su Jun was sure that the guards would not dare to do anything to him, so he rushed forward regardless.

Chu Muyang wouldn't really chop him to death.

As expected, the guards only dared to scare him and did not dare to use their knives to hit him.

But they were so numerous and powerful that it was impossible for him to rush out and see Chu Muyang by himself.

Su Jun made up his mind and rushed towards one of the guards holding a knife.

Fortunately, the guard reacted quickly and moved the knife away, so his arm was only cut, but blood was still splattered all over the floor.

Su Jun fell to the ground, holding his bleeding arm.

"Master!"

Cai Er, who came running behind him, was horrified and stood in front of Su Jun, "How dare you hurt the young master? Aren't you afraid that the thousand-year-old master will chop off your heads!"

"this…"

The guards didn't know what to do. Their superiors had ordered them not to let Su Jun leave and had warned them not to hurt anyone.

Su Jun was sweating profusely from the pain. He took advantage of the moment when the others were stunned and stumbled towards the front yard.

The guards along the way saw him and all chased after him.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly weak boy ran very fast, and blood was dripping along the way.

Finally I saw the tall figure in the wheelchair.

Su Jun was pinned to the ground and shouted: "Wei Jie!"

The person in the wheelchair turned a deaf ear and spoke to the adjutant beside him as if he didn't hear anything.

Seeing that his master didn't care about the young man behind him, the adjutant continued to report military intelligence.

The guard dragged Su Jun back. Su Jun held on to the stone on the ground and refused to let go. His fingers were rubbed raw, leaving a series of bloody handprints on the ground.

He took a deep breath and shouted in the direction of the back: "Chu Muyang!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

The person in the wheelchair raised his hand to interrupt the adjutant, and the others didn't dare to breathe.

They didn't know why this unfamiliar name caused the usually unfathomable master's expression to change drastically, and they all lowered their heads tactfully.

"Tell them all to get out"

"Yes"

The adjutant received the order and took the soldiers in the courtyard away. After a while, only the guards who were holding Su Jun back were left in the huge courtyard.

Wei Jie slowly stood up with his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, turned around and saw Su Jun lying in a pool of blood.

His eyes were as calm as a pool of water, and he walked towards Su Jun neither fast nor slow.

Finally, he stood in front of Su Jun, with only his slightly curled hands hanging by his side, revealing his current irritable mood.

"Forgive me, sir. I was careless and let him escape."

The guard knelt on the ground and trembled like a sieve.

The Ninth Prince has an unpredictable temper. He can be cheerful and cheerful one second and take someone's head the next. No one can guess what the Ninth Prince is thinking.

The calmer it is, the more likely it is that a storm is coming.

"You go down"

It is no longer an old voice, but a boyish voice with a slightly magnetic feel.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, but soon they felt relieved and walked away from the trouble.

Su Jun collapsed to the ground in a mess. Due to excessive blood loss, dark shadows kept flashing before his eyes.

Chu Muyang raised his hand and took off the mask, revealing his handsome eyebrows.

“When did you find out?”

There was a hint of smile in his voice, and he no longer pretended to be gentle. The emotions that had been dormant for so long were about to burst out and gnawed at the thin figure before him.

Perhaps he shouldn't have worried about when Su Jun recognized him as Wei Jie.

There is no one in the world who doesn't hate Wei Jie.

"You won't forgive me anymore, will you?"

For what he did to Su Jun, Su Jun should hate him to the core.

Thinking of this, Chu Muyang felt an enormous headache. He quite liked Su Jun playing dumb with him. At least Su Jun would smile for him, and he could even cry.

He really didn't want Su Jun to become lifeless, like a broke puppet.

So boring.

Chu Muyang let out a long breath and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be so perseverant and able to endure humiliation to such an extent."

If he hadn't accompanied Su Jun to play such childish games.

If I saw Su Jun for the first time, I would design to keep him firmly in my hands.

Would they not have come to this day? Would he not have been dreaming of winning Su Jun's true heart?

"I underestimated you"

Chu Muyang's eyes were filled with helplessness and a little bitterness, and he murmured to himself, "I'm afraid you, Su Jun, are the only one in this world who can plot against me."

Su Jun lowered his head and said nothing. The worst option would be to fall out with Chu Muyang.

This moment has come.

"Huh? Why don't you say anything? Aren't you afraid that I will go to war against the King Cheng whom you worked so hard to protect?"

There was jealousy in his words that he didn't even realize.

When King Cheng was mentioned, his suppressed anger became uncontrollable.

He told Su Jun his biggest secret.

In order to let Su Jun see him and choose him.

In the end, Su Jun gave up on him and chose someone else.

Do not…

This was not the first time Su Jun gave up on him. Su Jun had never chosen him.

He will always be the one abandoned by Su Jun.

No matter how powerful he was, Su Jun always felt inexplicable hatred towards him.

"Is it worth it to go against me for that piece of trash?" Chu Muyang suppressed the bitterness in his heart and returned to his sinister and ruthless look. He lifted Su Jun's chin with his toes and made people look at him.

When he saw Su Jun's eyes full of hatred, his heart was stabbed again.

“It’s worth it, why not?”

Su Jun sneered. He couldn't see clearly how ugly Mu Yang's face was at the moment, but he could guess that Chu Muyang must want to kill him.

"Anyone can kill traitors, but I did what everyone in the world wanted to do, so how could it not be worth it?"

He laughed wantonly.

This is the first time I’ve felt so happy and free in the mission world. I don’t have to pretend to be anything else and my body and mind feel extremely relaxed.

"Ah"

A low laugh came from above his head, and his collar was pulled up, and then he was facing Chu Muyang's gloomy face.

"There are too many people who want me dead. You are not the first and not the last. It won't be too late to laugh after I die."

The sound of biting was chilling to the bone. Su Jun's mind was in a mess and blood kept dripping from his fingertips.

Chu Muyang just took a look and dragged Su Jun back to the courtyard.

"Bang!"

Chu Muyang threw Su Jun onto the couch, pressed twice on Su Jun's acupoints, and the bleeding stopped.

After making sure that Su Jun would not die, he sat aside and leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.

Su Jun opened his eyes dazed and tried to get up from the couch, only to find that half of his arm had lost feeling. He looked at the person drinking lightly with resentment: "What did you do to me?"

Chu Muyang didn't say anything, and the porcelain cup hit the table with a crisp "ding" sound.

"You should think about the consequences of going against me"

“…………”, no matter what the outcome is, he will not die, and he has become numb to the rest. He cannot evade it, so Su Jun starts to give up.

"You can kill me or chop me up at your will"

"laugh"

Chu Muyang couldn't help but sneer, his eyes frivolously sweeping over Su Jun's waist.

"I think I said that without me you would be banished to slavery?"

Su Jun paused and frowned nervously.

What does this mean? Are they going to make him a slave?

Chu Muyang was playing with the teacup in his hand while admiring Su Jun's changing expressions.

"You know what I'm going to do?"

Su Jun woke up with a start and snorted stubbornly, "I am no different from a slave now, right?"

"..."

He really didn't know whose slaves needed to be well fed and served like ancestors.

Chu Muyang stood up with the help of the table. He took off his white robe, which changed his gentle temperament. The dark brocade robe with dragon pattern made him look like a dragon and a phoenix.

Su Jun was shrouded in shadow. He watched Chu Muyang pull out a dagger from his waist and glanced at him with interest, "Take off your clothes!"

"???"

The boy was like a frightened rabbit, his fur stood up and his eyes were full of vigilance, "What are you doing?"

Chu Muyang lowered his eyes and stroked the blade with his fingertips, chuckling and replying: "Of course the slave contract must be engraved on the body so that it can be remembered at all times."