The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Gum wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, his eyes full of sinister intent:

"A stray dog? Still better than a mad dog like you who only cares about his own children! Marquis Buye, do you think you're going to win? Let me tell you, even if I die here today, I've slept with him! That guy smells much better than a cold guy like you. He's soft and obedient, and when he barks, he can hook anyone's soul away."

This guy is like a psychopath. Even at this point, he doesn't beg for mercy and keeps provoking: "Come to think of it, you're usually busy dealing with all those monster issues, so how can you have time to accompany him? Why don't you give him to me? I promise to take good care of him, play with him every day, and let him..."

"Shut up!"

Buyehou's roar interrupted him. Gouwen's words completely ignited his anger, and the light blade slashed towards his arm with a sharp sound of wind.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the Gelsemium's arm broke.

Blood gushed out, he lost his balance, fell from mid-air, and hit the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.

Gouwen struggled to get up, but the severe pain from his broken arm made him tremble all over. He looked at the slowly approaching Buyehou. Even though his face was covered in blood, his aura was no less impressive:

"Marquis Buye... that's all you're capable of... If you have the guts... then kill me... Otherwise... the next time I see Su Yang... I'll still..."

"How dare you mention his name!"

Before he could finish his words, Buyehou suddenly punched him in the face. Gouwen's face instantly swelled up, and more blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. But he still refused to shut up, "If you have the guts... beat me to death... Otherwise... I will definitely..."

Seeing this, Guiju couldn't hold back any longer. He wiped his tears and rushed over, opening his arms to block Gelsemium: "Enough, enough, you've hit me enough today, no more! He's already injured! If you hit him again, he'll die!"

Buyehou glanced at him and said, "Get out of the way. I don't want to kill you."

"I won't let you!" Guiju gritted his teeth, "If you want to kill him, kill me first! I'm the older brother, I have to protect my younger brother!"

Gelsemium elegans lay on the ground, mumbling, "Fool... Foolish... Get out of the way... Everyone has their own share of responsibility, leave me alone..."

Guiju still stood firmly in front, looking at Buyehou: "I beg you, don't kill him. He knows he's wrong. We will never meet the little brother again, and we will never bully him again. I will take him to apologize to the little brother and compensate him. I will give you whatever you want, as long as you don't kill him."

Seeing that there was no sign of relaxation in Buyehou's eyes, Guiju knelt on the ground again in a hurry, supporting himself with his hands on the gravel ground, and kowtowed to the other party continuously.

"Marquis Buye, I beg you! Don't kill my brother! He knows he's wrong, he really does! I'll kowtow to you on his behalf, I'll apologize on his behalf, if you want to hit me or scold me, just come at me, just don't kill him, okay?"

There was no trace of emotion in Buyehou's eyes: "He hurt my people and insulted me. Today, this account must be settled. Get out of the way, or I will punish you as well."

"I won't let you! If my brother dies, there's no point in me living alone! My brother really didn't mean it... He's just mean... If you absolutely must kill someone to vent your anger, then kill me! I'll die for him! I'll go with you, and you can punish me however you want, as long as you let my brother go!"

Buyehou frowned, obviously not expecting Guiju to be so persistent. But when he thought of Su Yang's red eyes and Gouwen's provocative words...

He raised his hand and swung the blade of light in his palm towards Hooked Mouth's neck: "There is no point in talking any more. He must die today."

"do not want!"

At this critical moment, a strong demonic energy suddenly burst out from Guiju's body, and a blood-red sickle appeared in his hand.

The handle of the sickle was half a person's height, the blade was glowing with a strange red light, and strands of demonic energy were wrapped around the blade, which made people's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"Clang!" The light blade of the Marquis of Buye was actually split into two halves by the sickle!

"I... I don't want to fight." Guiju's hand holding the sickle trembled slightly, "I just don't want you to kill my brother... Please don't force me."

"How interesting! You want me to suffer in silence? That's impossible." A blade of light condensed in Buyehou's palm again. "Even if you are powerful, you may not be my opponent. Today I will kill Gouwen. No one can stop me!"

After saying this, he leaped up and thrust his light blade towards Gelsemium. Podocarpus quickly swung his sickle to block the attack. The blood-red sickle collided with the purple-red light blade, and the shockwave generated sent the surrounding rubble flying.

Although Guiju's moves were simple, they carried the natural ferocity of the Rakshasa clan. Each of his strikes was fast and fierce, accurately blocking in front of Gouwen's body, preventing Buyehou from getting even a little bit close.

"Don't push me!" Guiju shouted anxiously, sweeping his sickle across, forcing Buyehou to take a few steps back. "I really don't want to hurt you! Go away now. I promise my brother will never meet my younger brother again, and I won't make you angry again!"

"It's too late to say this now!" Buyehou's eyes turned cold, and the light blade suddenly split into hundreds and shot towards the direction of Podophyllum and Gelsemium.

Guiju danced the sickle into a barrier, blocking most of the light blades, but a few of them still grazed his arms, leaving several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

Gelsemium lay on the ground, watching Podophyllum injured in his attempt to protect him. He felt extremely distressed and couldn't help but curse, "Are you fucking stupid? If you can't beat him, just run away! Why fight him head-on? Do you think you can beat him?"

Guiju gritted his teeth, his arm bleeding, his face growing paler and paler, "I can't run... If I run, you'll die... I'm your brother, I have to protect you..."

Buyehou watched the interaction between the two, his eyes growing even colder. He suddenly increased his speed, stabbing the light blade towards the weak spot of the ghost mortar. The ghost mortar was unable to react in time, and the light blade grazed his shoulder, and blood immediately stained his clothes red.

He groaned, quickly adjusting his stance, and slashed towards Buyehou, forcing him to temporarily avoid him. The two engaged in a fierce mid-air battle, the clash of blood-red sickles and purple-red blades clashing incessantly.

Each collision generated a massive shockwave, causing the entire hill to heave and crack, the ground to open up, trees to be uprooted, and debris to rain down like raindrops. The tremors quickly reached the foot of the mountain, dozens of miles away.

The residents of the town were busy with their own business when they suddenly felt the ground shaking violently.

"boom--!!!"

The shop windows shattered, shattering all over the floor, and the merchandise on the shelves fell to the ground. Then the ground began to crack and ravines appeared, and someone screamed:

"There's an earthquake! Take cover!"

In an instant, the streets were in chaos. People rushed out of their homes and ran towards the open space, some holding their children, some supporting the elderly, screaming and crying mixed together.

In the crowd, Su Xiang held Su Yang's arm, and their figures were particularly conspicuous in the panicked crowd.

Su Yang looked at the residents running around and frowned, saying, "The tremors were terrifying. It must be a fight between Buyehou and Gouwen. I wonder how they are doing."

Su Xiang's gaze penetrated the crowd and looked towards the mountainside. Today, when he saw Su Yang still hadn't shown up by noon, he went to call him for lunch. When he opened the door, he saw him curled up in bed.

At first he thought Su Yang was tired from staying up late playing games, but when he got closer, he saw that his exposed neck was covered with ambiguous red marks, as if it had been pinched and kissed by something, which was very glaring.

"Brother...Brother! Wake up." Su Xiang squatted down and patted his cheek gently. Su Yang opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that it was his brother, he subconsciously shrank into the quilt to cover the marks on his neck.

This reaction made Su Xiang even more suspicious. He reached out to lift the quilt and, before Su Yang could resist, took off his clothes. His chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs were all covered with kiss marks of varying depths. The most glaring was a clear slap mark on Su Yang's butt, which was red and swollen.

"What's going on?" Su Xiang's finger gently touched the slap mark. Su Yang winced in pain and instantly began to feel wronged. He told him everything that happened last night. Su Xiang, the doting brother, exploded on the spot and rushed over to kill him.