I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 375: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into Trifolding in a Fantasy Story (45)

In fact, he was almost saying it out loud, "Hurry up and go to Lan Yingshuang, you two are in a tragic love relationship."

The only pity is that he is in this state and can’t eat this melon anymore.

By the way, why hasn’t Xiao Wu Yu lied to him yet?

As long as he deceives her, the two of them switch bodies, and he, the cannon fodder, dies, wouldn't everyone be happy?

This is something they both welcome and have been looking forward to for a long time.

"My Lord, I won't go. I'm yours in life and your ghost in death. If you're gone..."

When Ye Zhao came to his senses and heard this, his breathing stopped and his heart skipped a beat.

What?

Why does this tone reveal such determination?

As if he likes him very much?

Stop it, bro!

"If you are gone, don't worry, my lord. I will take good care of myself and the children."

Xiao Wu Yu swallowed back what he was about to say and pretended to be relaxed.

The young master is already very tired and hard-working, he cannot add to his burden.

Ye Zhao instantly put his heart back into his stomach.

This is right.

Don't say those false words to a happy person.

This is very unethical.

Besides, after saying this, he couldn't come back to life immediately and say, "Since you are so reluctant to let me go, I won't die."

"Is it really okay?"

Ye Zhao was a little worried.

"It's okay, my Lord. Besides, we still have the Marquis..."

Realizing something, Xiao Wu Yu fell silent.

Speaking of this, Ye Zhao felt a little sad and moved a little further inside.

Patted the side and motioned him to sit down——

"My father sent me a letter, saying it was the last time he would write to me. He also said that he wouldn't have the chance to see me get married and have children. I don't think so. Look, I have you... you... Humph, you can write a reply for me..."

"it is good……"

Xiao Wu Yu looked away, his voice choked with sobs.

Compared to the strangely calm and even indifferent young master now, he still missed his former appearance of laughing, scolding, and raging. At least it proved that his life had not yet come to an end...

There were lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

Lan Yingshuang knelt in the rain for three hours.

The cold rain washed over his face, making him look extremely disheveled.

Blood continued to ooze from the broken forehead.

His usually neat robes were soiled by the splashing rain, but he was completely unaware of it.

"I beg your father to grant me your permission!"

"I beg your father to grant me your permission!"

"I beg your father to grant me your permission!"

Lan Yingshuang didn't remember how many times she kowtowed, but this sentence was still on her mind.

The emperor in the hall changed his clothes and no longer looked as miserable as the soul killed by the sword.

Listening to the tearful pleas outside, he slammed his fist on the table, "This rebellious son!"

Far away.

The eighth prince's study.

The man's face was a sickly pale color, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his lips were like red beads.

Pick up the brush and write the word "Zhao" on the rice paper.

I suddenly recalled the beautiful dream I had during that time.

The soul is trapped in one place, from obscure to longing and then to blatantly coveting someone.

That person was born beautiful, with every detail from her hair to her toes being exquisite.

He has many nicknames, but his favorite is calling him baby.

Unfortunately, after the soul returned, there was no chance to tease the baby anymore.

But don't worry, we'll meet soon.

By then, it will be wonderful to listen to the baby's cries and moans, and watch him enjoying himself under me...

He'll be lighter, can't break him so quickly.

There was a knock on the door.

The man put down his pen, his excitement fading. "Come in."

"Eighth Prince, His Majesty is dying..."