Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Gu Yao was looking forward to stretching his muscles and bones, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Within a week, the little brat's three nominal older brothers had already gathered a group of people to try Ryan.

Gu Yao sat on the roof of the main building where he usually prayed. On the slightly tilted roof, his azure eyes coldly watched the border troops below who had completely surrounded the church.

Oh, and there should also be some families in the capital who want a share of the pie.

I could hear their dogs barking from this far away, it's really...

That's fucking annoying.

Gu Yao closed his eyes, which made his hearing more sensitive.

Gu Yao silently kept track of the numbers in his mind.

"Where is that little bastard?"

First, this is that annoying eldest prince.

“A prince of unknown origin, who knows if he has been tainted by something unclean, does such a person deserve to be the pope and lead so many magicians in our empire?”

Secondly, this must be the second prince, who has long coveted the power of the church and is arrogant and self-centered.

"The old Pope is really getting senile." This was accompanied by a regretful sigh.

Third, this should be a person who is good at disguising himself, likes to stand on the moral high ground, and is a seemingly kind-hearted third prince.

This was followed by countless voices of agreement.

The three princes who led the way here, along with the families who had pledged allegiance to them.

What followed was another impassioned speech.

It's nothing more than using that distorted logic to rationalize today's events with a sanctimonious facade.

Gu Yao felt a surge of anger rising within him as he listened to these words.

How familiar those words are.

The same rhetoric was used when those people stole their parents' research findings.

They belittled their parents' research findings to nothing, but treated a tiny bit of benefit as a great favor.

He, the victim, should be grateful.

That's utterly shameless.

What did he gain?

Their sanctimonious appearances are exactly the same.

Gu Yao looked up at the azure sky, clear and boundless.

It's a wonderful day.

The roses in the garden probably need fertilizing too.

His azure eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fell upon the group of people leading the group.

The church doors remained tightly shut, but the shouting crowd below had grown impatient and was preparing to launch a full-scale assault.

Gu Yao rubbed his fingertips together and calculated the time.

Once he's finished dealing with things here, the little brat should wake up around the same time.

Before he could even make a move, the old man sat down beside him and smiled.

"I know that one person is enough, but we also need to let people know that our church is not to be trifled with."

Looking at the bone whistle lying in the wrinkled palm, Gu Yao did not refuse and reached out to take it.

The already restless Ci Jing couldn't wait to rush out of the system space and fall into Gu Yao's palm.

My fingertips gently caressed the pure white sword, its gleaming blade flashing in the sunlight.

The Pope, his cloudy eyes tilting to look at the handsome young man, still couldn't sense the level of the person before him, just as he had back then.

Gu Yao didn't linger any longer; if he didn't get back in time, the little brat would cause a scene.

The silk gauze shimmered in the sunlight, and the wide sleeves added to her ethereal beauty, making her seem otherworldly.

He leaped off the roof and, to the horror of the crowd, unleashed a sword strike, instantly sending flesh and blood flying.

The man, nearing the end of his life, watched as one person charged in and out seven times, sighed softly, waved his hand, and the people hidden in the shadows swarmed forward.

Waves of various magical light orbs exploded among the crowd.

The protective magic array that had been set up all around was shaken violently, yet remained remarkably sturdy.

The people outside continued to live and work in peace and contentment.

Their fate was sealed the moment they stepped into the church grounds today.

Mermaids are not a peace-loving race by nature.

Compared to the peace-loving elves, they were simply extremely ferocious.

And blood is the best catalyst to awaken the fighting genes buried deep in the bones of this race.

Her jade-like face was untouched by blood, and her fair feet, protected by magic throughout, were completely free of dirt.

Gu Yao stomped on Aiken's chest, making a "crack" sound as his ribs broke.

Looking at the person at his feet, spurting blood, Gu Yao tapped the once handsome face with the tip of his sword, his tone somewhat sinister.

Ci Jing was so frightened that he trembled.

"Who are you calling a little bastard?"

"Look at us now, who's the real bastard?"

"I'm just asking you, do you submit or not?"

He's never even dared to scold these people (except for romantic flings between young couples), how dare these bastards?

Gu Yao's heart surged with killing intent, and he was somewhat unable to control his strength. Before anyone could answer, he pressed down hard on his foot, and the sternum caved in.

There was a "click".

Aiken coughed up blood, his head lolled to the side, and he died instantly.

Looking at the gruesome death, Gu Yao felt no sympathy whatsoever. He withdrew his foot in disgust and reached out to soothe the somewhat agitated Ci Jing.

A pale blue magic flowed through my palm, and a beautiful piece of mermaid silk took shape.

He gently wiped the translucent white blade, cleaning the blood off it completely.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, let's go back."

The king, who had just single-handedly carried the entire team, now resembled a kind old mother, gently coaxing the sword in her hand that was about to slip from her grasp.

As for the group that couldn't help earlier, the task of cleaning up the battlefield and cleaning up the mess should naturally be left to them.

The tightly closed church doors opened at that moment, and the waiting guards rushed to the battlefield behind them.

Gu Yao seemed to sense something, looked up at the direction of the roof, and the old man smiled at him.

Her smile was radiant and pure.

In a daze, Gu Yao seemed to see that spirited young man on the deck again.

Like fireworks, dazzling and spectacular, yet fleeting.

Gu Yao saw his lip movements clearly.

"Thank you, sir."

The person, already exhausted, seemed to have used up their last bit of life, becoming a stiff marionette. They were lifted up for a moment, then the force was released, and they fell back down.

With its head bowed, it fell silent.

The young man who had been waiting nearby took the Pope's body away and disappeared without a trace.

Gu Yao pursed his lips.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

When he first met this man, he was a spirited and ambitious young man.

But now it has become like this.

He was nearing the end of his life.

He is getting old.

He had never felt those two words were so cruel.

He thought he could accept the boy's departure with equanimity, but now that he has witnessed the death of his old friend, he realizes that he cannot.

He couldn't accept Ryan's death.

They also couldn't accept his face growing older day by day.

It was like a constant reminder that he was going to die.

His lover was about to leave him.

The thought of this possibility made Gu Yao feel as if a knife was hanging over his head.

He lived in constant fear and anxiety.

He always felt that growing old together with him was enough.

Now, however, they want even more.

Gu Yao returned to the Papal Palace and caught the boy who was running down the stairs, giving him a tight hug.

When the warm body entered his arms, Gu Yao felt his frozen blood begin to flow again.

"Sir, you've gone too far. How can you handle all this by yourself?"

Ryan jumped off Gu Yao, but still couldn't bear to let go. He rubbed his cheek against Gu Yao's silver hair, his voice muffled with a hint of complaint.

Gently stroking his platinum blonde hair, Gu Yao subconsciously smoothed it down. "You've planned everything very well, without wasting any effort."

The boy checked the person over and over, making sure they were not injured, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the head was about to come closer to his neck again, Gu Yao reached out and pushed the furry head away. He even smelled his own body and felt a little disgusted by the smell.

"I smell of blood all over my body, I'm going to wash up first."

Those bright, sparkling eyes dimmed in an instant.

Gu Yao pursed his lips and added, "I'll sleep with you for a while after I take a shower."

Ryan looked up abruptly, his beautiful blue eyes regaining their brilliance, shining exceptionally brightly.

Gu Yao could almost see his tail swaying behind him.

Kind of cute.

"That's what the gentleman said, then I'll go back and wait for you."

Before Gu Yao could react, the boy quickly went upstairs.

There was absolutely no chance for them to back out.

Gu Yao shook his head and chuckled.

He felt that this kid was getting better and better at acting cute.

I can't hold on any longer.

Who can resist a puppy?

nobody!