Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 352: The Days of Elopement with the Villain (10)

Song Zhishu didn't dwell on how Chu Yao knew her name.

However, in return for courtesy, Chu Yao should also be honest with him.

After all, his origins were unclear, and Song Zhishu felt that her background had been thoroughly investigated by others.

"My name?" Chu Yao repeated it familiarly, as if responding to her question.

But Song Zhishu already understood that this meant they didn't want to tell her at all.

She should also thank him for not rejecting her so obviously. But how could Song Zhishu let him off so easily?

Having traveled a long way, she didn't want to miss out on such a fun activity.

"Yes, that's your name."

Chu Yao looked directly at her smiling face and smiled back.

He opened his lips, his breath as fragrant as orchids.

He said something softly, but Song Zhishu didn't hear it.

She moved closer, trying to hear more clearly, but the carriage suddenly jolted, forcing her to grab onto Chu Yao's brocade robes and sash, which were very close to her.

Upon seeing this, Chu Yao, who had been leisurely, suddenly turned gloomy and stared coldly at Song Zhishu's pitiful little face.

"what happened?"

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to temporarily set aside Song Zhishu, who had crossed his mental defenses, and asked the coachman outside. "Boss... no, young master... there are bandits blocking the road and robbing us..." The coachman outside stammered, whether from fright or something else.

"Mountain...mountain bandits?"

Chu Yao's thoughts were interrupted. Looking at Song Zhishu, who had quickly covered her mouth after realizing she had spoken, Chu Yao raised an eyebrow, making no attempt to hide her malice: "What? Does Miss Song have a moment of fear?"

[Host! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Charge! Charge! Charge!]

Fuck you

Song Zhishu just wanted to laugh.

A band of mountain bandits, whose origins are unknown, came to rob the leader of another bandit gang.

She cleared her throat, straightened her posture, and then looked at Chu Yao with a bright smile, her eyes burning with intense curiosity. "I'm a little scared, so, uncle, if you kill them later, could I take one of the corpses with me? I want to observe it." Chu Yao: "???"

His brow twitched, and he casually asked, "What if they killed me?"

Song Zhishu paused for a moment, then beamed and clapped his hands: "That's even better! With just you by myself, I don't have to worry about whose body to take for observation."

Chu Yao couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

Why did we kidnap such a scourge?

The commotion outside grew louder and louder. Chu Yao's expression turned cold. He casually said, "Miss Song, I'm glad to meet such a rare gem in this world, but I can't guarantee that if I'm killed, you'll be able to protect yourself." Then, he lightly drew his sword, the wind stirred the curtains, and he walked out to meet them.

The fine brocade embroidered with cloud patterns rose and fell with his steps, landing on the two or three steps. Chu Yao's face was as white as jade, his demeanor as aloof as the wind. His captivating peach blossom eyes, capable of bewitching one's soul, were actually filled with countless chilling winds, sharp as swords. With such bearing, if he could truly abandon his unruly and womanizing nature, who could believe he was a bandit?

Every move he makes is pleasing to the eye.

Song Zhishu watched the curtains flutter gently, and slowly opened her eyes and brows.

She wasn't worried about her own life.