My cp is cool and crazy

Chapter 27

As the saying goes, the lover of a rival is a friend, and there is only one friend, but Fia didn't plan to save it at all, so she pulled up a pimp while the iron was hot, and invited Thanatos and Silos disguised as black to the palace as guests.

Xi Luo must have been hidden by Thanatos, and it seems that he will not be found for a while.But as long as he takes advantage of this opportunity and let that black man take the top position, it will be a victory for him.

How interesting it would be to snatch something from Thanatos.And a stupid way is better than nothing, anyway, even if it really doesn't work, he doesn't have much loss.So what if he harms others and benefits himself, of course he can be willful, he is born with this right.

Fia shook the red wine in the crystal glass casually, and while smiling, imagined the beautiful life of herself and Xi Luo in the future, completely unaware that she was digging a hole for herself to jump in. It is also a technical job to cheat people these days. As a real middle school sophomore, His Royal Highness obviously hasn't had time to light up this black-bellied skill point, and so far no one has dared to point out the iron-clad fact that he lacks insight.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, a guard rubbed his hands, salivating on his face, and said, "Your Highness, what should we do in the rose garden tomorrow?"

This matter is not within his scope of responsibility, and the guard wants to claim credit.He was the one who saw that there was something wrong with Hei at a glance before, so Fia raised her eyelids and glanced at him, but she didn't reprimand, but curled the corners of her mouth and said lazily: "Your eyesight is very good, then I will give you a Take a chance. Tomorrow’s affairs will be left to you. Yaheng, don’t let me down.”

Hearing Fia's words, the eyes of the other guards were full of disdain, envy, jealousy and disgust, but Yaheng just grinned as if he didn't see it, thanked Fia repeatedly with a nod and bow, and then walked away happily go out.

But when he walked to a secluded place, he looked left and right, but the expression on his face suddenly became calm, and he no longer had the appearance of a wretched villain before.

"Laughing like this every day makes my face stiff with laughter." Yaheng rubbed his face, then slowly rolled up his sleeves, and at the same time took out a long and thin silver needle from his pocket.

After taking a deep breath, he pierced the silver needle deeply into the skin of his upper arm. The needle seemed to be extremely hot, and when it touched the skin, it made a scorching sound.

After getting used to it for a while, Yaheng gritted his teeth and began to write on his body stroke by stroke with a needle.There are not many words, but it took him a lot of time.After wiping off the dense cold sweat on his forehead, Yaheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.A miraculous scene happened. The moment he took back the silver needle, the criss-cross wounds on his arm suddenly healed at an extremely fast speed. After only one second, others could no longer see the slightest trace on his skin "The plan was successful... Oh, it really hurts." Yaheng smiled wryly, and muttered to himself, "Next time I should think of some characters with fewer strokes."

Yaheng, male, 31 years old, is one of the undercover agents sent by the Temple of Light to the Haru Empire.He used to be a trainee knight in the temple, until he [crossed out] took an arrow in the knee at the age of 20 [crossed out] and was picked out by Melo. Since then, he has been lurking in the enemy's country alone, and his life is like a play, all relying on acting skills.

It was not easy to deceive the third prince this time. He is a magical character who has achieved a perfect balance between pretentiousness and teasing. His IQ fluctuates from high to low. In a sense, it is very unfathomable... If it is not for Yaheng For the past ten years, he has worked diligently and conscientiously, and has been deeply trusted by the other party. He could not persuade His Royal Highness to accept his plan at all.

It's just that he didn't expect that he had been lurking for many years, but his first mission in the past 10 years would be to instigate the third prince, Fia, to help Thanatos fall in love with an unknown man.

Yaheng silently thought, this must be a love affair with great strategic significance...

Although he thought the whole thing was absurd, no matter what, he completed the task perfectly and reported the result to the temple—after all, the bishop is not someone he can defy.However, he didn't know that his report was also intercepted at the same time, and was silently transmitted to another person.

"Is this for the Bishop?"

A beautiful black-haired boy sat obediently in a corner of the carriage, and took the parchment aside when he heard the sound.Handwriting was slowly appearing on it, and after a brief glance, he handed it over to a man reclining on the cushion, with respect and fear hidden in his eyes, but more of a desperate fanaticism .

This carriage is extremely luxurious. The carriage is not as narrow as other carriages. It is equipped with tables and chairs, and it is actually divided into a bedroom and a reception area.The fur of the snow leopard is padded under the furniture, so you can't feel the bumps on the road when you sit on it.A pile of parchment is randomly thrown in front of a mahogany bookcase, and the delicate lattice windows are hidden behind the overlapping white curtains. Occasionally, when the breeze blows, the gauze curtains will flutter, and the incense will rise gracefully from the incense burner , making everything in the compartment feel like a dream.

"No, this is probably the handiwork of the man behind the bishop. He has been secretly using the temple's intelligence network." The man rested his head lazily, took the parchment with his other hand, his drooping eyes were deep. end.

"Thanatos..."

He stroked the words on the paper, and sighed softly: "Is my Yajiang going to look for him?"

When he said this, there was even a little smile in those gorgeous and coquettish two-color eyes, which were so beautiful that they could captivate people's hearts.The boy stared at him for a moment, and the fanatical love in his eyes was even stronger.

"Master Melo, are you unhappy?" He tilted his head, hooked his hands around the other's neck, and carefully licked the corner of Melo's mouth like a kitten: "I'll make you happy, okay?"

Melo glanced at him with a half-smile, and suddenly pressed him down hard.He lifted a bunch of the boy's hair, and kissed gently on his lips.

The candlestick exudes a melting and warm flame, burning everything in the carriage into an ambiguous color.There was a hint of warmth in his ear, and the boy's breathing became a little short, and his slightly parted red lips seemed to be a kind of veiled invitation: "Master Melo, I am willing to do anything for you, everything..."

However, Melo just looked at him like this, and said completely irrelevant words: "My Ya Jiang used to have black hair, but he changed his appearance for a certain man...Three years, two months and thirteen days , I can't wait to see him."

Wen Cun's magnetic voice sounded, he smiled slightly, the extreme indifference and distorted desire in his eyes were strangely combined, like a bottomless swamp, creepy, but also able to make people easily fall into it.

An unconcealable jealousy flashed across the young man's glamorous face.He pressed his body against it obsessively, eagerly reached into Melo's robe with his left hand, and murmured: "I won't leave, only I will always be by your side."

Melo lowered his eyes, took him into his arms with great interest, and said slowly: "You want to make me happy?"

The boy's eyes widened expectantly, but he didn't have a chance to say what he said next.Melo broke off the teenager's fingers pulling his sleeve one by one, and let the blood gushing out from the huge wound on the other's neck.

Hollow and indifferent eyes against the scorching red, Melo licked the blood stained on his fingertips, slowly showing a smile, his voice was very soft, as gentle as a lover's whisper: "It's so beautiful."

"If my death makes you happy..."

Life flowed continuously with the blood, the boy covered the wound with his hands, trembling with pain.However, he lifted his eyes weakly, but there was no trace of resentment in his voice, instead it was full of heartfelt joy.After a pause, he opened his mouth cautiously: "Master Melo, can you call me by my name once. I have been with you for more than half a month, but you have never called me by my name..."

The Grim Reaper was approaching the young man step by step, his voice became weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible.

Mello smiled as always: "What's your name?"

"Angus." The boy's pale face showed joy.He half-opened his mouth, and with a ho-ho sound in his throat, he spat out his name with all his strength: "Angus!"

"Angus." Melo recited it casually, and the boy's eyes lit up suddenly, but soon dimmed again.The breath disappeared little by little, and he stared at Melo, wanting to say something, but he didn't have the strength to say it anymore.

From the beginning to the end, Melo just watched all this happen with a smile, until the boy really died.

Angus has been accompanying Melo recently, and has been favored by the latter for half a month. However, none of the accompanying servants showed a look of surprise because of his death. They have become accustomed to Melo's unpredictable personality.

A person got into the car without a sound, knelt down on one knee, and asked respectfully, "Master Melo, what about the corpse?"

"Bundle……"

Melo paused, and found that he had already forgotten the boy's name—it was worthless, and he would never bother to remember it.As if he lost interest in everything that just happened, Melo gently touched his left eye with his hand, smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "You can deal with it as you like. Call Aldrich over, 20 days ...It's almost time to say hello to Yajiang."

——His Yajiang seems to be doing well, but if the happiness is not brought by him, then it is meaningless.