Exploding favorite waste material concubine: Evil King, don't be arrogant!

Chapter 77

"...I see. That's it..."

Ye Yan whispered softly.

The nobles could not hear what he was saying,
"Huh? What did you say?"

Ye Yan shook his head...

Smiling, his face was covered with a smile without any haze.

There is no more "knowing" smile than this,

"It's okay, as you said. It's a blessing that a commoner was killed. Just now I was thinking about what to do if the person who was killed was a nobleman. It really made me feel better. .thank you all."

Ye Yan said, looking around with a smile on her face.

Later, I saw a few nobles turning their heads to avoid Ye Yan's smiling face...

"..."

Ye Yan didn't stop smiling.

He is very clear.

These aristocrats always behave like this.

It's been like this since a long time ago...

A killing intent surged in Ye Yan's heart.A sense of hatred that was enough to blind his eyes welled up from Yeyan's body, but he didn't show this emotion at all.

Ye Yan was still smiling.

"Please enjoy the banquet tonight."

Afterwards, he firmly grabbed Yimel's hand who came back with the wine glass, and said, "Can I have a dance?" Ye Yan smiled evilly.

"Ah, do I really have this honor?" Imel asked in panic and surprise.

"Of course."

Afterwards, Ye Yan started to walk towards the center of the hall.

With a shadowless, clear smile, he bears the eyes of countless nobles...
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This is a very rustic room.

There is nothing that can be called a luxury, and only the minimum needs of life are placed.

desk, bed, and—

There is not even a lamp that uses illusion as energy source, the light source in the room comes from the oil lamp placed on the desk...

In the middle of this room...

The moment I saw that scene
"...Damn..."

Ye Yan whispered to himself.

As if drowned in a flood of blood, Faile was... destroyed.

As if deliberately letting Ye Yan see this scene, it was unnecessarily covered with scars...

"……it's all my fault!!"

With that said, Ye Yan thumped the wall vigorously.

No pain at all.

I just felt the anger enough to blind my eyes, and my heart seemed to be covered by black feelings.

The laughter of the nobles emerged in my mind, the shallow smiles that don't take human life seriously at all, and don't understand people's feelings at all...

Once again, when Ye Yan wanted to hit the wall hard, Wu Sha behind him stopped him.

"Stop, Ye Yan."

Ye Yan turned around...

Looking at the fist that was already bleeding blood... narrowed his eyes.

"...sorry. I won't do this again, so, can I be left alone for a while?"

But Uza remained silent with a serious expression.

Ye Yan pleaded again.

"I beg you."

"...I see. Janai, let's go."

"However, senior Wusha."

"let's go."

"……it is good."

With that said, the two left the room and closed the door.

The room was plunged into a deeper darkness than before.

In the darkness, the oil lamp illuminated the letter placed on the table.

Ye Yan picked up the letter.

The letter reads:

Feifei, my dearest sister, thank you for writing to me every time.

I'm sorry I never wrote back to you.

However, sister, you are healthy, brother, I feel at ease.

The grades in school seem to be quite good. You have worked very hard. Every letter from your sister always encourages my brother and me.

(End of this chapter)