The villain master doesn't want to fall in love with the cute heroine (Volume 1-7, Chapter 13)

He took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the blade of the dagger, and the light dagger spun several times on his fingertips like a spinning top.

The dagger was put into the scabbard in less than a second, and the movement of retracting the blade can be described as smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness.

"No...no...um...you've done a good job with the sword..."

Wu Liang looked at Yao Shi's skillful knife retraction, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yaoshi probably didn't do it on purpose to show herself, um, it probably wasn't on purpose, it was just a coincidence.

I didn't expect Yao Shi to have such a skill, ah ha ha ha ha, she is really versatile as a maid...

"Master, I'm too proud of the prize. I'm used to cutting fruit and playing tricks, which made the young master laugh."

With a flick of Yaoshi's wrist, the dagger in her hand disappeared into her palm, as if everything before was a phantom.

Holding the fruit in her hand and handing it to Wu Liang, Yao Shi turned around and went to tidy up the messy bed.

"Well... Yao Shi also has a taste for this..."

After Wu Liang swallowed heavily, he showed a stiff smile.

Play some tricks?Which normal person can throw a knife in the air and throw an afterimage for you?Where are you playing Fruit Ninja?

If it wasn't for his quick flashing just now, the pajamas he was wearing might have turned into strands of rags.

"Master, are you still planning to go to school by yourself today? It's getting late."

Yao Shi, who had already made the bed, retreated to one side and asked softly.

As if what happened yesterday hadn't affected her at all, the weird aura before had completely dissipated.

Yao Shi just stood quietly on the side and waited for Wu Liang's orders, looking at Wu Liang who was changing clothes from time to time.

The dark beautiful eyes seemed to be rippling with cold water, with a trace of loneliness, but also gentle and elegant.

"No, I'm afraid it's too late to go now, so arrange a driver to take me there."

"Remember, don't be as exaggerated as before, just an ordinary car."

Wu Liang quickly finished eating the fruit and put on his clothes.

Looking at the handsome face in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh.

Even if he was beaten to death, he still couldn't guess how handsome this villain young master was after letting down his hair.

This is nothing more than the legendary head-changing technique. It seems that he still underestimated the so-called theory that hairstyle determines appearance.

"But isn't this hair a bit too long?"

Pinching the hair in front of his eyebrows that was about to cover his eyes, Wu Liang frowned slightly.

Is this the amount of hair needed for the nose of the plane? It seems that Wu Liang worked hard to keep the nose of the plane every day.

"An ordinary car? I understand. Breakfast is ready. Master, you can eat first."

Yaoshi's mind quickly flashed the car at home, a slightly more ordinary car, in her impression, there didn't seem to be any ordinary pick-up car.

But since the young master has said so, then she should arrange for the young master, but what kind of common law is the definition of ordinary?

In the absence of exact data support, ordinary does not actually have an accurate range.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Wu Liang nodded, and quietly observed the reaction of a wave of Yaoshi.

It seemed that the other party did not continue to mind what happened last night, and now Yaoshi had returned to her usual appearance.

Relieved, Wu Liang quickly left the bedroom and walked up the wooden carved ladder to the second floor.

If it was something arranged by Yaoshi, he was very relieved, after all, Yaoshi's work efficiency has always been perfect and fast.

Whether it is at work or in the complicated and trivial things on weekdays.

There is no need for him to say anything more, Yao Shi can always present everything perfectly to him according to what he thinks in his heart.

It's just a matter of finding a car to take him to school, Yaoshi will definitely satisfy him.

Originally, Wu Liang thought so...

Chapter 45: Who hasn't had a dream

The horns are constantly honking on the streets where cars come and go. It is obviously not a wise choice to drive during the rush hour in the morning.

Especially when waiting for a red light at an intersection, the traffic flow can often fill up half the street.

Big traffic jams are very common, especially on the street leading to Huihuang Xingyuan, where all kinds of luxury cars are often piled up.

Most of the students in Huaihuang Xingyuan are powerful people, so this street full of luxury cars is often more congested than other intersections.

The ear-piercing whistles rang out one by one, which seemed a bit loud, but people had nothing to do with these people.

After all, they are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and even the government should be afraid of these people, not to mention the ordinary people around them.

"Dad, why are you so slow? What are the cars in front doing?"

The young student sitting in the luxury car lowered the window and looked at the motionless traffic around him with displeasure.

This can almost be said to be a luxury car fleet, and the traffic waiting at the street lamps are all millions, tens of millions of luxury cars without exception.

Although this kind of team looks very shocking in the eyes of outsiders, but in this way, wouldn't his sense of existence be tantamount to disappearing.

Originally, he hoped that only he would attract the attention, but now that he arrived, he was directly overwhelmed by the huge traffic flow.

"Damn, who told you to go to the Brilliant Xingyuan, there is no one there who is not a person with a deep background."

"It's not that you little brat cried and shouted to go, do you regret it now? It's too late to regret it."

The middle-aged man who was driving rolled his eyes at his son, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and glanced at the rearview mirror impatiently.

After seeing the blocked traffic in the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but smack his mouth.

Tsk tsk tsk, it is indeed the No. 1 university in the country. Looking at the traffic flow, it may not be so scary even when it is held in a metropolis.

This can also be said to be a spectacular spectacle exclusive to Yanghai City, which cannot be seen in other cities.

However, it is not a bad thing to let his son study in the Brilliant Xingyuan, which will allow his son to make many noble friends.

Although there are quite a lot of broken rules in that school, in general, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"Uh, Dad, did you hear any strange noises?"

The young student raised his ears and frowned slightly, as if he heard some strange sounds.

It seemed to be a sound coming from a distance, vigorous and vigorous, a bit like thunder.

"Huh? What sound?"

The middle-aged man turned off the stereo in the car and turned to look at his son.

What sound?Why didn't he hear anything? ?

"No, Dad, listen carefully, it seems to be the sound of thunder coming from far away."

The clearer voice rang in his ears, and the young man's brows furrowed more and more, as if it was Yazi coming from behind?

Thinking of this, the young students hurriedly leaned out and looked behind, only to see that there was still a dark crowd of cars, and there was no other movement.

"I'm hallucinating?"

The student scratched his head and looked at the traffic behind him in confusion. Could it be that he was hallucinating?

But it's not right, the sound is indeed getting closer.

While he was still in a daze, he suddenly became agitated behind the impenetrable traffic.

As if some evil spirits were chasing after their buttocks, the luxury cars that had stayed in place before merged in a panic. In just one minute, the road that had already been blocked A small road with only half the width of the vehicle appeared on the right.

"Boom boom boom boom! ! ! 』

The smoke and dust in the sky swept high into the sky like a tornado, the dust filled the air, the roaring sound waves rolled over from behind the traffic, the deafening engine roared like crazy, the crimson Rafa was like a shooting star, and the tires rubbed against the ground The scream was like the neighing of a wild horse.

"Fuck me!!!"

The young student who leaned out half of his body turned pale when he saw this, and the red lightning in front of him was infinitely magnified in his retina. He couldn't help but swear and hastily retracted his body.

The moment he retracted his body, the violent red horse whinnied past the car door.

The ear-piercing sound waves made the student's brain tremble, and the roaring engine left echoes around.

In less than a few seconds, the blood-red horse disappeared from his sight.

Only the deep scorched tire marks on the ground were still exuding a pungent smell, confirming the crazy scene before.

"Son... son... did you just see what that was..."

The grown-up mouth could soon stuff an egg, and the middle-aged man stared blankly at the coupe sped away outside the window.

What was that red lightning just now? He couldn't even see the opponent's car clearly. The speed was too fast.

What kind of lunatic would dare to drive so fast in such a traffic-heavy area?The driver is dead? ?

"No... didn't see clearly..."

The young student said with a pale face and trembling lips.

If his reaction had been a little slower just now, his body would have been separated now.

Not anymore...he will never dare stick his head out of the window again...never again...this is too scary...

"That lunatic...there is the campus ahead..."

The middle-aged man lit a cigarette for himself with trembling fingers.

As long as it is a man, then he must have fantasized about driving wildly by himself.

The Hurricane that can only be seen on TV every time is now truly displayed in front of his eyes.

This caused the middle-aged man's adrenaline to be secreted crazily, as if he had picked up the dream he had abandoned again, and a rush of blood suddenly rolled in the depths of his heart.

"That old man...what do you want..."

The young student looked at his father with a pale face, and to be more precise, he looked at his father's palms that were stretched with veins from holding the steering wheel.

A bad premonition suddenly came to his mind, he vaguely remembered that his father had told him that his idol seemed to be Fujiwara Takumi...