Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you are too whimsical.

"Do you think you can soar into the sky after just a few days of training in the Royal Knights?

"Hahaha, it's so funny. Look at your cute face, you look like a little girl."

The blue veins are bulging, and the golden eyes are filled with violence.

Being ridiculed wantonly, Irene couldn't bear it.

But just as she was about to take action, someone kicked her leg hard.

He fell to his knees instantly.

"Hahahaha! You're not too delicate." The sturdy passerby C said with a strange air:

"I just shook my legs, but I didn't expect His Royal Highness to kneel down."

A fat passerby took over the conversation, "Hahahaha, what's all the fuss about.

"On weekdays, if we don't even say a few harsh words to him, he will be so scared that he will pee~hahaha."

Passerby C nodded wildly: "Yes, yes, I haven't been able to do anything since I was a kid.

"Whenever I fall down, I just cry and call for uncle, hahahaha!"

The pain in my leg sockets was unbearable, and my knees hurt sharply when they fell to the ground.

Irene lowered her eyes and looked at the blood streaks on her palms, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

God, even if Bastian is no longer welcome, he is still the crown prince, right?

Were these people bullying him with such arrogance on weekdays?

"Haha, what's the use of calling uncle? No one in the palace knows now, half a month ago, in the north garden.

"Duke Holland, personally beat our Crown Prince until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen."

"I don't have the last support. I'm a complete loser! Hahahaha."

The fat man clicked his tongue again, "But this time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has done a good thing for all of us.

"Now that the engagement between the Imperial Master and Duke Holland has been terminated, we all have a chance.

"If I can win the favor of the National Preceptor..."

The golden eyes were suddenly filled with a fierce light.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden sound, and Irene punched the fat man hard in the face.

Get my favor?

Pooh!

There is no mirror at home, haven’t you peed yet?

Are you blind and can't see what you are? !

The young man's sudden attack obviously exceeded the three people's expectations.

Before the three of them could react, Erin punched him in the stomach again.

But the good times did not last long, and the reality was also very cruel.

The superficial knowledge Erin had learned in the past two days in the Royal Knights was indeed incapable of dealing with three big men.

When she punched for the third time, her wrist was caught.

"How dare you hit me, how dare you hit me?!"

The angry fat man seemed to have been humiliated. His face was ferocious and his eyes were bloodshot.

He waved his long arm and violently pushed Bastian to the ground.

The young man wanted to stagger up, but was pinned down by his fat body.

There were a few crisp sounds of "papa".

Eileen felt something sweet in her mouth, and her lips and teeth were stained with blood.

The two people on the side were stunned for a moment when they saw this, and quickly stepped forward to pull.

"Enzo, calm down, today is the Queen's birthday party, don't make a fuss.

“No matter how bad this trash is, he is still the crown prince.

"If you beat him until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, you will avoid being criticized.

"If Duke Holland sees it today, he will definitely investigate it carefully."

The angry fat man struggled more violently the more he was pulled to restrain him.

He shouted loudly: "Holland is nothing! What's so great about a Grand Duke from a bitter cold land in the north.

“In the past, the nobles did not dare to touch him because of their engagement with the Imperial Master.

"Now that the engagement is gone, what kind of waves can he make?

"A defeated lion will inevitably be devoured by hyenas!"

Upon hearing this, the thin man's eyes flashed with a hint of evil.

He relaxed his strength slightly and allowed his companion to kick Bastian hard several times.

Then, he pretended to say: "Oh, Enzo, stop kicking.

"Although we are nobles, our arms can't twist our thighs. It would be terrible if Duke Holland finds out."

"No!" The fat man's eyes became even more angry.

"I think he just healed his scar and forgot about the pain, yet he dared to attack me!

"I haven't treated him submissively every time before, and this time is no exception!"

The fat man was about to lift his leg, but was stopped by the thin man behind him.

"Okay, cure, but there is a more subtle and vicious method. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah? What?" The fat man was slightly stunned.

The thin man smiled and said nothing.

He just stared down at the young man with a sinister and cold look.

The onlookers followed his gaze and suddenly realized.

"Hahaha! Absolutely, this is a great idea! Why didn't I think of that!

"There are marks on the body, but there are no marks here!

"I don't believe that the majestic prince dares to tell others that he is not a man! Hahahaha!"

The saying that only dogs that don't bark bite bites is absolutely true.

The thin man staring at him grimly didn't say much the whole time.

But now, as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly borrowed the fat man's hand to kill Bastian's descendants!

There was blood in his mouth and there was dull pain all over his body.

While the three were not paying attention, Irene spat out a mouthful of blood at them, got up and ran away.

The three of them hid in a hurry, fearing that their expensive dresses would be stained with blood.

"Ah! My clothes!"

The fat man was closest to Bastian, and his dress was sprayed with blood.

He was so angry that he chased the young man, and soon pushed him to the ground.

Irene struggled to resist, but was restrained by the two men who came over.

"Run! Run again!"

The fat man, who was so angry that he couldn't control himself, had obviously completely forgotten the dignity of the royal family.

In his eyes, Bastian at this time was just a bedbug.

You can crush it to death at will without paying any price.

"Hold him tight, I will make sure he has no descendants today!"

His heartstrings suddenly tightened, and his golden eyes bulged angrily.

Irene wanted to yell at everyone, but her throat couldn't make any sound at all.

Not only that, the blood in his mouth kept pouring out from the corners of his mouth, which was very embarrassing.

Is this what Bastian encounters on a daily basis?

As long as you get angry, you will be scolded even more fiercely.

As long as you resist, you will be beaten worse?

Who are these nobles?How dare you be so arrogant.

How could they have the confidence to make things difficult for the crown prince of the Eaton Empire and be so presumptuous? !

The plump thighs were raised high, and the man's arrogant sinister smile was even more dazzling.

"If you dare to hit me, no matter what, the Crown Prince will still be trampled to death by me like a bed bug!

"Go to hell, go to hell, haha——"

The maniacal laughter and falling legs and feet paused at the same time.

Afterwards, with the "click" of a broken bone, the man's shrill scream suddenly cut through the night sky.

The blue is burning, and the dark fire is faint.

Erin turned her head suddenly and saw a wounded-faced Caroly standing in the shadows like a ghost.

The originally clean blue robe was now stained with blood.

Under the torn clothes, several horrific scars were clearly visible.

Blood dropped drop by drop along the fingertips.

The palm that was obviously injured was playing with the ghostly fire as if nothing happened.

The azure eyes were filled with the aura of death.

He looked at the people who were about to commit violence against Bastian and said quietly:

"Go, or, die!"