Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

"S...I'm sorry!" Al apologized in a panic.

Wei Lan just pulled the scarf over and tied it tightly.

"Put on your clothes and come over to warm yourself by the fire."

Although the wounds on other places were not fatal, there was still a risk of infection. Wei Lan crushed all the remaining herbs and prepared to apply them to the people.

By this time, it was almost completely dark outside, leaving only the fire glowing brightly in the cave.

"Come here and sit down. Apply medicine to other parts of your body as well." Wei Lan yelled when he saw him sitting further and further away.

"Yes Yes!"

Al immediately sat next to him again, but still leaving a tiny gap, and curled up his whole body again.

"Don't be so curly," Wei Lan couldn't help it. He seemed to be teaching a younger brother.

"If you put pressure on the wound, it will bleed again."

"Hmm..." Al immediately relaxed again from his stiff posture.

"Ah--" Wei Lan sighed and rubbed the remaining herbs on his other wounds, shrinking his feet as he did so.

Suddenly, when Wei Lan pulled his arm, Al suddenly trembled, and immediately grabbed his hand and stared at it.

There were two knife wounds on Wei Lan's hands, which were now stained green by the herbal juice.

As if Al had thought of something, his whole body began to tremble violently, tears welled up in his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he mumbled while sobbing:

"I'm sorry...if it weren't for me..."

Wei Lan saw that he was crying with tears in his eyes, and his curly golden hair was now completely dry.

I don't know why, but I felt pity for him. I patted his back and let him lean on my shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything."

When things get serious, he doesn't know how to comfort people.

"If only I were stronger..." Al said in a hoarse voice, and suddenly tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.

He can't cry, what's the use of crying.

Wei Lan sighed in her heart again, held up his face, and wiped the tears from his eyes with the tip of her thumb. There were still crystals on his eyelashes, and they were about to fall off, so she asked:

"Does the wound still hurt?"

I don’t know what nerve these words touched, but the tears that Al had just held back fell again, and the warmth touched Wei Lan’s fingertips.

His emerald eyes seemed to be polished, becoming brighter, and his whole face was moistened by his tears.

Wei Lan didn't know if he drank too much water when he fell into the pool and that's why he cried so hard.

Finally, he choked up, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Ai Er finally stopped his waterfall-like tears and took Wei Lan's hand again.

"And you...?"

Wei Lan looked at his hand. It had actually gotten much better. It didn't hurt much when he pressed the herbs just now. He just had to look closely.

I found that the cracked skin and flesh were actually showing signs of healing, with scabs starting to form around both sides.

Wei Lan stared blankly, feeling strange.

"correct!"

Wei Lan rummaged through his pants pocket and took out the thing that Lin had given him, which glowed with a starry blue light, and placed it in Al's hand:

"Take this, your wound will heal faster."

"Hmm?" Al looked at it with some confusion, and was about to ask a question when he was interrupted by Wei Lan:

"Who is chasing you today?"

He didn't want Aldo to ask further questions. It was better for others to know less about this kind of thing.

Al recalled it at this moment, and suddenly lowered his brows and kept silent. After a while, he spoke the truth again:

"Didn't you guess it then..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong and panicked: "How do you know... know my eldest brother's name..."

Could it be that he knew everything about the princess? As soon as this thought came to his mind, he began to tremble all over.

Not good! Wei Lan then remembered that he had said the name in a hurry, just to increase credibility and scare the group of people.

So I started laughing and pretending I knew nothing.

"What big brother? I heard from my father that there seemed to be a useless prince in your country. I guessed that the prince must have sent people to kill you. I didn't expect it to be true."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air suddenly became silent.

Wei Lan instantly wanted to slap himself in the face. Why did he have to add that word "waste"? !

I don't know why the original book always uses the word "waste, waste, waste" when describing this character. It doesn't seem like he likes this character at all. When he thought about it, he immediately thought of this word, his brain was tense, and he said it out quickly.

Al's whole body wilted, as if he was in an extremely indescribable mood, but he didn't shed a single tear.

Seeing him like this, Wei Lan felt a dull pain in his heart, and wished he could slap himself to death, so he could only guide him:

"Actually, I think there must be some misunderstanding. Maybe someone deliberately used his name to hurt you in order to sow discord between you brothers.

After all, His Highness Ryan is so kind, no one would want to hurt you..."

On the surface, he said this to refer to his eldest brother, but in reality, he was implying that Al was not such a person.

But Al obviously didn't know that, because in his mind the princess didn't know his true identity.

"No!" Before he could finish, El suddenly became excited, his eyes full of despair and defeat, and he grabbed Wei Lan's shoulders:

"He's not what you think! You, you can't... He's not what you think..."

He muttered this sentence several times, and Wei Lan thought he was trying to defend himself, but he had just said that it was not the case.

Ai Er was thinking that he was the eldest brother. The "he" he just mentioned meant that he was the eldest brother. The princess must think that he was his eldest brother. That was not right...

What if the princess knew...

He knew that he was the useless prince...and would definitely be disappointed.

All the aching wounds on his body were not as despairing as the despair that was rampant in his heart and the pain that was pulling at his nerves.

Whenever he thought about the princess ignoring him and looking at him with disgust in the future, he felt as if his respiratory organs were blocked and he couldn't breathe.

can not be like this.

Yes, it can’t be like this…it can’t be like this, it can’t be like this!

He wanted to be the crown prince, he wanted to sit on the throne of the crown prince - no matter what means.

Only then, only then would he, his green eyes moved in tiny movements, like a bird of prey waiting to hunt, quietly spying on the prey in front of him.

Wei Lan saw that he had been silent for a long time after he finished speaking, and felt that he had stopped shaking, so he didn't know what to say.

So I pulled him closer so they could get warmer together:

"Okay, it's late so go to bed."

After today's trouble, he was almost dying of sleep.

Wei Lan glanced at the burning fire, which was beginning to get smaller and smaller, and it was estimated that it would not last the night.

He had to go out and get some firewood.

Wei Lan held his eyelids open and waited for a long time. Seeing that the child's breathing began to gradually become lighter, he carefully moved away, but found that his hand was still tightly holding her wrist.