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

The sword was coming towards him horizontally, destroying the sword standing on the ground. The meaning of this was self-evident.

Wei Lan was already surprised by what was happening before his eyes, and was frightened to the point of his legs going limp by the sword.

Damn, when I turned my head, I felt like I saw a ghost.

Crown Prince Richard William.

He was sitting on a tall horse, with an upright posture and dressed in gorgeous military uniform. His golden eyes under his long, curly dark blond hair were staring straight at him.

It shows his nobility and arrogance.

The movements of turning over and getting off the horse were as handsome as a performance. He stepped into the ground with his pointed leather boots and walked in.

Just know how to show off.

Wei Lan only dared to spit in his heart, he was still very cowardly.

But why is he back again?

Wei Lan immediately thought of the letter he had not yet sent out. No way, what he said in the letter was serious.

Could it be that the sword was meant to kill him? !

Wei Lan was secretly complaining in his heart and began to get scared. The momentum of the sword that just flew over, what else could it be if not wanting to kill someone?

He didn't want his heart to be taken out for fun, so he walked closer and closer, began to step back, and glanced at the sword on the ground.

Then he kicked the sword of the crown prince that was stuck in the ground, and the sword fell back onto the grass in the garden.

He didn't know if it was because of the kick or for some other reason, but he clearly noticed that someone's face had become darker, and he was even staring at him until he felt creepy.

It's over. . .

After watching the scene just now, Al already knew what he meant. Although he didn't know who the person was, he had to accept this challenge.

He stood up and reached out to pick up his sword.

But at the same time, the man walked beside him, looking down at him, which made people feel a chill.

"what are you."

It was a very light and plain sentence, but it seemed full of oppression.

He curled his lips and chuckled, "Courtship?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Richard's eyes turned to Wei Lan, his golden pupils under his narrow and long eyelashes were fascinating:

"My dear sister, when did even such a person dare to express his love to you?"

"It's not too shabby."

"Or..." His facial expression suddenly turned cold, and he half-squinted his eyes, revealing a hint of contempt. His pupils moved slightly and he suddenly chuckled:

"You like this kind of stuff?"

Although there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, it was a nonchalant one, as if he completely disdained the man in front of him.

. . .

Wei Lan really couldn't understand this conversation any more. Could it be that this brother was a sister-con and wanted to find a good man for his sister? ?

"Forget it, my dear sister,"

Richard took two steps closer to Wei Lan, leaned over to whisper in his ear, and spoke in a low voice,

"Now, it's time to settle the matter between us——"

Wei Lan's heart instantly became tense, and he took a few steps back, only to see him raise his hand to pick up the sword and put it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"Where is your room?"

He asked almost casually.

El had just picked up the sword, but from their conversation he heard him mutter in his heart, Sister...?

He was the crown prince, Richard William? The man his more sedate father had cursed at.

Wei Lan bit her lower lip, thinking, do you want me to invite you to my room for a cup of tea? So she kept her mouth shut and walked around him.

Richard was obviously very dissatisfied with this. When he turned around, he heard Al shout,

"His Royal Highness Crown Prince William."

Al clenched the sword in his hand tightly but glanced at Wei Lan secretly. The recent situation was broken and he had to fight no matter what, otherwise it would be regarded as giving up.

Richard understood what he meant instantly. Although he didn't care, he still thought that he was wasting his time, so he reached to his side and drew his sword.

Al frowned, his palms sweating, but he still went forward.

As soon as Wei Lan retreated to the fence, he saw the two of them drawing their swords and starting to hack at each other.

He didn't even have time to react, right? How did these two start fighting? What were they fighting about?

"Wait," Wei Lan wanted to go up and stop them, but suddenly stopped.

Damn, he never thought that one day he would be able to persuade two men who were fighting. It was a bit strange.

Al was clearly at a disadvantage, but he refused to give up. Richard's movements were fast, accurate and ruthless, and his strength and momentum were overwhelming.

Even each of his blows was aimed at the fatal wound.

He moved without hesitation, as if he thought it would be okay to kill him.

Wei Lan gradually realized that something was wrong. He looked around and cut a branch from the neatly trimmed flowers, trying to stop it.

"Ah! - Huang Huang Huang..." A scream suddenly came from the side.

Wei Lan turned around subconsciously and saw a servant who had hurried back from outside. He seemed to be frightened by the scene.

Then he quickly ran back to where he came from.

Wei Lan looked at the two of them, and who knew that in just a short while, Al had fallen to the ground, half supporting his upper body, with several more wounds on his body, and even a trace of blood on his face.

There was a sword that fell to the ground beside him. He frowned tightly, his eyes full of determination, but this determination was slowly breaking.

The tip of Richard's sword was already against his neck. He whispered,

"Why do you like him——?"

"Al!" Wei Lan looked at the situation and subconsciously became worried about Al.

This child already has so many scars on his body, and now he has another one on his face. I can't help but curse the Crown Prince in my heart for being sick.

Wei Lan rushed over and was about to help him up, but was pulled towards him by Richard. Then a shadow came over and he leaned over and kissed him.

Wei Lan's pupils contracted and he didn't react for a moment, but the touch was extremely clear.

What the hell!

Wei Lan wanted to punch him without thinking, but he immediately pressed his waist with his backhand and quickly put his arm around his waist to deepen the kiss.

Seeing that he had no strength to resist, Wei Lan did not show any intention of stopping, as if he wanted to conquer the city and claim his master.

As if possessed, he even gradually became addicted. When he realized this thought, Wei Lan broke out in a cold sweat.

He bit down without hesitation, and instantly a bloody smell emanated from his mouth, like the smell of rust.

But Richard not only did not let go, he seemed to be even more excited and bit back with his back teeth, and the blood mixed together.

Wei Lan felt a sharp pain at the corner of his lips, and his brows furrowed. His whole body was held tightly, and he couldn't move.

But she couldn't breathe, and the man's actions made her furious. She felt humiliated in an instant, but had no power to resist.

I became even more furious.

Just kidding, that's not how you do it!

Wei Lan was so angry that he struggled with all his strength, but when he found that he couldn't breathe, he had no choice but to let go.

But at the same time, Wei Lan struggled, and his whole body tilted backwards instantly because of the force. The next second, he was pulled back by a pair of big hands.

Falling straight into someone's arms.

“Fuck!” Wei Lan took a few breaths, cursed angrily as the first sentence, and reached out to push again.

There were waves of stinging pain on my lips. I didn't know how hard I bit him, but blood was actually oozing out.

Richard ignored his actions, lowered his long eyelashes and eyebrows, and glanced at Al who was standing on the ground in disbelief.

Then he curled his lips into a smile.