Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

There was a flash of fear in Tong Xiyuan's eyes. What was Ning Fanxing doing here? Hadn't he and Fan Ling confirmed their relationship yet?

If the emperor saw it...

Just as he was thinking about it, a commotion broke out among the crowd.

"He's an omega!"

"Why are there other omegas here?"

"It seems to be a friend of the Second Prince."

……

Tong Xiyuan felt heavy-hearted after hearing all these noises. He asked, "Ninth sister, what's going on?"

999 is checking the world rules. [It should be that the world correction mechanism has been triggered. Ning Fanxing's identity has not been exposed for too long, and the world line cannot be pushed forward, so an accident happened. His estrus period has come early.]

Tong Xiyuan tightly gripped the particle gun at his waist and pushed through the crowd before walking over.

The sweet pheromone smelled like freshly peeled grapefruit candy. Just as Tong Xiyuan saw Ning Fanxing being protected in Fan Ling's arms, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside.

Fan He pressed the barrier patch on his neck and said coldly, "Don't go over there."

Someone hurried forward with an inhibitor, and Ning Fanxing's condition was quickly controlled.

Fan Ling glanced at the visitors with different expressions and apologized, "I'm sorry to have frightened you all. My friend has a little problem. I'll take him back to rest first."

He put his arm around Ning Fanxing's shoulder and turned to leave, intending to go back to the lounge on the second floor to calm down. However, when he looked up, he saw another person at the stairs.

The mature man in a cloak stood majestically, holding a beast-head scepter in his hand and wearing dazzling rings on the thumbs of both hands, representing his supreme status.

The emperor looked arrogantly at everyone in the auditorium, and finally looked at Fan Ling and the stunning stranger in his arms.

He opened his mouth, knowingly asking, "What happened here?"

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Fan Ling's face, "I'm sorry, father, my friend encountered some unexpected situations."

"Friend?" The emperor looked at Ning Fanxing, slowly walked to the two of them, smelled the grapefruit scent that had not yet completely dissipated, and said, "Omega?"

"Yes," Fan Ling's eyes flashed with regret. He wanted to take advantage of today's good day to tell the emperor about his relationship with Ning Fanxing, but now he couldn't tell him. He said, "I'll take him back to rest first."

The emperor did not give way, but asked: "Whose duke's child is your friend?"

Ning Fanxing had suppressed the strangeness brought on by the estrus period. He raised his head, and although his face was still red, his eyes were clear. He said, "Your Majesty, I come from the slums."

When these words were spoken, not only the emperor was surprised, but the other guests were also surprised.

"Why are people from the slums in the Royal Hall?"

"He's also an omega, this is unbelievable."

"By the way, no one in the slums has differentiated into an omega in many years, right?"

"Of course. After all, omegas are born to be God's favorites. They need a perfect and comfortable environment to be nurtured. How can they be nurtured in a dirty place like a slum?"

"If that's the case, then doesn't that mean he is the first omega in the ghetto?"

"This omega looks pretty good, but I don't know what level he is. If he can match with a duke, he will be like a phoenix flying up to the tree."

Other people's words did not disturb Ning Fanxing, but they disturbed the emperor's heart.

The arrogant emperor carefully looked at every detail of Ning Fanxing's face and found that the pride that came from the slums on him was not something that an omega from a wealthy family could possess. A hint of possessiveness flashed across his eyes. The number one omega in the slums? That's a good gimmick.

So, in full view of the crowd, the emperor kindly extended his hand and said, "In that case, why don't you invite your friend to my room to rest for a while."

Ning Fanxing's face turned pale as he looked at the hand that was extended to him. He suddenly looked at Fan Ling and thought of hundreds of obstacles that he and Fan Ling might encounter when being together. He never thought that he would be favored by the emperor.

Fan Ling shouted with embarrassment, "Father, this is mine..."

The emperor interrupted him and told the attendant beside him: "Take this omega upstairs, Ling'er, to receive the distinguished guests."

The others looked at each other, and tacitly agreed not to express their opinions. After all, he was the king of the planet Leviathan. Even if he stole the omega that his son liked, no one seemed to be able to blame him.

"Bang" sound.

Before everyone could come to their senses, the emperor holding the scepter shook and fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and soon blood flowed out of his fallen body.

The attendant screamed, "Someone is trying to assassinate your Majesty!"

Everyone looked towards the source of the gunshot and were stunned.

Fan Ling felt a pain in his heart and said in disbelief, "Brother?"

Ning Fanxing looked at Tong Xiyuan beside Fan He. The other party also had a shocked look on his face, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

"Your Highness?!" Someone asked, "Why did you want to assassinate His Majesty?"

Fan He glanced at the man coldly and pointed the particle gun at him, "Hmm?"

The man shut his mouth instantly.

A group of palace guards ran in and surrounded Fan He. Someone said to Tong Xiyuan who was still in a daze, "Poor emperor, he is frightened. Come here quickly."

Tong Xiyuan blinked and reached out to pull the corner of Fan He's clothes, "Your Highness?"

He didn't expect that Fan He would take the gun away from him at the last moment, and he didn't expect that Fan He would kill the emperor without blinking an eye.

The hand he stretched out was dodged, and Fan He returned the gun to him and said with a smile: "Be good and wait for me."

He had no weapon to defend himself, so the guards boldly stepped forward and surrounded him.

The captain of the guard team looked at Fan He deeply and said, "Your Highness, let's go."

No one tried to capture Fan He. They just stood beside him and followed him out of the auditorium. If you didn't know, you would think those people were his subordinates.

Tong Xiyuan was pulled by someone. He turned his head and saw Ning Fanxing's worried expression.

"Are you okay?" Ning Fanxing asked him.

Tong Xiyuan opened his mouth, "I..."

His mind was a little confused and he always felt that the direction of things was strange.

Ning Fanxing thought he was frightened and said to him in comfort: "Don't be sad. No one would have thought that His Highness would..."

He hesitated to speak and saw a trace of sadness in Tong Xiyuan's eyes.

Tong Xiyuan closed his eyes and asked the system, [Will he be okay? ]

999 was even more confused than him, [Should it be alright? ]

Tong Xiyuan said: [I think so too.]

He believed in Fan He, and since Fan He asked him to wait, he would wait.

The emperor died, and the ceremony held to celebrate his birthday completely lost its meaning.

Fan Ling sent people to send him and Ning Fanxing back to a safe place, and he handled all the remaining matters by himself with great strength.

During this period, some people came to ask Tong Xiyuan if he knew why Fan He did this, but Tong Xiyuan shook his head. Someone wanted to take away the particle gun that shot the emperor, but was stopped by Tong Xiyuan.

"He left this for me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people of the entire Star Network who had been closely following the assassination were moved to tears: He loves it so much!