The villain beg you to kill me

The Harvest Festival stage play begins.

Xiao Yu had already changed into the dancer's red costume, and stepped onto the stage, thousands of eyes locked on his face.

It's a pity that they are going to be disappointed, the mask is still there.

Xiao Yu raised her head, her eyes met with the City Lord not far away.

One night before the opening of the stage play, the city lord specially sent someone to ask Xiao Yu not to bring a mask to the Harvest Festival, but to show her true colors to others.

Xiaoyu disagreed and insisted on having an interview with the city lord.

I don't know what they talked about, but the city lord later agreed that Xiao Yu could wear a mask, but he had to take off the mask when the stage play ended and the curtain call ended.

Time went back to the scene of the Harvest Festival.

The city lord was full of interest, tilted his head, rested his stomach with one hand, and looked at Xiaoyu with a half-smile.

This kind of expression is very familiar to me, it is usually the villain boss looking at the immature protagonist...

I turned my head and glanced at Unforgiven.

Wushe was looking at the city lord with great interest.

I:"……"

At the other end of the stage, a saint in a white cloak slowly walked up, his short blond hair was lifted up, revealing a smooth forehead, his expression was very solemn, like a born saint.

Yes, Kohane got the part of the dancer, but Nishizawa was also not eliminated, and he played the saint.

I guess the reason Kohane doesn't want to take off the mask is because the final showdown hasn't come yet.

It was a bit of a coincidence that Xiao Yu played the leading role, because he happened to be able to feel the pain of the dancers. Under the emotional resonance, many performances were unexpected and skillfully expressed the dancers' emotions.

But this time they faced each other head-on, and the two had the opportunity to fight and dance, which was the time to really compete in strength.

This fight is the seduction of the dancer and the indifference of the saint.

Caesar held his proud head high. Although he didn't have a big dance move, he was able to show the saint's arrogance and alienation in front of the audience. Standing there, he was a saint who did not eat fireworks.

Xiaoyu stretched her body, wrapped her flexible and boneless waist towards Nishizawa, but she was a little stiff when she approached, as if she hadn't mobilized her emotions yet.

It was clearly the plot where Xiao Yu entered and Nishizawa retreated, but it was interpreted by the two of them as if Nishizawa was leading the plot.

This battle dance is divided into two parts: the former part is the dancer's pursuit, and the latter part is the saint's rebuke.

There is a very crucial action in the middle, that is, the saint rejects the dancer.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Caesar's movement was very big, it was just a signal wave of his hand, but he really used his strength and directly knocked off Xiaoyu's mask.

Xiao Yu took a step back, turned her face sideways, and slowly raised her head.

Caesar was in a daze, forgetting where to stand next.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if they had been separated for a long time and met again in an unexpected place.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience, and then there was a lot of discussion. Obviously, someone had recognized Xiao Yu.

It's just that for a while, I dare not equate the Xiaoyu in the past and the Xiaoyu now as the same person.

Xiao Yu twisted her fingers and pulled off the red feather on her head.

Just like the rehearsal, he bit the feather between his teeth, his expression full of resentment.

He looked at Caesar faintly, his eyes turned a thousand times, and Caesar was stunned.

Probably he has never seen such a Kohane.

Xiao Yu walked forward slowly, her upper body leaned forward slightly, and in a begging posture, she stretched her arms towards Nishizawa, her fingers tightly together, palms facing upwards, as if she was making the last attempt to hold her back.

Taking the fingertips to the elbows as the axis, Xiao Yu suddenly turned her body, but her gaze was fixed on Caesar all the time, as if she was trying to get rid of the shackles and ran towards the person in her heart, and it was also like a fatal temptation, attracting the person she likes. fall in love with yourself.

From my angle, I can just see Nishizawa's expression.

His face was not pretty, his eyes were confused and lost, he just looked at Xiaoyu.

From such a short distance, anyone can see that this "saint" is not indifferent to the temptation of the "dancer".

In fact, after going through so many things, Nishizawa is no longer indifferent to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu's talent, perseverance, and his innate good looks all have an attractiveness that cannot be ignored.

There is no telling who will win or lose in the dance fight.

If you fight, you will win or lose.

However, this Harvest Festival will not end so smoothly.

I turned my head again and looked at the city lord on the high platform. When he saw Xiaoyu's face, he must have known that Xiaoyu was the "Princess Yu" who appeared at the Chunyun Festival half a year ago. Strong half a year ago.

"Susu." Wushe's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"No matter what happens, you have to fulfill the bet." Wushe said.

I froze for a moment.

"Don't sneak away, don't meddle in other people's business, understand?" Wushe grabbed my wrist.

I nodded, a gentleman is hard to chase after a word, isn't that what it is, at worst, I will press it back next time.Seeing that Wushe is so insecure, I feel a little sorry.

After getting my consent, Wu'she put a smile on his face, kissed the back of my hand, and looked up at me with a smile.

I was shocked by his malicious eyes, knowing that he was very dissatisfied recently and was on the verge of collapse, so I just touched his chin as a comfort.

However, my easy-going talk at this time has laid a hidden danger for fulfilling the bet in the future... Cough cough.

From the stage play to the last scene, everyone is immersed in this sad and beautiful love story.

The holy man killed himself resolutely, the noble head finally bowed down, shocked at the result of his courtship, the dancer backed away in panic, after a series of painful and frantic dances, he finally calmed down and accepted the tragedy fact.

In the heart of the saint there is no room for anyone.

No matter how much the dancer loves him, he cannot get a response from the other party.

However, the dancer is also a persistent and unrestrained person. Once he falls in love with someone, he will chase after him at all costs.

What is doomed to tragedy is the completely different views of love between the two.

However, although the dancers are humble, they also have their own pride.

He finally accepted the tragedy in front of him, but arrogantly, step by step, he walked towards the saint.

A dead man cannot refuse a kiss.

When the dancer died beside the saint in a decisive posture, hugging, kissing, and desecrating this holy body, the theme of love and death was vividly presented in front of the audience, which produced an extremely strong spiritual shock.

The quiet autumn day is unconsciously filled with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Orange light shrouded the quiet stage, and suddenly, there was a crisp applause.

People stood up one after another, threw their hats into the air, the earth rejoiced, and the Harvest Festival stage play was a remarkable success.

The city lord stood up suddenly, separated from the crowd, and came to the stage.

At this time, the two protagonists on the stage were preparing to call the curtain call.

With an interested smile on the corner of the city owner's mouth, he strode towards Xiaoyu, grabbed his slender arm, and forcibly took him off the stage.

At this moment, Caesar strode forward and stopped the two with his hands: "Wait."

The city lord is tall, a head taller than Caesar, and when he is condescending, his coercion is very strong.

"how?"

Nishizawa stared at Xiaoyu: "He...hasn't called the curtain call yet."

The city lord snorted coldly: "He doesn't have to call a curtain call. The princesses of neighboring countries are different from actors like you. They have a noble status. It's better to step down early and go back to the dinner with the king."

Caesar was taken aback: "He's not some kind of princess, he's a boy, his name is Xiao Yu, he's my classmate, he..."

The city lord narrowed his eyes, and the air pressure dropped a little: "Let go."

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, robbed Xiao Yu on the stage.

I was upset, the city lord obviously had no good intentions, and Xiaoyu must not fall into his hands.

Although that Nishizawa is arrogant and stupid, at least he has good character, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it, and he won't play with Xiaoyu's feelings.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wushe wants to get the full set.

See what Caesar will do next, and I will decide whether to help him or not.

"Xiao Yu, you like mine, right?" Nishizawa insisted not to let go, looking at Xiao Yu expectantly.

Xiao Yu blushed and said nothing.

The city lord lowered his voice: "It's just a performance, what are you, don't take yourself too seriously."

"I have to ask Xiao Yu, is he willing to go with you!" Caesar became annoyed.

"Hmph." The city lord let go of his hand, turned to Xiao Yu, and said commandingly, "Go, follow me back."

Xiao Yu looked at the Santo, then at Caesar.

Caesar was bewitched by something, firmly grabbed Xiaoyu's hand, and said, "You don't want to go with him, I will help you no matter what."

Such disregard of the city lord caused the air pressure around the city lord to drop to zero.

Xiaoyu opened her bright eyes, stretched out her hand, and put it on the back of Caesar's hand.

Caesar was overjoyed.

"It was acting just now." Xiao Yu said.

Caesar's expression immediately froze.

"Not now," Kohane continued, "Do you like me?"

The city lord turned his head and stared at Caesar viciously.

As long as he said "like", the consequences must be very miserable.

Caesar laughed: "I don't know what it's like to like someone, but I feel very happy when I think of spending my whole life with you."

Xiaoyu looked at Caesar with bright eyes, and the two smiled at each other.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Heck, I didn't expect it to be so rough for a girl to develop a game.

"Wait a minute." The city lord came between the two, "Who allowed you to make a private appointment for life?"

A group of guard soldiers with weapons ran up from the audience, surrounding Xiao Yu and Nishizawa in the middle.

The sharp spears were aimed at the two teenagers, like heinous criminals.

"Caesar, hurry up and apologize to the city lord!" Caesar's father hurried up, urging in a hurry and annoyance.

When Caesar saw his father, he seemed apologetic, but he closed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Very good, I think, although he is an unreliable young master, his recent performance is not bad.

I gave Wushe a push, indicating that he could go up.

But there was a figure, who appeared on the stage faster than Wushe.

Black tuxedo, neatly combed short brown hair, exuding a rational and stable atmosphere, just like he always showed—Xiaoyu's "father" appeared.

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers fell down one after another, and black magic gushed out like a spring, covering the entire stage in an instant.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the city lord changed from a person giving orders to a trapped object.

His face was very ugly, and he stared at Xiaoyu's father closely: "Are you—the Demon Race?"

Xiaoyu's father came to the three of them politely and saluted Xiaoyu.

Xiao Yu was very confused: "Father?"

Xiaoyu's father didn't look up, he said: "I am not your father, your father is the honorable Lord Demon King, and the one you call your mother is my noble master, I am entrusted by her to take care of you , until you find someone you can entrust your life to.”

Speaking of this, Xiaoyu's father glanced at Caesar lightly, and said without emotion: "Xiaoyu is not a commoner, he is the beloved son of the demon king, the future king of the demon clan, it is your honor to be chosen by him, Caesar Sir, please don't let him down until the end of your life."

There is really no meaning of blessing in these words, but full of threats.

"Father...I..." Xiao Yu obviously hadn't realized what was going on.

"The person in the forest who taught you how to dance is my master, Queen Ailian. I have ordered you to be self-reliant, kind, humble, and elegant. Now my mission has been completed, please allow me Retire and return home."

"No, father, don't leave me alone." Xiao Yu hurriedly pulled the man's sleeve.

A slight smile appeared on the man's usual calm face: "I will come back to see you soon, you will never be alone."

After finishing speaking, the man took Xiao Yu and Nishizawa's hands and led them off the stage. There was magic opening the way, and they left very smoothly.

Only a group of stunned human beings were left, watching them leave in a daze.

That night, Wushe pressed me in the rough field, with the starry sky above my head, I knew he had planned it for a long time, and he had long wanted to have a fight here.

However, there is one thing that has been stuck in my heart, and I can't vomit.

"Wait a minute, okay? I still have something to tell you." I pressed Wu'she's head.

Wushe looked up at me, ignored me, and continued to untie my pants.

"During the day today, I suddenly felt that Xiao Yu should not be with Caesar." I said.

As soon as my legs got cold, my pants disappeared. Wushe took out his long-awaited rabbit suit and prepared to help me put it on with his own hands.

"Obviously someone loves him more, although the way of love is a bit harsh, but if the two of them are together, they will be happier haha~" I continued, in this case, I really don't know what to say .

"Li Su, close your eyes." Wushe said, "You still have your mouth."