Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 182: Knight of Dark Disaster 11

Ze took Xu Yan back to his own exclusive stand. Xu Yan had already had enough of the argument with the guy from Paradise, and now he was obediently following Ze into the stand room.

The luxurious room had a floor-to-ceiling window on the front. The high-strength protective glass made of magic was so transparent that it seemed non-existent. The midday sun filtered in but the heat was blocked, leaving only the light, which illuminated the entire spacious room incomparably bright.

Carter rushed to Xu Yan before Tang Ze and asked worriedly, "Third brother, are you okay?"

Although he was so active in order to prevent Tang Ze from losing his composure, he really wanted to care about Xu Yan.

In his opinion, Xu Yan was even more pitiful than him who was abandoned.

Besides, Xu Yan had saved his life when he was a child, so he had never taken his miserable situation out on Xu Yan.

The original body had an excellent memory, so Xu Yan only needed a moment of confusion to recognize the fifth prince who was exiled to the western border, the little kid he had fished out of the river when he was a child.

"Cartel, long time no see. Thank you for your concern. It's just a minor injury."

The Third Prince's voice was still as gentle as it was when he was a child, and his smile hadn't changed, which made Cartel's originally uneasy heart relax and regain the closeness he once had for him.

But...this injury really looks terrible.

"Come and sit down, let the doctor treat you." After saying that, Cartell pulled Xu Yan's arm and pressed him onto the soft seat.

"Sir, Tang Ze is watching you." 937 said in a whisper, like a thief.

"I know." Xu Yan replied calmly.

From the moment he entered the room, the man's fiery gaze never left him, but Tang Ze remained very restrained and did not cause any trouble.

Xu Yan guessed that Tang Ze was probably afraid of getting him into trouble. After all, Tang Ze was so smart that he would surely be able to see at a glance that his current situation was not a good one.

This is also the reason why Xu Yan left a gift for Tang Ze in the second world. He likes such sensible and mature people, of course, it just stops at liking.

The wound on Xu Yan's neck was not too deep, and did not hurt his trachea and blood vessels. It only looked a little scary because it was so long. After seeing this result, Ze's frown finally relaxed.

He sat casually in his seat, looking sideways at Xu Yan who was sitting next to him. His gaze fell on his tightly covered eyes, and his brows knitted unconsciously again, "Your eyes are not healed yet?"

Tang Ze, who was standing next to Cartel, pricked up his ears, and the worry and pity in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

He really wanted to hug him.

Even though Ah Yan always smiled and said it didn't hurt every time he got hurt, how could it not hurt...

God knows how much effort it took for him to hold himself down in place instead of rushing over and hugging him.

So much time has passed, and Xu Yan doesn't know how many times he has been reincarnated. He no longer remembers him. If he rushes up rashly, he will definitely scare him.

"It probably won't get better." Xu Yan replied in a nonchalant tone, "It's just that I can't look directly at the color white. It doesn't cause me any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ze just glanced at him indifferently and didn't say anything more.

It is said that this injury was caused by a sneak attack from that pervert... Thinking of this, the viciousness suppressed in Ze's eyes almost broke out, but was finally suppressed by him.

It doesn’t matter. As long as we catch the person, we will naturally know how to cure the little black cat.

He really liked the little black cat's beautiful ruby ​​eyes, and it was a pity that they were always covered like this.

Xu Yan did not have any competition in the afternoon, so he politely declined Ze's invitation to lunch and returned to his residence in the royal court alone, saying that he was tired.

Because of his eye injury, there was no white in the palace where he lived. All he could see were the golden and red colors that his father liked. He also liked these two colors because his father liked them.

The window glass of the palace was also specially made, so looking at the white outside through the glass would not cause him to feel unbearable stinging pain.

Although his adoptive father deliberately made Xu Yan's situation difficult, he never lacked money and would reward him with large amounts of gold and rubies from time to time, making him even considered wealthy.

After all, people who have raised and loved pets know that spending money on pets is always more generous than spending money on themselves.

And Xu Yan is the Slavic king's favorite little pet.

Oh, now it is also Ze’s favorite little pet.

Xu Yan didn't like being served, and people were generally afraid of him, so he ordered the waiters in the palace not to appear in front of him unless necessary. As long as the waiters did their job well, he would not have nothing to do and cause trouble for them.

This leads to the situation where outsiders feel pity for the people working in Xu Yan's palace, while the servants in Xu Yan's palace are happy to do so.

The feeling of working without having to bow down to anyone is so great!

In addition, after spending a long time together, they found that they had not suffered any hardship, and that the Third Prince was actually a very gentle person except that he spoke less. What could there be to be dissatisfied about?

After taking a comfortable hot bath in a pool that was wide enough for swimming, Xu Yan walked out wearing a loose bathrobe and barefoot on the soft and thick carpet.

After the waiters noticed that he had returned to the palace, they all left his activity area, so Xu Yan was very relaxed as he wiped his hair and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Compared to Ze and the Slavic King's noble and beautiful appearance, Xu Yan's appearance was much more handsome, with only a pair of incomparably gorgeous eyes. However, years of brutal border battles had made his brows more sharp and murderous.

Even though he had droopy eyelids and looked so sleepy and defenseless, he would not make people feel that he was a weakling who could be toyed with at will.

The muscles covering his body are not thick, but every muscle line is honed through battle and is full of wildness and explosive power.

With every gesture, the muscles are pulled together to form sexy sections, and some water droplets that have not been wiped off slide down the grooves, leaving a transparent water stain, which is both sexy and beautiful.

Suddenly, his lazy eyes focused, and the weapon placed in the bedroom was summoned into his hand by magic and instantly unsheathed, with the tip of the knife touching the Adam's apple of the uninvited guest.

His blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was no longer as gentle as before to Cartel, but low and cold.

"who are you?"