N-M Chapter 331 Die for me, live for me.
Chapter 331 Die for me, live for me.
Chapter 331 Die for me, live for me.
It started raining heavily in New York.
A Rolls-Royce sped along an empty road, its windshield wipers swung wildly, but it couldn't clear the water that kept pouring down the windshield.
Quinn gripped the steering wheel, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Yang Xiao in the passenger seat: "How about we stay in America a little longer?"
Yang Xiao shook her head: "No, I have to get back to Mr. Yang's side quickly."
Quinn pursed his lips, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
This kid changed his own destiny, but who knows when they'll meet again.
She concealed her emotions and asked jokingly, "You're so amazing, my brother must need you a lot and can't live without you, right?"
Yang Xiao shook her head again, but a smile involuntarily curved her lips: "It's that I need Mr., and it's that I can't live without him. It's been so long since we last saw each other, I miss him so much."
Quinn looked at him in surprise.
She saw that Yang Xiao's smile was very innocent, like that of a child.
She couldn't help but ask in a coaxing tone, like she was talking to a child, "What are you planning to do when you get back?"
Yang Xiao was silent for a moment: "I want to know where you went and what you did during the time you lost your memory, and whether you suffered any injustice."
Quinn turned the steering wheel and entered the next intersection: "And then?"
Yang smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Find those who wronged you, and then wipe them out one by one."
Quinn's pupils constricted slightly.
This kid's murderous aura was probably the most intense she had ever seen in her life.
She sighed: "Actually, you are a very loyal and affectionate person."
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
He disliked being called sentimental. Because his father lived such a carefree life precisely because he disregarded morality and ethics.
When Quinn saw that he didn't speak, he realized that he might have said something wrong, so he changed the subject: "I remember you took in a still charming bar owner in the city of Philly."
But after you took her in, you never went to see her again.
She's still waiting for you to find her, fantasizing that you'll take her into a supernatural world.
So you just left like that?
Yang Xiao's eyes widened suddenly as he slowly turned to Quinn, a wide grin spreading across his face. "This is interesting, isn't it?"
Quinn choked for a moment, and after a long silence, he said, "You really are a bastard."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yang Xiao let out a hearty laugh.
Just then, the roar of a motorcycle exploded beside the vehicle.
Quinn's pupils contracted, and he slammed on the brakes.
The piercing scream of the sudden braking was particularly jarring in the quiet night. Both people inside the car were thrown forward violently by inertia, then slammed back into their seats.
The two looked up at the same time and saw the person blocking their way.
A motorcycle was parked across the middle of the road, and a blonde woman with disheveled hair was standing next to it.
Rainwater streamed down her hair, and her clothes were soaked through and clung tightly to her body.
Yang Xiao recognized her as Harley, a psychologist in the prison.
Harley blocked the car, her eyes filled with resentment, and shouted sharply, "Yang Xiao! You bastard! Get out! Now!"
Quinn turned to look at Yang Xiao, his eyes filled with doubt: "An enemy? Too weak, should we kill him?"
Yang Xiao's eyes held a complex expression, which he quickly concealed, and he shrugged: "Just a little troublesome girl with a love-struck head, I'll take care of her."
He opened the car door, slowly walked towards Harley, and shrugged: "Miss Harley, are you here to see me off?"
Quinn also got out of the car, casually flicked his wet long hair, leaned against the car, and watched the play in front of him with great interest.
Harley shouted angrily, "Do you even love me?!"
Yang Xiao picked at his ear with his little finger: "Please, when I was in junior high, no girls said such vulgar things."
Harley pulled a dagger from her pocket and strode toward Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao sneered, "This isn't something a good girl should play with."
His voice gradually lowered: "I've already spared your life."
Those familiar with Yang Xiao know that when he stops grinning and speaking in that high-pitched voice, and instead speaks in this serious and deep tone, it means he wants to kill someone.
Harley had already walked up to him and raised her dagger.
Yang Xiao snatched the knife and was about to make his next move when Harley took a half-step forward and rammed her neck straight into the dagger.
Yang Xiao was stunned.
First, he didn't expect Harley to be so skilled.
No, it's not about having good skills, it's about having extremely high-level prediction skills.
She calculated exactly when she would snatch the dagger and when she would raise it, then smoothly brought her neck close to it.
What she wanted was for him to hold a dagger to her throat.
Secondly, he thought Harley was holding a dagger to kill him in revenge, but he didn't expect that she wanted to entrust her life to him.
Yang Xiao instinctively pulled his dagger back, but Harley grabbed his hand tightly and moved closer, bringing his neck into direct contact with the blade.
Yang Xiao frowned and looked up.
He saw Harley's face covered in tears, and an indescribable stubbornness in her deep blue eyes.
Harley stared intently at him, enunciating each word clearly: "Either marry me, or kill me. You only have these two choices."
Yang Xiao seemed to have heard something utterly ridiculous, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching his stomach: "You're willing to die for me?"
Harley's tears streamed down her face, her eyes still filled with anger and resentment.
She nodded slowly: "I do."
Yang Xiaoxiao shook her head, having said enough, "There are many people in this world who are willing to die for me."
He jerked his arm and broke free from Harley.
Harley was thrown to the ground.
Yang Xiao casually tossed the dagger, which accurately embedded itself in the trunk of a large tree not far away: "One more won't make a difference."
Indeed, there are many people in this world who would be willing to die for Yang Xiao.
The scavengers were willing to give their lives out of fear of him, and the brothers of the Thirteenth Council were also willing to fight for him out of loyalty and righteousness.
But he didn't feel anything for these people—because he disliked morality and ethics.
If he has any obsession with humanity and morality, it's only this:
Yang Xiao crouched down, lowering her voice even further: "Are you willing to live for me?"
He greatly admired Mr. Twilight.
Jin Meiting, Xie Ya, Daji, and the Old Dragon King—they all live for their master.
Harley nodded without hesitation: "I do."
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, a hint of contempt appearing in his eyes.
That was too quick an answer.
Such a serious question, answered too casually, sounds like a lack of sincerity.
This is an insult to the most important issues in his life.
Of course, he didn't expect Harley to actually want to live for herself.
He simply didn't want to kill her with his own hands and wanted to resolve the matter in a more interesting way.
Yang Xiao stretched out his hand, and shadows converged between him and Harley.
A playful smile played on his lips: "Or, you prove it to me?"
Harley asked, "How can you prove it?"
Yang Xiao grabbed a shadow and placed it in Harley's palm, like a mischievous child: "I'll give you the right to touch the shadow for now. Eat the shadow, and I'll believe you."
To consume a shadow means to bear another person's thoughts, memories, pain, and happiness.
A person with an unstable mind will go mad if they eat a shadow.
For some reason, he was reluctant to kill this love-struck fool.
It might be more entertaining to watch a female psychology PhD turn into a psychopath.
Without any hesitation, Harley swallowed the shadow.
My head felt like it was exploding, and my consciousness began to blur.
She clutched her head, her face filled with horror, gasping for breath.
Yang Xiao's cynical smile returned as he turned and walked towards the car, grinning at Quinn, "It's settled. I'm going to miss my flight."
Quinn didn't move, but pointed behind him with a complicated expression.
Yang Xiao frowned, turned around, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Harley stared intently at him, desperately stuffing a second shadow into her mouth. Her pretty face was contorted with pain, but she mechanically repeated, "Either kill me or marry me."
Yang Xiao's eye twitched: "This woman—"
He could sense that Harley had gone mad.
But she mechanically carried out her own obsession.
A strange sense of irritation welled up inside Yang Xiao.
He turned around and continued walking towards the car with a gloomy face.
Harley's voice rang out behind him: "No wonder you're so crazy, so dangerous, so inhuman—so this is what you endure every day?"
Yang Xiao stopped in his tracks.
He slowly turned his head and saw Harley drooling stupidly while stuffing shadows into her mouth.
A surge of unease welled up inside him, and his gaze shifted constantly.
Finally, he strode towards Harley and pulled her into his arms.
His left hand, clad in a ghostly glove, pressed against the back of Harley's head, supernatural power surging within him, clearing away the pain flooding her mind: "Doctor, you're a madman."
Harley quickly regained consciousness.
She stared intently at Yang Xiao, her voice hoarse but firm: "Either kill me, or marry me."
A carefree smile slowly spread across Yang Xiao's lips. He lowered his head and kissed the woman who was willing to live for him fiercely.
"Hahahahaha..."
Yang Xiao hugged Harley tightly, laughing wildly as if he had found a priceless treasure.
They're a perfect match; in a sense, they're both crazy.
Now, Harley has also consumed many shadows, and her inner craving for thrills and madness can no longer be suppressed.
In fact, even without consuming the shadow, Yang Xiao had already stirred her wild heart to beat nonstop.
Tonight, it's a stage play about a demon and his Rakshasa woman.
The rain curtain is very fitting for the occasion.
P.S.: Happy 520/521!