Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here Chapter 292 - The Regent’s Little Emperor (17)

The Regent’s Little Emperor (17)Bai Weiwei’s eyes s.h.i.+fted, “Slagstem, this guy isn’t gay, is he?”

She had thought this mission was more prosperous than the past missions.

He was only at -20, and he didn’t hate her family. It turned out that there was such an enormous pit waiting for her.

He was gay!

The system flipped through all the data, from beginning to end. “No, ah, it doesn’t say so in the file.”

Bai Weiwei: “Then did he find out that I’m a woman?”

The system scanned the male lead from head to toe. “Also wrong, he thinks you’re a man.”

Bai Weiwei: “Straight men don’t bend, only a bent man will bend, so Xie Yunting must be secretly bent…”

Xie Yunting looked at her, distracted. He walked over, grabbed her hand, and rubbed it again.

His eyes were still hot, but his tone was indifferent. “The emperor’s hand is weak and boneless, not like that of a man who can wield a bow and arrow.”

Bai Weiwei: “…Wrong, your uncle. He isn’t secretly gay anymore. He’s completely and openly gay.”

Which straight man would hold another man’s hand and still enjoy it?

How much favorability was this, just drooling over a man. This was a good and proper bend man, that wouldn’t be capable of straightening.

Bai Weiwei tried to pull back her hand but found that this fellow gripped her tightly, unwilling to let go.

She raised her eyebrows, “Tai Fu is comparing our muscles?”

Her naive way of speaking, simply not putting any of his rubbings and stroking in her mind.

Xie Yunting’s eyes were dull. “This official just thinks the emperor’s movements in archery are not yet up to standards. Would you like this official to help you correct it?”

Bai Weiwei: Correct, stroking my hands wasn’t enough, even my body was not let off.

She tightly gripped and bowed. Suddenly she threw off his hands, backing away several steps. She grabbed an arrow from the barrel, nocking it and pointing it towards Xie Yunting.

“Tai Fu, is this standard enough?”

Her eyes were burning. She was unafraid of his threat, clearly disregarding life and death.

Xie Yunting stood still, and the warmth in his eyes cooled.

Seeing the words on the snowman, that she couldn’t wait for his death, his reason returned.

In the end, this little emperor was just a stepping stone for his rise to power.

Feeling pity over a stepping stone, did the little emperor truly bewitch him?

Xie Yunting stepped forward and seized the bow and arrow in her hand.

Bai Weiwei suddenly loosened the bow and stuffed it into Gao Jixiang’s arms.

“Alright, we’re tired. If Tai Fu has no more business, please go back.”

This casual att.i.tude, as though she still had the same ident.i.ty as before, a n.o.ble dragon descendant.

Xie Yunting felt he couldn’t hold back. His voice contained suppressed anger. “I thought the emperor couldn’t wait to kill me right away.”

Just now, if her heart he was ruthless and her hand were quick, the arrow could have injured him.

Bai Weiwei had already turned, preparing to leave. Hearing his words, her footsteps stopped for a moment.

Xie Yunting saw her stiff back and clenched fingers, as though she were hiding something.

Suddenly, she looked back, her eyes red. Not as angry, but sadder.

“Can’t wait to kill you? No, I wish I had never met you.”

Saying this, she left without looking back.

Xie Yunting stood in place. This phrase made his mind slow down for a moment.

A person who she had never seen, but always wors.h.i.+pped, ruined everything for her, and thought of pressing her under his feet, and become the new ruler.

She really couldn’t wait to never see him again.

After Xie Yunting thought about it, he sneered again. Since long ago the winner was king1, what was the use of the weak, blaming the strong.

The loser deserved to be trampled on.

Xie Yunting thought this, but he didn’t understand why he was so upset.

1: 成王败寇: the winner is king, the loser is a thief; a thief pa.s.ses for a gentleman when thieving has made him rich; winner-take-all; history is written by the victors.↩