Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1137: Lord Huo Commits a Massacre, Terrifying Indeed!

Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: Lord Huo Commits a Massacre, Terrifying Indeed!

Huo Yunjiao, concealing his inner indifference with utmost tenderness, realized that things were spiraling out of control when he saw the curiosity and unease in Qin Ruan’s eyes.

His Ruanruan had never looked at him with such confused, suspicious, and even frightened eyes.

They had been together for so long, and even though they both had secrets they could not share, they always trusted each other; they never doubted one another.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes darkened, and he quickly walked toward Qin Ruan.

His usually calm and graceful steps lost their usual poise, becoming clearly frantic.

"Ruanruan—"

Huo Yunjiao stood in front of Qin Ruan, and his gentle voice rang out.

Qin Ruan’s complex fox-like eyes gazed at the man in front of her. Her lightly pursed red lips slightly parted, just as she was about to speak, Huo Yunjiao embraced her.

"Do you not trust me, girl?"

A gently intoned question made Qin Ruan swallow the words that had reached her mouth.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, really, but inevitable doubts had arisen in her heart.

She doubted whether the man embracing her was real, doubted his identity, doubted whether their meeting was fated or merely a manipulation by others.

Too many unexplainable events had occurred between them.

Why did the Witch Clan know that Huo Yunjiao’s blood could harm her? When her father knew about this, his face showed no surprise, indicating that he had known all along.

Qin Ruan had held back, but finally couldn’t help but ask.

"Last year, when I gave birth to Ayao and Anqi, did you know that I was successfully attacked by the Huangjue Tree Demon because of your blood?"

"I did not know."

Huo Yunjiao answered without any hesitation, his tone very firm.

Qin Ruan’s lips curled into a faint smile, which vanished almost immediately.

She looked up into the fine, cold, and handsome face before her, and said softly, "I trust you."

As long as he said so, she would believe him.

Huo Yunjiao gently caressed the smiling face of Qin Ruan, his thin lips moved, and his voice was tender, "I will never harm you. Indeed, my blood has problems, and very few people know about this. The fact that the Witch Clan used this to harm you is what I least want to see, and I also only found out about this today."

He hadn’t lied to Qin Ruan; before he regained his memory, he truly hadn’t known that his blood could harm people, nor that the Witch Clan would use his blood to harm people.

He was the lord of Netherworld Hell, and even as a human now, his blood still carried the divine power of the Emperor of Fengdu.

Indeed, his blood was aggressive, but it needed the extraction of its divine power to unleash its potent destructive force.

If normal coughing of blood or inadvertent bleeding could harm people, then many around him would have long since died.

He didn’t know by what method the Witch Clan had refined his blood into a secret weapon capable of injuring people, nor when they had stolen his blood.

Qin Ruan lowered her eyes, her expression submissive, "Of course, I trust you."

Seeing the two of them so affectionate, the severely injured elder of the Witch Clan, his face vicious, revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Even with his arm disabled, he was still an elder of the Witch Clan, and his strength should not be underestimated.

As Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan were caught off-guard, the elder’s body levitated, and a powerful dark witch power gathered around him.

"Master, be careful!"

"Madam, be careful!"

"Qin Ruan!"

Calls filled with urgency echoed around them, warnings from the Huo Family Hidden Guard and Wei Linchen and others.

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan were indifferent to this, their gazes deeply locked on each other, seeing only each other in their eyes.

The intimate atmosphere between them was too exclusive, no one else could blend into it.

Huo Yunjiao’s well-defined hands pushed a stray hair behind Qin Ruan’s ear and he smiled, asking, "Ruanruan, do you want to see how powerful my blood is?"

Qin Ruan tilted her head, her cheeks blossoming into a smile, "Sure."

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes smiled as he gently hooked her delicate, lovely nose with his forefinger.

The next second, the gentle smile on his face disappeared, and he pulled Qin Ruan behind him and looked up at the Witch Clan elder floating in the air, preparing to self-destruct by condensing Witch Power.

Huo Yunjiao’s peach blossom eyes looked at him as if he were a dead object, that hand which had earlier touched Qin Ruan’s face, hair, and delicate nose slowly raised.

It was a slender and powerful hand with distinct joints.

The thumb pressed on the middle finger, pushing upwards with force, and a drop of gorgeous blood emerged from the fingertip.

The color of the blood was incredibly vibrant, and standing behind him, Qin Ruan felt somewhat uncomfortable at the sight.

She wanted to take back her words, no longer wanting to see the destructive power of San Ye’s blood.

She didn’t want to see him get hurt, not even willing to see him shed a single drop of blood.

The Witch Clan elder, witnessing Huo Yunjiao taking action, showed urgency and desperately concentrated his Witch Power at his dantian to self-destruct.

As he gathered all his power, the enchanting blood bead on Huo Yunjiao’s fingertip, with a slight flick, darted towards his body.

The Witch Clan elder’s pupils drastically contracted.

He was just a moment away from self-destruction, the power not yet fully concentrated at his dantian, but the blood bead was already drawing near.

He gritted his teeth and self-destructed without waiting for all the Witch Power to gather.

With a loud bang!

The Witch Clan elder ultimately self-destructed, and a rain of blood mist covered the carpet in the hallway of the Imperial Court Hotel.

Fortunately, he hadn’t harmed anyone. At the moment of his self-destruction, Huo Yunjiao’s blood bead had already passed through his body, dismembering his corporeal body so that even the hard bones were turned to dust, mingling with the blood falling from the void to the ground.

After the blood mist dispersed, the scene that greeted everyone’s eyes caused all their faces to change dramatically.

The dozens of Witch Clan members who had been standing in the hallway, including the puppets they controlled, were all lying scattered and sprawled on the ground.

Blood flowed from their seven orifices, their faces ashen, a thick scent of death enveloping their bodies.

Without exception, all of them had stopped breathing.

Seeing this, Qin Ruan unconsciously held her breath.

She stepped forward, staring incredulously at the fallen figures, and after a long pause, she turned to look at the man standing beside her, his expression as calm and undisturbed as always.

"Did they all die because of your blood?"

If it was true, it was terrifying.

Huo Yunjiao cast down his eyes, his gaze softly fixating on Qin Ruan as he gently squeezed her hand, speaking calmly, "They deserved to die."

The matter-of-fact tone made one’s blood run cold.

Qin Ruan, feeling helpless, said in a coquettish tone, "If they deserved to die, why did you let the Witch Clan Saintess go?"

She hadn’t failed to notice the thought Huo Yunjiao had of letting Ji Shuzhen leave.

Huo Yunjiao met Qin Ruan’s clear eyes, carrying a bit of teasing, and curved his lips slightly, not denying, "The Saintess can’t die yet, but the others in the Witch Clan are not worth mourning."

Qin Ruan didn’t press further on the issue. The thick scent of blood wafted into her nose, and she frowned slightly, her face showing a distaste.

At this moment, she even felt somewhat nauseous.