Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 352: The Secret of Master Huo, cannot be spoken aloud

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: The Secret of Master Huo, cannot be spoken aloud

Mr. Huo Two walked up to Nicholas, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I wish you luck."

This was the same blessing Nicholas had previously given to him, and now Mr. Huo Two returned it.

With those words, Huo Yirong left the dining room.

The wizards of the Bolin family were still immersed in disbelief.

When they used witchcraft to kill Donald with the blood of the young master, they never expected it would lead him to make a blood pact with that demon.

The king of the Rasambo family, his power definitely isn’t something they can erase with witchcraft. There’s definitely a plot behind all of this.

The middle-aged wizard who had previously confronted Qin Ruan shared his suspicions with Nicholas and Leslie.

Leslie was so angry that she was shaking: "He’ll show up tonight, and I’ll confront him myself!"

Her flirtation in the bar a few months ago may have led her into someone’s trap, which filled Leslie with terror.

Nicholas took Leslie’s hand and reassured her: "It’ll be okay."

"I hope so." Leslie was greatly shaken and felt extremely guilty about putting her brother in danger.

If she hadn’t courted trouble, her brother wouldn’t have been involved.

Upstairs.

Mr. Three led Qin Ruan to their bedroom.

He closed the door and, with a serious expression on his beautiful face, told Qin Ruan in a deep voice: "Ruanruan, I don’t want you to get involved in the Bolin family’s affairs anymore. If they want to seek help from Eastern Superpower Users, the Huo Family will find other Heavenly Masters for them."

"Why?" Qin Ruan asked with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Mr. Three put his hand on her shoulder, his tone slightly heavy: "You may not know how terrible the Rasambo family is. A hundred years ago, they started a horrible war in the US, which resulted in millions of casualties.

At that time, there were less than a hundred members in the Rasambo family. Yet they were the last victors of that war. You can imagine how terrifying their power is.

The Rasambo name is a noble name among the vampires. They are progenitors of the vampires, they are killers, their killing power is comparable to modern weaponry.

The most terrifying thing is that each member of their family has a different superpower. Once they set their sights on you, the Huo family can do their best to protect you, but we can’t guarantee that your friends and family won’t be harmed."

"Is it really that scary?" Qin Ruan knew about the Rasambo vampires but had never understood the brutality of the family.

In her heart, she began to pay more attention.

Mr. Three touched Qin Ruan’s cheek and said softly: "You don’t need to worry about the Bolin siblings anymore, I’ll find other Heavenly Masters to take over."

Qin Ruan laughed and countered: "Mr. Three, weren’t you afraid when you were confronting Donald?"

"Not at all." Mr. Three didn’t hesitate for a second. A smile crept over his face: "The Rasambo family won’t touch me without sufficient reason."

Qin Ruan asked with curiosity: "Why?"

Mr. Three slid his slender, fair finger across her nose, laughed and said: "You’ll know in time."

Qin Ruan: "Can’t you tell me now?"

Mr. Three gently shook his head, remaining silent.

"Alright then."

Qin Ruan let go of Mr. Three’s hand and walked towards the oversized bed in the room.

Seeing her not asking more questions, Mr. Three couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. This girl was so obedient and adorable.

He watched Qin Ruan’s retreating figure and reminded her: "Rest if you’re tired. Huo Zhi is standing guard at the door. Call her if you need anything."

As Qin Ruan sat on the edge of the bed, taking off her shoes, she casually asked: "Do you have something to do, Mr. Three?"

Mr. Three: "I need to discuss something with Mr. Two."

"Then you go, I’ll take a nap."

Qin Ruan pulled the thin blanket over her, rolled over with her back to Mr. Three.

Her cold tone and her back to him finally made Mr. Three realize that the obedient little girl was acting petulantly.

Unable to hold back a smile, Mr. Three gracefully walked over to the bed.

He stood by the bed and asked the now prone Qin Ruan: "Going to sleep?" His voice was gentle, carrying a hint of amusement.

Qin Ruan ignored him and gently closed her eyes, beginning to think about the differences she found in Mr. Three since last night.

When did things start going wrong?

It seemed to begin when Grandpa faced Donald. His fearlessness and calm demeanor, as if everything was under control, gave people a nervous sense of pressure.

Without a trump card, why would Grandpa be so confident in front of a vampire?

This was the most inappropriate part. So, what was Grandpa’s ace in the hole?

Qin Ruan thought of herself, and then shook her head inwardly.

Grandpa knew about her abilities, but had never asked her to do anything.

Including this entanglement between the Bolin and Rasambo families, he didn’t want her to get involved.

Seeing that Qin Ruan was truly ignoring him, Grandpa sat by the bed, stretched out his hand to pull her, blanket and all, into his arms.

He sighed, spoke gently: "It’s not that I won’t tell you, it’s that it can’t be proclaimed. You have to discover it for yourself."

"Cannot be proclaimed?"

Qin Ruan raised her head, a look of astonishment in her eyes, "So, it can’t be spoken but can be discovered by others?"

Grandpa tweaked her nose, his eyebrows revealing a mixture of helplessness and indulgence: "Yes, any other questions?"

"No more, you go ahead with your tasks."

Qin Ruan rolled over and got out of Grandpa’s embrace.

"Ungrateful girl."

Grandpa’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and the room echoed with his pleased laughter.

...

That night, Nicholas and Leslie, the siblings, stayed at the villa.

It was bound to be a restless night with everyone feeling uneasy.

Midnight.

"Ahhh!!"

"Nicholas!!"

"Donald, go to hell, go to hell!!!"

A shriek of fright echoed from the room where Nicholas and Leslie were staying.

Finally, it was accompanied by Leslie’s sky-high shouts of rage.

Grandpa held Qin Ruan in his arms, startled awake by the violent commotion.

Qin Ruan rubbed her eyes: "Did Donald show up?"

"Possibly."

Grandpa was awake, his eyes still closed, and the position in which he held Qin Ruan didn’t change.

His voice was a sexy kind of hoarse, a magnetic, seductive tone.

Qin Ruan rubbed her ears uncomfortably, staring at the man before her with his eyes closed in the dim light, "Aren’t you going to take a look?"

"He won’t die," said grandpa indifferently.

He lifted his hand to pat Qin Ruan’s head, making her lie quietly: "Sleep, we will talk about it tomorrow."

Qin Ruan obediently complied, curled up in Grandpa’s arm, near his heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

Grandpa said no one would die, which means Donald must have promised him not to kill Nicholas and Leslie here.

Qin Ruan relaxed, cleared her mind.

"Ahhh!!!"

Just as she was dozing off, Qin Ruan, now in a light slumber, was once again woken up by Leslie’s harsh screams.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils flickering with a startled light.

Grandpa noticed something was wrong with Qin Ruan’s breath, and opened his deep, sober eyes, taking in her frightened face.

The little girl was shocked, Grandpa couldn’t remain calm anymore.