Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 864: Huo Yao’s Greeting Gift, Hook Snake Tribe’s Protective Scales

Chapter 864: Chapter 864: Huo Yao’s Greeting Gift, Hook Snake Tribe’s Protective Scales

Sensing danger behind him, Changyuan tensed up and slowly turned to face Huo Anqi’s almost purely dark eyes.

At that moment, Huo Anqi was exuding Evil Qi, and from his little extended hand, a fist-sized black sphere of Evil Qi floated. Fine strands of Evil Qi spread from the sphere, penetrating Changyuan’s black robe and attempting to merge with his body.

Changyuan resisted the invasion of Evil Qi with his Ancient Beast Bloodline, his expression as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Young master, this is the Huo Family’s territory. Do you really want to fight me here?"

The aura around him abruptly turned chillingly cold, his dark eyes flashing with bloodlight, making him look downright terrifying.

Huo Yao scrambled up from the bed, trotting behind Changyuan with his little short legs. He lifted his tiny foot and kicked towards the dignified buttocks of the Ancient Beast.

His voice was murderous as he challenged, "Little master thinks you’re just a bully picking on the smaller ones! Speak! Whose side are you on?!"

Huo Anqi rolled his eyes at his brother: "Didn’t you hear him say his master is our uncle?"

Huo Yao, unfazed by his brother’s disgust, tilted his head and asked in confusion, "They are people from Uncle Qin’s family?"

Huo Anqi pursed his lips tightly, glaring at Huo Yao as if he was frustrated by iron not turning into steel.

Such a cute and foolish brother, he really didn’t want one!

Seeing his brother’s gaze grow even more disdainful, Huo Yao touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty.

Huo Anqi, biting his milk teeth, said: "It’s another uncle!"

Huo Yao seemed to understand something as his eyes widened in shock, "Uncle has woken up?!"

He quickly slid off the bed, looked up, and stared intently at Changyuan.

Changyuan’s fierce brows lifted slightly, looking highly at Huo Anqi.

This little one was clever, but he didn’t seem like Qin Ruan. The rich Evil Qi was highly offensive to him, reminiscent of an ancient loathing for a certain type of aura.

Huo Anqi narrowed his unnaturally dark eyes, staring intently at Changyuan, and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want by coming here today?"

Changyuan thought for a moment, then answered honestly, "To confirm your father’s identity."

Huo Yao furiously responded, his eyes flashing fiercely, "And then?"

Changyuan replied, "There’s no ’and then.’

After all, the master hadn’t given him any further instructions.

Huo Anqi asked, "When did uncle wake up?"

Changyuan’s eyelids twitched slightly, "Not long ago, just yesterday."

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi exchanged a look, both their faces showing a solemn expression. For such small people to show such a demeanor was quite eerie.

After a while, Huo Anqi lifted his dark eyes and looked up at Changyuan, warning sternly in a milky voice, "Tell him not to meddle in our family matters!"

Changyuan pondered for a moment and shook his head: "That might be difficult."

He only followed the master’s orders; the bloodline of the two young masters’ father still wasn’t clear, and he was still observing the situation.

Huo Yao, grasping Huo Anqi’s arm, exclaimed in panic, "Shoot, mother is coming back!"

Changyuan’s expression flickered, dispelling the Evil Qi that Huo Anqi had woven around him in fine strands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Before leaving, a black scale was flung in front of Huo Yao, floating in mid-air.

"Master Huo Yao, this is a gift from me to you, a protective scale refined by the great techniques of the Hook Snake Tribe."

Changyuan’s voice was authoritative yet tender, carrying a hint of affection.

Huo Yao, holding the black Hook Snake scale in his hand, frowned in annoyance, clearly troubled.

He turned to his brother and asked, "Is he trying to bribe me?"

Huo Anqi clenched his palm, the black Evil Qi sphere vanished, and upon reopening his palm, a piece of black tail appeared.

He said in a calm voice, "This is the severed tail of the Nine-tailed Fox clan. It can summon its master at any moment of danger. It was a gift from Hu Yixian when we met, and they were together."

"Oh——"

Huo Yao’s inexplicable sense of guilt disappeared, and he righteously put away the gift Changyuan had given him.

The black scales of the Hook Snake floated in the void. The moment the doors to the children’s rooms were pushed open, the scales merged into Huo Yao’s brow in a flash of light silver.

The door was completely pushed open, and everything in the room returned to calm.

Qin Ruan’s gaze swept around the room. She smelled the scent of Changyuan and saw her two sons standing by the bed, as well as the servants busily ignoring her.

She looked at Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, her eyes slightly squinting, "What happened?"

The brothers’ bodies stiffened simultaneously.

Huo Yao: "Ah——"

Huo Anqi: "Ee——"

Qin Ruan had not changed her clothes after spending a few hours at Shatian Bridge, carrying a smell of smoke, and she did not enter the room.

She glared at her two sons with cold eyes, "Speak human language!"

Seeing the unmistakable Evil Qi on Huo Anqi and the spreading spiritual power from Huo Yao, these two rascals were clearly powerful despite being sealed.

Qin Ruan simply did not believe these two youngsters could not speak.

Huo Yao shivered, sensing his mother’s bad mood. He stepped back on the bare carpet behind Huo Anqi.

He not only hid behind but also pushed his brother’s back.

Huo Anqi stumbled forward, his small fists by his side tightly clenched. He turned his head and glared at Huo Yao behind him.

Qin Ruan leaned on the door, her serene gaze steadily watching them.

Huo Anqi, biting his baby teeth, unwillingly opened his mouth, "A reptile came, gave brother a scale, and then went to father’s room."

The little Crown Prince’s voice was crisp and whiny, sounding like he was acting coy.

However, Qin Ruan, as their mother, had no time to be surprised that her son could speak, as she turned and rushed towards the bedroom.

In the next room, the bedroom.

Changyuan stood silently by the bed, his blood-red eyes fixated on the man lying peacefully on the bed, his eyes closed in sleep.

In the dim light, his blood-red eyes flickered with a chilling danger. Seeing the Buddha Beads on San Ye’s wrist, his entire being was disturbed, his expression drastically changing, as if something unacceptable had happened.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open forcefully, and Changyuan’s figure shifted slightly, quickly disappearing from beside the bed.

Huo Yunjiao, who had been sleeping soundly in the bed, was awoken by the sudden noise, opening his calm and undisturbed eyes, slightly squinting at Qin Ruan approaching.

He rubbed his temple, his voice hoarse, "You’re back."

Huo Yunjiao did not mind the noise made by Qin Ruan, his tone carrying a faint care.

Qin Ruan’s cold eyes glanced toward the direction of the French window, meeting the hidden Changyuan’s deep red eyes.

She sat on the bed, holding San Ye’s wrist, and softly said, "Did I wake you up?"

Qin Ruan returned home full of fiery anger, which was evident at a glance.

Huo Yunjiao grabbed her hand, sitting up against the headboard, observing her face filled with fury and couldn’t help but laugh, "Why are you so angry, who has upset you?"

His voice was mellow and deep, very pleasing to the ear, mixed with a husky tone of just waking up, both lazy and sexy.