Within the sleeve, fresh red blood trickled down the tender arm, dropping precisely onto the back of Gu Xuanye's hand.
The breath, suddenly caught.
"Little Devil? Little Devil, what happened to you?!"
There was no response from behind, the little hand that had been clinging to Gu Xuanye's neck weakly slipped away...
The surrounding parents had not yet realized what had happened when Gu Xuanye, swiftly carrying the Little Demon King away, was tightly shielded by his bodyguards, without letting a drop escape.
"Where did they go? Why did they suddenly leave?"
"No idea, but can we finally leave now?" the parents exchanged bewildered looks.
Outside the school gate, Gu Xuanye's motorcade sped away.
At that moment, the other parents, as if pardoned, clutched their children and ran faster than rabbits, fearing that if they were a second slower, Gu Xuanye might come back as if to strike again.
