The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C220: Unfortunate Encounters with Sang Feiwan

A premium piece of human skin must be peeled from the body of a breathtaking beauty. Snowy complexion, flawless skin, delicate and smooth—only then can an extraordinary painting be created.

Baili Duyue felt Sang Feiwan's palm tightly covering the back of his hand, exquisitely warm and confirming the quality of superior skin, far superior to that of Duan Yang. However, among the useless flower vases in the backyard, there unexpectedly emerged one that was barely passable. Would it not be a waste to peel that one?

Baili Duyue's expression remained unchanged, his thoughts inscrutable.

Sang Feiwan had just spoken intimately into his ear, his tone low and enticing, reminiscent of the enchanting tales of Liaozhai. They had nearly touched just now, but before Baili Duyue could reprimand him for his audacity, Sang Feiwan had skillfully stepped back, creating distance between them.

It seemed as if Sang Feiwan had approached merely to have a conversation, devoid of any ulterior motives, and his expression remained calm and unaffected. The ambiguous and suggestive words appeared to be a figment of Baili Duyue's imagination.

"The Lord's painting skills are exquisite and reach the pinnacle, deserving the finest ink and paper. Duan Yang's skin has already been stained with the ink of a thousand years, akin to a tainted white paper. Being a person is hard enough, let alone painting?"

Sang Feiwan stood confidently in the hall, his words not only complimenting Baili Duyue but also subtly criticizing Duan Yang for being morally deficient. Moreover, he managed to secure a favor, making the situation quite clever.

Laughter echoed discreetly around them, not directed at Sang Feiwan this time but at Duan Yang, lying on the ground, having lost both face and dignity.

They say a barking dog seldom bites; Duan Yang usually appeared foolish and honest, but who would have thought he harbored such sinister intentions? Truly both foolish and wicked.

Upon hearing Sang Feiwan's artful arguments, Baili Duyue, with an enigmatic expression, asked, "So, according to you, should I spare him?"

Sang Feiwan lowered his head and smiled without speaking. He knew Baili Duyue had accepted his words. Peeling human skin was no simple task; it required the skills of the world's top craftsmen to remove flesh from bone without causing harm. For a mere Duan Yang, it was not worth the effort, and why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

Furthermore, Duan Yang was the original protagonist of the book, and with the protagonist's halo, it shouldn't be so easy for him to die, right?

As expected, Baili Duyue didn't kill Duan Yang. He turned around and returned to his seat, withholding even a single glance, as if the other party were just a speck of dust, giving a light command, "No need to kill him. Take him away, give him eighty strokes, and banish him from the royal city."

Eighty strokes, for ordinary people without spiritual protection, would undoubtedly result in broken tendons and bones. It was clear that preserving one's life under Baili Duyue's rule wasn't an easy task. However, Duan Yang, with his "extraordinary talent," strong and robust, should be able to endure it?

Sang Feiwan watched as Duan Yang was dragged out by the guards. He couldn't help but be curious about whether the world's destiny truly offered protection to the main characters. If Duan Yang died, that would be excellent. But if he survived, did that mean the protagonist's halo automatically helped him avoid all danger?

Lost in thought, Sang Feiwan was abruptly nudged on the arm, and the steward's reprimanding voice sounded in his ear, "What are you daydreaming for? Haven't you heard the Lord ordering us to withdraw!"