The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Actually, this time the Dark Council came to find Wang Dadong mostly as a warning, though the content of the trial was present, it was more of a formality.

What Wang Dadong didn't expect was that an old friend of his had become a member of the Dark Council.

For the background of this old friend, Wang Dadong knew nothing, only her name.

Binglan.

A very special name, of course, it's more likely to be a false name.

This woman was very similar to Wang Dadong in character, also possessing a violent tendency. Unlike Wang Dadong, whose violent tendency was hidden, Binglan's was very apparent.

Her greatest pleasure was killing; she craved blood, addicted to combat.

If she didn't see blood for a day, it was like suffering a drug addiction, worse than death.

Such a disruptive presence in the world ultimately became a judge in the Dark World, which felt slightly unscientific.

Wang Dadong looked down at the countless intersecting scars on his body and shook his head helplessly.

So many years have passed, Binglan's killing addiction has been curbed, but her unique "hobby" seemed unchanged.

Rolling in bed with Binglan did indeed have a pleasure other women could not match.

But it came at a cost.

The cost was the addition of hundreds of wounds on his body.

These wounds were all caused in the past hour.

By Binglan, with her fingernails deeply clawing on him, and her teeth biting.

Probably it was just him; if it were another man, it would likely only take a few minutes before dying on Binglan's snow-white belly.

Of course, Wang Dadong wasn't entirely a victim, because when Binglan hurt him, he also left marks on Binglan.

Though he didn't use his nails, it was all bite marks.

It wasn't that he liked it, but Binglan wanted it.

She didn't just want him to bite; it had to be real, blood-drawing bites.

However, compared to the madness the two used to have, it had already reined in quite a bit.

With Binglan, Wang Dadong had only one feeling.

That was violence.

Very violent, if someone who didn't know saw it, they'd think the two had deep-seated hatred, trying to kill each other.

In fact, the two were almost about to kill each other.

Wang Dadong still clearly remembered one time, when things got the craziest, he actually broke Binglan's arm.

He thought Binglan would be angry with him, yet she later told him it was the best time she'd had with him.

This woman brought Wang Dadong a thrill unmatched by anyone, but his violence was much weaker than Binglan's. Once in a while was fine, but if it happened often, even his Sacred Body couldn't handle it.

"After all this time, the golden blood hasn't recovered, it seems that unless absolutely necessary in the future, I must not use the golden blood." Wang Dadong murmured to himself.

Having lost the golden blood, not only did his strength regress to the Saint Realm, but his self-healing power became significantly worse.

"Soya, I wonder if your injury has healed…" Wang Dadong thought about Soya again; it had been several months since she was taken back to the Twilight Tribe, yet there has been no news.

This time he returned home, if there was still no news of Soya, he'd have to go to the Twilight Tribe personally.

The last time Soya was severely injured, he had to ensure her well-being to be at ease.

Two days later, Wang Dadong received an international delivery; without thinking, he knew it was the fake Holy Medicine sent by Poppy.

Originally, he planned to give it to Mila on the third day, because he knew as soon as Mila got the Holy Medicine, she'd definitely leave immediately.

He hoped Mila could leave after the Princess's coronation ceremony; with her there, if anything went wrong during the ceremony, it would be good to have an extra person to help.

But the next day, Mila came to see him.

Seeing Mila's anticipating eyes, Wang Dadong had no choice but to give the counterfeit Holy Medicine to Mila.

He guessed right, as soon as Mila got the Holy Medicine, she left immediately.

It was evident that Mila cared very much about her brother.

The third day, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled, appearing very ceremonious.

Due to Wang Dadong's status, he had to attend the coronation ceremony.

"Um, Julia, I don't have to go up there, right?" As the ceremony started, Wang Dadong awkwardly looked at Julia.

Julia had previously said she wanted him to be the Princess Consort; he thought she was just saying it, but he didn't expect Julia was serious.

Today, during the coronation ceremony, she wanted to take him up there.

A grown man, being a Princess Consort, plus the King is a thirteen-year-old girl, somehow it felt he'd be a super beast if he went up.

"No way, Brother Dadong, as the Prince Consort, you must go up for the coronation ceremony." Julia said very seriously.

"Um, Julia, how about I don't be the Prince Consort?" Wang Dadong's forehead was sweating slightly.

"That's even less possible; a king's word is sacred, I have already declared to the world you are my Prince Consort, if I suddenly change my mind, it would be a breach of trust with the people." Julia's tender face showed seriousness.

"Brother Dong, you should hurry up, if you don't go, I'll go instead." King Kong said anxiously seeing Wang Dadong's hesitant look.

Though it's just a small country, it's still a country, right? Moreover, the King is so pretty, where could one find such a good thing?

"Damn, Julia is only thirteen years old, how could you bring yourself to do it?" Wang Dadong glanced at King Kong with irritation.

"Hehe, Brother Dong, though thirteen is a bit... but this country's laws are different from ours; thirteen is already an adult, capable of marrying someone."

"Not gonna happen, anyway, I'm not going, whoever wants to go can go." Wang Dadong resolutely refused to be a beast.

"Alright then, since Brother Dadong doesn't want to go, Julia won't be King either." Julia bit her lips.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dadong suddenly felt his head swell, saying, "Well, Julia, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you, you are the monarch, you mustn't be willful."

"I am not willful; I promised Brother Dadong that if I could become King, I'd make you Princess Consort." Julia pouted.

"Uh, I thought you were joking."

"But Julia is serious." Julia's big eyes were filled with sincerity.

For a moment, Wang Dadong didn't know what to say.

Could it be that this little girl really wants him to marry her? But you're only thirteen, okay?

Even if you have to promise yourself, wait until you grow up, okay?

"Julia, you know that Sister Piaoxue and I..." Wang Dadong was still doing his last bit of struggling.

"That's okay, you can be Julia's Princess Consort, and still be with Sister Piaoxue."