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Chapter 226 Follow Me, Pursue You

All the charm that the man exudes now is like a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden that seduces people with an ulterior motive. As long as Wenxiu Lord is touched, the snake's temptation will take advantage of the situation.

It only took a moment for him to lose consciousness. Although Tom Riddle was very handsome and had the charm of a superior and mature man, Wenxiu Lord quickly calmed down.

Thanks to Sirius who often seduced him with his handsome face, and thanks to Lucius who was equally good-looking, Wenxiu Lord now has antibodies against handsome guys.

The young man sat upright, listening attentively.

The man who had held great power for a long time had been in a superior position for too long. Although he tried his best to hide his arrogance, the words he spoke still had a tone of charity and command.

"I want you to follow me."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, like mellow and smooth hot chocolate, bitter with a sweet aftertaste, making people want to taste it over and over again.

When it comes to profit, the boy's identity changes from an admirer to a businessman.

The excitement in his eyes from seeing his idol quickly cooled, replaced by scrutiny and evaluation.

"Mr. Voldemort, I am a businessman. What will I gain if I follow you?"

Wenxiu Lord's words were too blunt and merciless, as if the person who had just shown the fanatical attitude was not him.

Riddle's eyes flashed with annoyance and displeasure. He thought it would be easy to master, and he had lost some interest. He didn't expect the boy to react like this and give such an answer.

Unhappy but more excited at the same time, the boy was a rational businessman, and Riddle wanted to see him completely submit to him.

Making an "ambitious man" bow down to him made Riddle's pupils shrink with excitement, as if he had found the satisfaction that burst out from the depths of his soul when he conquered Abraxas Malfoy.

The wand in his hand twirled between his fingers, "You are a businessman. Following me can bring you greater benefits."

His answer was equally straightforward. Isn't this also a game?

The deep eyes were flowing with dark colors, and the corners of the man's lips seemed straight and without ripples, but after observing for a long time, it seemed that ripples were appearing.

"Follow me, and I will bring you the currency of the Muggle society, the money of the wizarding world, and the honor of this world. You will become the synonym of wealth."

Since you have chosen Pingbai, just spread out your chips. Both parties are evenly matched, and only cooperation can bring greater benefits.

Vincent Lord was somewhat surprised that the man opposite him could answer the question calmly. He thought Riddle would just pull out his wand, put it against his throat and threaten him with Cruciatus and Avada.

A small step of successful testing is a big step on the progress bar of committing suicide. Countless suicidal thoughts kept popping up in his mind. Wenxiu Lord was hesitant to speak, and wanted to madly test the edge of danger.

He needed the next strong dose of medicine to give him a more accurate understanding of Riddle's current spiritual condition.

The silver-haired boy smiled slightly, and the family head ring on his finger turned and rubbed against his flesh. "I am not only a businessman, but also a greedy and lustful businessman."

The tea on the coffee table has gone cold and no longer emits heat. Its cold calmness reflects the defenses beneath the boy's infatuated smile.

"With your strength, I will naturally believe that everything you promise will come true."

The young man stopped turning the ring on his hand, supported himself on the sofa with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and his silver-gray eyes were filled with tenderness.

"If you are willing to give me a chance to pursue you, I think I would be more willing to cooperate with you."

It's about collaboration, not following.

Wenxiu Lord wanted the two men to stand at the same height, letting the man opposite him enjoy the process of conquering him, relaxing his vigilance, and controlling his throat when he was unaware.

Now, the boy needs to magnify his bargaining chips and make himself appear to the man as he thinks he is.

"You know, with my ability, I don't have to cooperate with you, and one day I will bring all the wealth in Europe to you."

He paused, leaned back under the man's increasingly cold gaze, and leaned back on the sofa.

“It means that half of the world’s wealth is in your hands.”

After saying this, Wenxiu Lord raised the corners of his lips and smiled wantonly, arrogantly as if what he wanted in the world was already within his reach.

Pretending to have such an expression was very difficult for Wenxiu Lord. He racked his brains to recall Lucius and Sirius, and combined their personalities, and barely managed to avoid being exposed.

The young man admired himself for daring to say such nonsense. With one hand, he took out the magic wand from the space behind his back silently, and secretly watched the man opposite him.

The room fell into silence as the boy's voice died down. Tom Riddle's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, which made him hate warm environments and fireplaces that emitted endless heat in cold weather even more.

At this time, apart from the flickering candlelight in the room, the shadows in the corners were dark and gave rise to countless chills.

'Damn it!'

The boy's pride and ambition were not concealed at all, as if what he said was a prophecy that would surely come true in the future.

Riddle's scarlet eyes burst with murderous intent, his inner cruelty and bloodthirstiness were on the verge of exploding. He clenched the wand in his hand, and his voice no longer had the bewitching charm it had just now.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

It was hoarse and dangerous, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, spitting out its tongue and ready to inject venom into its prey at any time.

The man stood up, wand in his hand, looking down at the boy who was just a table away.

At an angle where the candlelight could not reach, the scarlet eyes were filled with coldness.

Vinciu Lord's whole body was tense. He was ready to jump at any time to avoid Avada, but he still pretended to be relaxed. He stood up and acted like a fool who was oblivious to the current atmosphere.

"Of course, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

Of course it's fake. Although Riddle is handsome, he is mentally ill, cruel and bloodthirsty. Not only is he heartless, he is also old. Not only is he old, but he will still be a green-skinned boiled egg in the future.

In terms of looks, he was as good as Sirius. In terms of talent, Venthu Lord felt that Severus was only slightly inferior to Riddle, and Severus was more emotionally stable than him. Remus was gentler than him. No matter how he thought about it, Venthu Lord would never fall in love at first sight with a lunatic just because of his face.

Wenxiu Lord really just wanted to test how crazy Tom Riddle was now, and use this excuse to leave. He didn't want to put on the shameful black robe too early.

Who could have thought that between killing him and torturing him, the man on the other side would choose plan C.

"can."

When this word came out of Riddle's throat, Wenxiu Lord felt like he was blind.

"what?"

The silver-haired boy opened his eyes slightly, and forgot to close his mouth after asking the question. One could see a small section of his tongue pressing against his pearly teeth, which was red, soft and warm.

Tom Riddle looked at Wenxiu Lord opposite him, with cold and evil thoughts emanating from his heart.

When he was studying at Hogwarts, there were a few people who were short-sighted enough to take a fancy to his face.

How did those people "disappear" in Hogwarts? Riddle couldn't remember clearly, but he only remembered that he harvested a lot of herbs in the Forbidden Forest in the second year.

A few years later, his identity as the heir of Slytherin was engraved in everyone's mind, and no one dared to speak nonsense since then.

He even missed it a little. This kind of suppressed murderous intent and evil thoughts were like fine wine, which could bring Riddle more satisfaction after it completely erupted.

Tom Riddle suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and decided that once he achieved his goal, he would torture the boy to the point where he wanted to live but could not, and wanted to die but could not.

"I said, I will give you the chance to pursue me."

Wenxiu Lord was dumbfounded. He now received good news and bad news.

The good news is that Tom Riddle is still rational. Specifically, he didn't shoot the Avada after saying such teasing words, and it seems that he has not yet split the Hufflepuff gold cup.

The bad news is that he was a little too rational, and in order to win me over, he actually agreed to my own nonsense.

No matter how flustered I was, I had to pretend to be overjoyed on my face, "That's great!"

The wand was retracted into space before he stood up, and the silver-haired boy paced excitedly, actually putting distance between himself and the man.

This murderous intent was comparable to the cooling power of an air conditioner. Wenxiu Lord didn't wear much to attend the wedding banquet today, and now he was cold all over, with his hands and feet freezing.

"We will definitely stand at the top of the world in the future!"

He moved quietly to the empty space behind the sofa, which was closest to the door and had no obstructions.

"Yes, I will definitely stand at the top of this world." Only me.

Tom Riddle's scarlet eyes were icy cold. He had already thought of how the boy in front of him would die.

A passionate businessman met a kindhearted reformer. The businessman gave up his own interests for love, and the reformer sacrificed his body for the future of the wizarding world.