Jin Zhao indifferently sent the princess down the steps. His repulsion and vigilance towards Su Ya were so obvious that even when the admiral was not present, the hatred in his eyes was not deliberately concealed at all. Those dark eyes were full of sarcasm.
All members of the royal family, to him, are the source of bad luck.
Princess Suya was already sensitive, so she could naturally feel this, but she didn't say anything, and turned around and got into her car with a trace of complicated emotions.
Jin Zhao turned around, and the people around were pointing at him again, when a few servants bumped into him, they frowned and ran away in disgust as if they had bumped into a ghost. But he didn't care about it at all.
He won't leave here.
Even if the admiral's little bit of tenderness and compassion would be withdrawn at any time, he would hold on to it tightly. He will never leave.
He stepped up the steps, went back to the second floor, and sat down on the top floor.
The figure was long and dragged on the ground alone.
Jin Zhao stared at the well-grown flowers on the window sill, and even spread their branches into the house, but there was a gloomy color on his eyebrows.
A creepy and terrifying monster like him has no right to be contaminated by these flowers. But there is always someone who is qualified. There is a man who stands in the sun, having all the blessings and blessings, but still not enough, still not satisfied, and comes to take away the last morsel of what he desires—something that makes him tremble at the mere touch of it.
He is jealous.
It wasn't the emotion that was supposed to be present in him. Like the general's hugs, food, ointments, and kindness, those are not things that should be given to him. He has been crawling under the abyss for a long time, and has had so many nightmares that he no longer expects someone to stretch out a hand and pull him out.
But the life-saving straw suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he still wanted to grab it, even though the struggle looked ugly and extremely greedy. He's got something he's never had, something he didn't expect, and he should be content, but he can't. He couldn't be satisfied.
He wanted more - from that man.
**
After drinking a cup of tea, the protagonist hasn't come back yet, so he couldn't help but go out. As soon as he went out, he saw the protagonist sitting in the corridor at the end of the corridor, motionless.
I don't know if it was Rong Wan's illusion, but the golden and warm sunlight came in from the window, but it didn't fall on the protagonist. The protagonist's back looks dark and gloomy, as if he will drag the people around him into the abyss at any time.
The protagonist soon noticed the movement behind him, turned his head to take a look, and the moment his eyes fell on Rong Wan, the feeling of gloom disappeared for a little bit inexplicably.
He stood up and walked towards Rong Wan.
Rong Wan suppressed the momentary trance in his heart and pointed to the room: "Come here and help me copy the book."
All he put on the table were some floor plans provided by the system and the time for the royal guards to change shifts. The royal rules were cumbersome, and these things were put together in a thick stack. I didn't really understand the content of the text in this world, so I couldn't help but have one head and two big.
He wants the protagonist to remember these things, so that when he gets the pass, he can get his things smoothly. But it can't be explicitly stated, the only way to let the protagonist remember.
He believes the main character is smart enough.
Sure enough, the first moment the protagonist glanced at those blueprints, the expression in his dark eyes changed slightly, but he quickly adjusted and returned to his original appearance. His memory is good enough. Even though he has been brainwashed several times on the battlefield, he still remembers the scene of entering the royal family when he was a child. It was just that he was able to enter the range of the royal family at that time, and it was only the range that the royal family wanted their noble children to enter.
But now, in front of them are those addresses that the royal family has never revealed.
After taking a panoramic view of the protagonist's reaction, Rong Wan took out a box of things from under the desk, opened it, and said blankly, "I'll copy it later, you should read this first."
That box of things is a spiritual power ball, which is transparent and shining with a faint luster.
Each one is priceless!
It must be eye-catching to buy so many mental power balls from Zhu Jing's account at once, so Rong Wan let the beep system invade General Us' system, and bought these spirit balls with General Us's account without anyone knowing it. Powerball spent billions of interstellar coins. If the royal family investigates at that time, General Wu Si can delay it for a while.
Now the main character's source of mental power has been deprived. If it is an ordinary person, there is no way to absorb these mental power balls to replenish mental power.
But Rong Wan knows that the protagonist is not an ordinary person.
When he was tied to the gallows in the ending, his spiritual power suddenly exploded, causing the entire empire to be wiped out, because another source of spiritual power had already begun to grow in his body!
Putting this on others is simply something that is so unbelievable that I dare not even think about it! After being dug out of the source of spiritual power, another one was formed directly!
Therefore, as long as he continues to replenish his mental power, the source of mental power in his body will be restored as soon as possible. By then, it will be a breeze to reverse the ending of the newspaper.
Rong Wan deeply felt that now he was only laying bricks and stones for the protagonist on the way to pave the way for the protagonist to develop his golden fingers.
However, the protagonist has not moved for a long time—
Jin Zhao stared at those mental power balls, his pupils shrank sharply.
He knows what that means.
When he was still in prison, he hated and desperately thought more than once that if his spiritual power was still there, he would kill those people with his own hands. Or, instead of killing, torture him for a long time, just like those people treated him, inflict suffering on those people thousands and hundreds of times, and get back with revenge. He is not a soft man.
But his source of mental power had been taken away long ago, and he didn't have that chance.
However, what is placed in front of him now is a whole box of mental power balls. To him, it is more urgently needed than the ointment for healing wounds. The admiral really spent hundreds of millions of assets and gave him all these things? Jin Zhao's breath was short for a second, but it was not because of these mental power balls, but because of the person in front of him.
Admiral is planning to...
The worst case scenario was that the general felt that the beast was difficult to train, so he gave him these spirit balls and sent him away from the mansion.
Or just to test, stuff a dagger into his palm and test what he will do. In any case, he is a threat to all the royal family including Princess Suya after all.
He couldn't help but tense up.
He stared at the admiral without saying a word, as if waiting to be sentenced to death, forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he stared at his admiral.
Until the admiral speaks.
"I hope you can recover your mental strength."
"And be free again."
Rong Wan's voice has the usual deep magnetism, mixed with some things that are not Admiral Zhu Jing, but his unique speaking habits. The tail sound is slightly raised, and it seems to have no attack power. At any rate, he has acted in some dramas, and he knows that he has a good voice. Even with Zhu Jing's voice, he can clearly convey his emotions.
Jin Zhao's pitch-black curled eyelashes trembled suddenly, and even his soul froze for a second.
-free
He thought that in this world, no one would think that these two words could belong to a person like him, who was born with original sin.
**
Rong Wan spoke again: "Stretch out your hand."
It's not the tone of command, but the unique tone that belongs to the general, which means, I will not hurt you.
Jin Zhao's knuckles moved stiffly. His life was full of killing and suspicion. He never took the initiative to trust anyone. But now... this person in front of me...
He slowly reached out.
The scars on his hand have disappeared completely, only faint traces and pale knuckles still remind the owner of this hand of bad luck.
Without any hesitation, Rong Wan directly took his hand, and gently placed it on the spirit ball, saying, "Close your eyes."
In an instant, spiritual power poured into Jin Zhao's body that lacked mental power for a long time and was like a dry exhaust fan.
Now Zhao was extremely stiff, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.
After closing his eyes, all senses became sharper, and he clearly felt the temperature and veins of the general's palm attached to the back of his cold hand.
—The admiral took his hand again. So without hesitation.
He trembled slightly, and through the warm skin, he could clearly hear the blood flowing from the general's palm, it was scorching hot and could melt everything. That feeling made him addicted in an instant, and a crazy desire suddenly surged in his heart.
Jin Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, but the general hadn't opened his eyes yet.
He stared at the general's face, outlining the other's outline greedily and morbidly.
—It would be nice if it could be possessed.
—It would be nice if I could keep possession.
**
After Rong finished, I could feel that after replenishing some spiritual power, the spiritual power source in the protagonist's body suddenly grew wildly like weeds rooted in a desolate land met with spring rain. Originally, the protagonist is the most tenacious person in the world. You only need to lift some bricks on his head that make him breathless, and he will become stronger and stronger.
Before getting the energy source, maybe he can restore the previous unstoppable state.
With the mental strength of Zhu Jing's body, when he saw the protagonist covered in scars for the first time, he could barely suppress the protagonist. But after the protagonist took two mental power balls, Rong Wan felt that his soaring mental power was almost on par with Zhu Jing——
This is not all due to the mental power ball, but he himself has the most tenacious power to resist fate.
After reading his seven million words of suffering, he has seen him struggle and hate, but he has never seen him give up and surrender to fate.
Seeing the paleness on the protagonist's face had obviously faded a lot after Rong finished, he felt a little proud of his protagonist in his heart.
He let go of his hand, handed the box of spirit balls and blueprints to the protagonist, and said calmly: "From now on, all the cleaning will be done after I leave the mansion. When I am in the mansion, you come to my room to copy."
Jin Zhao froze for a moment, then nodded.
—In this way, I can often go in and out of the general's room.
"That's it for today, you go out." After drinking the coffee in the cup, Rong put it on the table, then walked to the window, picked up the flower bucket, and took care of the flowers with his own hands.
After all, I have been in this world for so long, apart from contacting the protagonist and finding ways to complete tasks, I am so bored that I can only plant flowers and grow grass.
Jin Zhao stood behind him for a while, and his eyes fell on the cup on the table.
His throat moved, and he picked up the cup mysteriously.
After closing the door, Jin Zhao stood in the corridor, unconsciously rubbing the marks on the cup where the general kissed him with his fingertips, and the faint water stains on it stained his thumb and disappeared soon. His fingertips were burning hot. There was also a hint of longing on his pale and gloomy face.
At this moment, he was finally very clear about his desire.
He wanted to hold on to that person, like holding on to the last straw.
Whether it is a slave, a weapon, or driving away those around him like stinky flies, he will use all means.
**
In the next few days, in order to allow the protagonist to concentrate on absorbing mental power, Rong Wan tried his best to push away those annoying military affairs and stay in the mansion. But I don't know if it's his illusion, the number of times the protagonist appeared in front of him has increased significantly, far exceeding the total of the previous half a month. And uncharacteristically, when the protagonist was just brought back by him before, let alone staring at him, even if they met occasionally, it would be mixed with all kinds of hatred and gloom, but now—
early morning.
Rong Wan is a person who is used to sleeping in. He was in another world before. But Zhu Jing in this world is obviously not. This body woke up when it was still daylight, and his consciousness has not yet awakened. He sat up on the bed, still a little dazed.
The door was knocked lightly three times, and Rong Wan subconsciously said, "Come in."
He watched sleepily as the protagonist came in with an iron, took out a few sets of uniforms from the closet, and began to iron them. The steam rose slowly, and the technique was not very familiar, and even a little stiff, but the ironing was finished soon after all. Immediately, the protagonist brought over the uniform and military boots he usually wears, and knelt down on one knee beside the bed.
Rong Wan didn't realize what the protagonist was going to do—
The protagonist began to hold his hands up and put the uniform on for him, followed by pants and shoes.
When he reacted belatedly, the protagonist was putting on boots for him, his right foot rested on the protagonist's knee, and the protagonist lowered his head. From his angle, he could only see the protagonist's star-black eyebrows and That silver mask, but the expression of the protagonist cannot be seen.
Waiting for Rong Wan to wake up for a moment, he:? ?
Rong Wan didn't dare to withdraw his feet, because the strength of the protagonist's grip on his ankle was neither light nor heavy. His mind went blank, and he contacted the system in a hurry: "What is the protagonist doing? Is my brain suddenly broken after absorbing too much mental power? This Isn’t it something a slave would do? Doesn’t he hate being treated like a slave the most? Also, cnm, didn’t I already find the heroine for him?!”
The system hesitated to speak: "..."
The author has something to say: Jin Zhao: God, I have nothing else to ask for, please give him to me.
Shenming: I can jio, and the arrangements are made.
Rongwan: I think... (People who don't have a right to speak are dragged out)
Princess Suya and Lu Sujun: cnm, I think Bu Xing! ! ! !
System: (hesitant to speak)
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Our protagonist finally understands his ultimate goal, and it's time to act.