Zhujing's mansion was already heavily guarded, and with the recent incidents happening one after another in Kyoto, Zhuyun transferred some people from his side to guard this side two days ago. Some of the guards came from Zhuyun's side, they didn't see Jin Zhao, they only saw a person squatting there, so they turned pale in shock, and hurried over to check with a flashlight.
The light of the flashlight shone on the man's face, but the man didn't respond, looking horrific.
Suddenly there were a few more guards in the way downstairs, the cold wind mixed with rain was blowing in from the window, Rong Wan suddenly woke up, and hurried downstairs: "Send those guards away."
Several guards were worried, and were about to approach cautiously, when a servant ran out of the mansion in a hurry, and whispered something to them, saying that the general told them to go away.
Although they didn't know why, they didn't dare to disobey the order, so they hurriedly took a detour as if they had never been here before.
It was quickly emptied.
Rong Wan only felt short of breath, afraid that when he went down, the protagonist would run away again. Walking to the entrance, I almost forgot to take my umbrella. Or two servants hurried over to prop him up—
He snatched it, then pushed the door and went out. The servants didn't know what the general was doing out so late, but they didn't dare to approach easily, so they went back to their houses in a sensible manner.
It was raining heavily, and Rong Wan walked over quickly holding an umbrella, and found that the protagonist's body was stained with blood again. I don't know if the previous wound burst open again, or something happened again. But fortunately, the protagonist doesn't seem to want to escape this time.
The surroundings were dark and dim, and he hugged his knees and curled up there, staring at himself in panic, with a feeling of discouragement exuding from his body. Like a desperate and injured cub, it was still bleeding, but ran back into the trap that clamped its legs, even if it would be killed here, it still yearned for a little bit of warmth here.
Rong Wan felt pain in his heart, but he was afraid of shocking him, so he walked slowly in front of him and covered half of the umbrella over his head.
"Come back with me." Rong Wan said.
Instead, the protagonist retreated subconsciously towards the wall, raised his head to look at him, his eyelashes with water drops trembled.
— that look.
Rong Wan only felt that those eyes were dead gray, without any vitality, as if he had accepted his fate. He has seen the protagonist who is desperate and gloomy, he has also seen the protagonist who is struggling with grief and anger, and this is the first time he has seen the protagonist who accepts his fate.
So his mouth suddenly started to be bitter, and he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull the protagonist up, so he could go into the room anyway, so that the wounds on his body would not be soaked in water and become inflamed. But before he could make a move, the person squatting on the ground stretched out a hand and carefully grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The fingers came together little by little, grasping his clothes tightly, and blood dripped down the palm. It was still trembling at first, but then it seemed to be firm, and the grip became tighter and tighter.
The owner of the hand had red eyes, stared at him, and looked at his expression uneasily. After making sure that there was no imaginary disgust on his face, he was able to breathe, blinked his eyelashes with difficulty, and water droplets hit the ground.
"General, I... I am willing to accept the punishment." The voice was dry and hoarse.
—He thought I was going to punish him
Rong Wan froze immediately, he suddenly came to his senses why the protagonist wanted to run away, the protagonist thought he was going to kill him—? Rong Wan looked down, and saw that the protagonist's posture in front of him was kneeling on one knee again. He had told the protagonist earlier that he didn't have to salute him like a slave, but the protagonist... the protagonist didn't dare to look at him anymore, lowered his head, and raised his other hand. In the darkness, Rong Wan noticed his two hands. The hands are brought together into a twisted shape. He finally escaped from the shackles, but what he meant at this time was that he was willing to be put on the shackles again.
Next, the protagonist almost stuttered word for word, trying to be clear, but the trembling voice fell into his ears intermittently.
"But I'm still useful, and I can do things that are inconvenient for you..."
Seemingly totally hopeless and ready to die, the protagonist speaks in a hoarse begging tone.
"I can do anything for you, so please..."
Jin Zhao spoke hastily, he decided that his voice was rough and ugly, and he only hoped that he would finish these words soon, so that the general would not hate his voice. But he longed for these to be clearly conveyed to the general's ears, because he was desperately trying to grab the last straw.
He shouldn't have run away, he should have stayed there begging like this until the general relented and let him stay. He was just too scared, not afraid of dying, but afraid of the general's eyes. After he escaped, he didn't see anyone chasing after him for a long time, and he felt very sad again. He always overestimated himself, just like when he thought his parents went out when he was a child, he really went to find food for himself.
He thought, even if the general wanted to drive him away, he should hang on like a mangy dog, so he went back again. But Lu Sujun's general has disappeared, and his heart is completely cold.
He didn't even feel desperate, because he stripped away all his extravagant hopes, stood in the most humble place, begging.
"General, please..."
-Please.
—let me stay by your side, or just stay a little longer.
The sound of rain hit Rong Wan like a whip, Rong Wan opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He has seen all the suffering the protagonist has experienced, whether it is sorrow or resentment, but he has never seen the protagonist begging like this, even the day Rong Wan brought him out of the military prison, what the protagonist was thinking about was how to get along with him Those people died together—this kind of protagonist, to some extent, never bowed his head in the face of bad luck, and never prayed for himself, but now, he will be careful to please, and he will be as desperate as he is now —
It's because of myself, to some extent, because of my incompetence.
Rong Wan felt extremely uncomfortable at the apex of his heart. He entered this world to change the fate of the protagonist, but at this moment he felt that what he had done was far from enough, as if he hadn't played much role. He feeds and drinks the protagonist, heals the protagonist's wounds, and gives small favors to the protagonist, but to the protagonist, those are like drinking poison to quench thirst.
The protagonist has been hungry for a long time and suffered many injuries, and can survive, but now the protagonist looks like he will not survive. He didn't give what the protagonist really wanted.
"I didn't intend to kill you, nor would I punish you." Rong Wan said with a dry throat. He squatted down, stared at the protagonist, and stretched out his thumb to wipe the corner of the protagonist's eyes.
The protagonist shook his head slowly, and after a while, he still said in that somewhat difficult voice: "It's okay."
Although Rong Wan didn't know what he was thinking, his lowered eyes looked like dead volcanoes, as if to say that no matter how the general treated him, he didn't care.
Say something quickly, say something quickly. Rong Wan has never urged himself so urgently before, he stretched out the hand that was not holding the umbrella, and grabbed the protagonist's shoulder, the rules did not make his temple tingle—why? Rong Wan faintly realized that as the protagonist's fate began to turn around, some of the rules imposed on him also changed, as if tacitly acquiescing that there is a relationship between Zhu Jing and the protagonist. But it was too late to think about it so much.
Jin Zhao was clasped by the shoulders, subconsciously tensed up—still afraid of being dealt with by the general. But he didn't move, as if resigned to his fate, there was dead silence, how did the general know that he was not afraid of being punished, nor was he afraid of being killed, but just wished to stay.
He didn't know what the general would say next.
He waited like he was waiting to be sentenced.
But every second of the general's silence lasted as long as a century. During this torment, his heart felt like a piece of lead, and he fell straight down, his hands and feet getting cold.
—Isn’t that enough
Jin Zhao thought almost hopelessly, it seemed that the general must have hated him, otherwise why would he not even want to punish him. If the general doesn't come to punish him, then he must be sent back to that abyss-like place. Let him know what it means to be overwhelmed. How could he be so stupid as to have a glimmer of hope, thinking that the general would choose him between Major Lu and him? That's good, it won't get the general's hands dirty...
Imazaki thought almost masochistically.
But just when he was about to be completely disheartened, he felt the general squeeze a little closer to him, and the hand that grabbed his shoulder was suddenly placed behind his back, stroking his back, and Like comforting a wounded cub. The temperature came instantly. When he realized the general's movement, his whole body was stiff, like a slate, not daring to move.
"I didn't blame you. I didn't want to blame you last night. I won't let others blame you in the future. Good people can tell right from wrong. Do you think your general is a good man? I am not. I don't know right from wrong. Those who favor me."
He heard his general say so.
Imaki's expression finally changed a little bit.
His eyelashes fluttered, his eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were red, he was a little dazed, he didn't know if he was hallucinating or what.
"There are so many slaves in the empire, even Zhufu has more than a hundred, but you are unique. Jin Zhao, you have some confidence in the general. I will not be like your parents, I won't be like others, I won't be like that. Abandon you as you think..." Rong Wan tried his best to organize his words, he originally thought that he could keep the protagonist by his side and slowly restore him to a normal person, but Rong Wan found that it was just that he was too superficial .
He has never experienced what happened to the protagonist, and he will never be able to empathize with him—so some words cannot be delayed any longer, and must be made clear. I thought it would be restricted by the rules, but now the rules have changed. At first, I thought it was unnecessary to say these words. The protagonist is so vigilant and would never believe it, but for the current protagonist, those words are life.
He saw that the protagonist's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heartbeat also suddenly accelerated. He raised his head slightly, as if trying to hear his words more clearly through the sound of broken rain.
So Rong Wan patted the protagonist's neck reassuringly. He had no doubt that if someone else touched the dangerous and fragile position of the protagonist, the protagonist would not hesitate to wring the other's neck. But for the protagonist, he is different.
Rong Wan is grateful for this difference, but at the same time, he also finds that from this moment, he has truly entered this world, and he seems to have developed some feelings for the protagonist.
He brushed the rainwater down the protagonist's back, wondering if it was because he hadn't slept well these days, some fragments of the original text flashed repeatedly in his mind, trembling with bitterness in his heart, he almost finished speaking in one breath: "I don't I don't think you are embarrassing, I don't think you are terrible, I will never hate you, and I will never abandon you."
"Jin Zhao." Rong Wan paused, and then said: "What happened to you before, it was their fault, not you. You don't need to bear the responsibility for the pain of others' faults. Even if you are wrong, you It has been redeemed. Your life should start anew.
—When he was a reader, he wanted to say these words to the protagonist.
Now Zhao looked at him in a daze, his eyes were red, and he couldn't believe what he heard was true. Jin Zhao completely thought he was dreaming, his breathing was extremely short of breath, he grasped Rong Wan's fingers even harder, until it was painful. But he didn't dare to let go, and was even more urgent, holding on tightly, as if holding on to the only bright light shining on him.
Every word the general said seemed to burn his soul.
No one ever said these things to him—
No, no one, nothing in the world can compare with the general.
When he managed to understand the general's first sentence, the general's last sentence caught him off guard, like sugar raining from the sky. With so many on his body, he felt so extravagant that he dared not pick them up.
He was reluctant to let go of every sentence, holding it in his heart as if he had stolen some treasure. But the general gave him so much that he hadn't gotten since he was born until now, and gave him all at once. He was so happy that he was going crazy, but at the same time he was afraid that it was really just a dream, and he would fall back in the next second.
—He killed a lot of people, he cursed fate, everyone, even himself because he was a monster.
—but the general told him it wasn't his fault.
Jin Zhao's nose is sore, and he has never had such a sore nose since he was born. There is no one around him who can share the pain, so he also blocks these feelings. But at this moment, he felt that his eyes and nose were sore.
He is like a person who is used to living in the gutter. He has long been used to others dumping rubbish and stepping on shoes there. But suddenly it was picked up by someone and placed in a clean and bright place. How can this be? Why was it so nice to him—? He only felt that he had suddenly reached the top of the cloud, and his heart was suddenly suspended to fear, but more of it was the ecstasy of blood rushing to the top of his scalp.
He had done something wrong, and he had dark thoughts about killing those around the general. He thought the general would hate him, he thought the general would not want him.
But neither.
He can still stay with the general.
… That's great.
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The rain was pouring.
Jin Zhao's eyes were red, his eyes fell softly on Rong Wan's body, his volcanic eyes finally came alive a little, he was willing to give everything for this person, and he was willing to die. Suddenly thought of something, he slowly raised his other hand, something transparent was condensing at the fingertips, and immediately, something as thin as a cicada's wing appeared on the top of their heads—
Those raindrops hit it, bounced off silently, and fell to the ground, no more pouring rainwater passed under the useless black umbrella and fell on Rong Wan.
Strong mental strength.
Rong Wan realized again, he rubbed the corner of the protagonist's eyes with his thumb, grabbed one of the protagonist's wrists, pulled him up from the ground, and said in a low voice, "Follow me back."
Imazhao's ears trembled again because of these four words, and he nodded slowly. The two walked through the dark rain, and Jin Zhao hadn't recovered from the shock and ecstasy. His eyes were glistening, and every step he took was like stepping on virtual clouds. The scorching breath belonging to the general from his wrist continued to radiate, making the crazy and twisted love in his heart even worse. He suddenly remembered something, and his eyes dimmed a bit.
— "But you're getting married."
Rong Wan's footsteps paused.
Jin Zhao was also taken aback suddenly, and found that he had actually said the sentence he wanted to say the most in his heart, and he even used that ridiculous voice. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the general hastily, but he didn't find any impatience on the general's face, so he was a little relieved. What he really wants to ask is, but you are getting married, will I still be by your side then.
Then he heard the general's voice, which was like a life-saving sentence to him.
"... Who said I would really marry him?" The general looked at him and said firmly, "I won't."
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System: "Host, the healing value of the target person has increased by 30, and the current value is 60."
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I feel like I can’t find the hand feel. The articles I have written recently are not as good as before. God, why! Kneel!
Then, this civilization has entered v, I hope Da Ga can continue to support it, and tomorrow will update 10,000 words before 10:30 in the morning as usual. Send out 300 red envelopes tomorrow (If there are no 300 comments, everyone will give some face as if you didn’t see this sentence hahaha, cover your face)
Between 100,000 and 150,000 characters in each world. There are still tens of thousands of words in the first world, and it will be written until Jinzhao eats the general. Then the copywriting for the next world was written, and the order of the world was changed. I planned to write about the poor campus, maybe a little bit more detailed, hoping to write something new and different from the first world.
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