Rong Wan intends to bring Jin Zhao back to the mansion.
The maglev train was speeding on the road, with the family crest of General Zhujing printed on the front of the car. Few people in the entire empire dared to offend, so the road was unimpeded.
Seeing that the always proud General Zhujing would actually help a slave with his own hands, the coachman thought it was extremely strange! But General Zhujing has always been abnormal, how can anyone know what he is thinking? So the coachman and several subordinates did not dare to speak nonsense.
in the car.
Rong Wan took off his blood-stained uniform, leaned on the back of the cushion, and looked at the protagonist silently.
Probably because the expression on his face was too non-aggressive, too peaceful, the left side of his brain suddenly felt tingling, and a sharp voice beeped: "It doesn't fit the perverted personality!"
Rong Wan was in so much pain that he almost broke his brain with his bare hands, he quickly switched to a look of cold eyes, staring at the protagonist gloomily—
The pain and voice in my head disappeared instantly.
Rong Wan: Fuck!
After acting in so many plays, this is really the first time to play the role of a young perverted general. It's really interesting.
But after such a toss, Rong Wan also figured out some loopholes in the rules. The rule's judgment on whether he is separated from Zhu Jing is only based on his face, eyes, and attitude. As long as he keeps imitating Zhu Jing, basically there will be no major problems. It couldn't be easier for an actor like him.
As for his behavior, the rules didn't seem to have many restrictions. After all, Zhu Jing was originally a very perverted person who was unpredictable, no matter what he did, it was not unusual.
In this way, it is only necessary to exploit the loopholes in the rules.
Rong Wan returned to focus on the main character.
In the original text, the scene where the protagonist is taken out of the prison by General Zhu Jing is only briefly mentioned, but what falls before Rong Wan's eyes is shockingly miserable. He seemed to have suffered hundreds of capital punishments, with heavy shackles on his hands and mouth, and the right eye was hollow, with only bone sockets and no eyeballs.
He knelt by the car door silently and coldly, looking like a cold, self-aware weapon abandoned in a corner.
After Rong Wan glanced at the soft cushion under his buttocks, then glanced at the hard iron sheet under the protagonist's blood-oozing knees, his face was cold and expressionless, but his heart was filled with a sense of guilt.
When he was acting, he couldn't bear to kneel for a little more than ten minutes, and asked his assistant to bind a thick bandage on his knee. But what about the protagonist
The bloody flesh on his body is completely real, and even the smell of blood seeps into the tip of Rong Wan's nose. Rong Wan can't imagine that when the torture of more than 800,000 words he has seen all become reality...
And this cold scrutiny fell into the eyes of the protagonist, and it turned into this uncertain general who was dissatisfied with him, and might step on his face hard in the next second—
On his broken fingertips, there was still a bit of the general's residual warmth, which was a warmth that monsters like him had never expected. But he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that the general took him back to treat him kindly.
A monster like him has never been treated well, and he does not deserve to be treated well. Those are unrealistic delusions. He has long understood this.
Maybe just for another kind of torture
So, when the general suddenly stood up and approached him, Jin Zhao lowered his head, but his whole body was tense and vigilant like a skinned beast.
He wanted to struggle, but the mental power that he had condensed desperately leaked out from his broken chest, hands and feet. A person without a source of mental power is like a trapped animal in a cage that can only be manipulated by others. A sense of despair surged into his chest, he clenched his fists tightly, his one eye was faintly red—
The expected torture did not come.
The admiral walked up to him, looked down at his terrifying face, and suddenly pulled out his cushion coldly and threw it on him.
Jin Zhao was stunned.
The cushion was made of animal fur, it was soft, and it fell on his knees, as gentle as if it was kissing his knees where the bones were exposed—
Rong Wan deliberately said: "This one is uncomfortable, I reward you."
Now Zhao froze suddenly, staring at the soft cushion, as if he was looking at some weirder monster than him.
After he was twelve years old, he hadn't lived a normal life, and he didn't know what it would feel like to touch even such an extremely ordinary cushion. It turned out to be so soft, with the warmth of an admiral, it would make his pale skin itchy, it was almost shockingly warm.
He belatedly realized, not torture? But treat it kindly
After finishing all this, Rong arrogantly turned around in the car again, returned to his seat, and arrogantly crossed his long legs. He adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of General Fu's nose, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Sure enough, there was no tingling pain from the left temple, and his inference was true! What a clever little ghost he is!
Of course, when the protagonist cast a hesitant gaze, Rong Wan quickly restrained all the expressions on his face and switched to a gloomy and cold indifference. It's just that he was still looking at the protagonist from the corner of his eye, and saw the protagonist lowered his head, clutching the cushion tightly, the only remaining eye was so dark that people couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't move for a long time—
Still can't believe it.
Rong Wan felt a little sad for the protagonist, and at the same time scolded the author for cheating. He didn't force him, closed his eyes, leaned back on the back of the chair, breathed slowly and steadily, restrained part of his mental strength, and pretended to fall asleep.
If he stopped staring at the monster, the monster should feel less embarrassed and feel a little more at ease.
Sure enough, not long after he pretended to be in a deep sleep, Jin Zhao raised his head expressionlessly, and his eyes fell on him for a while. After confirming that there was no danger, he tightly held the cushion and carefully hid it in his arms.
It was just an ordinary soft cushion, but Jin Zhao stuck it on the skin of his palm hungrily and greedily. Fortunately, there was still a piece of intact skin in the palm of his right hand, and he could completely touch the soft down on the cushion, which was as warm as a small animal—this was something he had never had before.
But Jin Zhao knows that as a cold war machine, he should not have self-awareness, and should not expect so much.
So when he was about to get out of the car and before Admiral Zhujing opened it, he quickly let go of the cushion, returned to the corner, and returned to a numb dead body.
After getting off the car, Rong Wan was taken aback by the luxury of Zhu Jing's mansion. Although it has been described in the original text, it is mentioned that Admiral Zhu Jing is the youngest and most appreciated general in the entire empire, no matter his status or family background, he is an existence that cannot be ignored. But the mansion with the giant spaceship in front of him is still shocking—no wonder in the military prison, even though Us hated him so much, he still gave him the protagonist.
Zhu Jing also has the right to life and death. With his abnormality, it is normal to throw out the remains of two slaves or servants from the mansion at every turn.
Therefore, when they returned to the mansion with the slaves they personally selected from the prison, the subordinates, subordinates, and slaves in the mansion saw the bloody and bloody scene on Jin Zhao's body, but they all took it easy and took it for granted.
Rong Wan roughly ran through the original text in his mind.
In this empire, the general's bodyguards and subordinates have certain rights. There are more than a dozen subordinates in this mansion, and each of them lives in two or three rooms.
As for the servants in charge of the work, although they could be beaten and scolded by others, they could still work, eat, and receive salaries. A dozen of them lived in a Datong shop. There are a total of more than one hundred servants like this in this mansion, basically only a dozen or so of them who are very miserable can squeeze into a Datong shop.
The worst is naturally slaves—
Those are all prisoners captured from other countries, fugitives from the war a few years ago, criminals, and even the protagonist, who has been deprived of self-awareness as a war machine.
These slaves can say that their rights and freedoms are inferior to pigs and dogs. People in the upper class want them to die, and they will not live to the next second.
Before the arrival of Jinzhao, there were more than 20 slaves in the mansion, most of them were given to Admiral Zhujing, and some were captured by Admiral Zhujing during his march.
These twenty or so slaves lived in a small basement, and they were not allowed to come out unless the general summoned them. All the food and water were only sent in through the small ventilation holes.
It can be said that it is no different from being locked up in prison.
It is definitely impossible for the protagonist to mix with the former slaves in the dark and damp basement. It is undoubtedly adding salt to the extremely serious wounds on the protagonist's body, although in terms of the protagonist's tenacious vitality, death is impossible Yes, but he will definitely resent General Zhujing even more.
And in the next few days, the wounds on the protagonist's body must be healed, and his eyes must be healed.
So after thinking about it, Rong called a servant and ordered: "Clean up the room next to me and let this person live in."
He has his own floor, and all the rooms have the softest and most advanced facilities. Even if these servants are lazy and don't prepare towels and the like for the protagonist, there are also in the room, and there are automatic robots for cleaning.
So this arrangement is the best.
That servant was the head of more than a hundred servants. Hearing the general's order, his eyes widened in surprise, and at the same time, his eyes swept over the slave brought back by the general—
No matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary slave, even more sickly than ordinary slaves, and he still has only one eye. How did you get such superior treatment
"What are you doing in a daze, do you still need me to teach you how to do it?" Rong Wan frowned gloomily according to Zhu Jing's character.
The servant trembled suddenly, his legs almost went limp, he hastily called the two people next to him, and pushed the protagonist upstairs. This empire does not have the habit of treating slaves kindly. Even servants think they are superior to slaves, so these three people are very powerful.
The protagonist was helped out of the prison by Rong Wan. His condition was very clear to Rong Wan. His legs were almost crippled, with spikes pierced through them, and he endured three times the pain that ordinary people could not bear when walking.
So these people pushed the protagonist into the room, and the protagonist almost fell down the stairs halfway, the white bones exposed on his knees were clearly visible, and a small piece of flesh hanging beside him was bleeding again.
"It's annoying." One of the servants kicked him.
Rong Wan frowned, and his face darkened a bit. The subordinates and servants next to him didn't know what happened, they just thought that the general was in a bad mood, so they didn't dare to go up to make trouble.
But those three people turned their backs to him, how could they know that his expression was extremely ugly.
Because Rong Wan thought about it, after the perverted general Zhu Jing brought the protagonist back to the mansion to torture, the biggest torture did not come from him, because he was busy with work, how could he have so much time to find a little slave to vent
Instead, the biggest torment came from the servants and subordinates in the mansion—these people did not treat the slaves as human beings, and often beat and scolded the slaves to vent their anger.
As soon as he brought the protagonist home, some of his servants dared to treat the protagonist like this in front of him. After that, he went to the royal family, leaving the protagonist at home alone, so what
Previously, Zhu Jing always ignored the little things between servants and slaves, but now Rong Wan can't care so much.
With a gloomy face, he walked over quickly.
The three servants only felt a chill behind them, and they didn't know what happened, so they were pushed away from behind by the general, bumped into the wall, and they almost fell down the stairs. They were startled, not knowing how they had angered the general, so they knelt down and begged for mercy.
Rong Wan didn't want to target them.
He stared at the protagonist on the ground, who was panting heavily, stretched thin pale fingers in a strange shape, trying to grab the handrail, and climbed up with difficulty. But his hands were still locked by the chain magnets, and any movement was futile.
The main character's legs were broken before being offered up in prison, and he couldn't stand up. The struggling appearance was very ugly, terrifying and painful.
He raised his head, the scarlet eye was filled with hatred—
Rong Wan couldn't help being stunned for a second, but just for this second of hesitation, his right brain was punished, causing severe pain, so painful that his brain was about to explode.
He cursed secretly, bent down quickly, picked up the protagonist's disabled and sickly leg with one hand, and wrapped his arms around the protagonist's arm with the other, hugging him up. The whole process was very short and easy. After all, the protagonist is now so skinny that he can easily be strangled in his arms.
"Go away." He said to the servants behind him with a cold expression.
The servants were so shocked that they fled away. There are still many servants and subordinates in the yard, all of them can't believe it! What happened to their general? How could he treat a slave so kindly? He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, not to mention picking up a filthy slave, even a little bit close to a slave has to wear gloves!
What's the matter now? Could it be that there is something special about this slave
But that slave—
It obviously doesn't look like anything special, it even looks like an untamable monster!
And the slave was held in Rong Wan's arms, also shocked to the point where he forgot to struggle.
His only good eyeball turned stiffly, and his eyes fell on his messy body covered in blood scabs and mottled, and then on the admiral's meticulously tailored uniform. The contrast between high and dirty is too obvious. But he smelled the breath of this person in his nose, it was scorching hot, with the imposing manner of driving straight into it, as if it was going to burn him—
... This person actually hugged him
It's just a bedbug or a stinky mouse in the gutter that everyone screams and beats, and is trapped in an airtight sewer... Doesn't this person think it's dirty
Jin Zhao's whole body was as stiff as an iron plate. Even though he still thinks that this is just a different kind of gentle illusion before Admiral Zhu Jing tortured him, he still couldn't restrain himself, and the hand that hung down lightly grasped, as if trying to grab something.
He has never experienced the feeling of being hugged. So even if it was a charity before the storm, he temporarily put down his guard.
He knew he was being ridiculous.
He stared at the bricks on the ground, a gloomy look appeared on his pale and sickly face.
I was carried step by step into a clean room. His throat seemed to be blocked by a blood clot, and his whole body was stiff.
The author has something to say: Rong Wan: I am such a clever little ghost!
Jin Zhao: Aww!
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