Rong Wan frowned and rescued the protagonist from the group of slaves, in order to show off his majesty next time, so that those people would not dare to bully the protagonist in the future.
At first, he was worried that this approach would violate Admiral Zhu Yasushi's character design, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he walked into the room with the protagonist in his arms and there was no pain in the left side of his brain.
It seems that the group of servants didn't know Zhu Jing at all, they only thought that the general was so perverted that it was possible to do crazy things.
As soon as Rong Wan entered the room, he was taken aback by General Zhujing's extravagance. It was actually completely restored according to the description in the original text!
Thick impressionist murals, priceless glassware, and even the sheets on the bed are all made of bright red velvet—
A human skull hanging on the wall frightened Rong Wan even more.
The perverted general is really perverted!
Even Rong Wan has never seen such a luxurious style, let alone the slave in his arms.
Jin Zhao was in a trance for a while. The room is large, and even sunlight comes in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the ground to form a warm color. He was gently placed on the bed. The bed was clean and soft, so soft that it was unreal, not as cold and wet as the sharp and muddy prison floor.
He suspected he was dreaming.
He sat there stiffly, feeling that he was out of place in this room, as if the weapon used to kill was covered with a velvet blanket, which was unreasonable at all.
Everything is perfect, only he is ugly.
He has an urge to hide himself.
Rong Wan naturally felt the restraint on the protagonist's body. He stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the protagonist's shoulder—fortunately, after the initial contact just now, the protagonist seemed to be a little more relaxed towards him than others, so his body just froze. , and there was full alertness in his eyes, but there was no other overreaction.
After passing the temperature of the palm to him, Rong Wan squatted down, with a calm expression, and looked at the protagonist's remaining eye.
"Want to talk? Do you want to take off the shackle?" Rong Wan asked.
After he asked this sentence, a trace of shock and disbelief suddenly flashed in the protagonist's dark and bottomless eyes—
In the entire empire, slaves have no right to have a sense of autonomy. The master can use all means to torture the slaves, and the slaves cannot escape or hide, otherwise they will only end up in a worse end.
Naturally, there are slaves who hate all these unfair systems. Therefore, few masters will unshackle their slaves, which is likely to cause slaves to escape or counterattack.
Not to mention, monsters like Jin Zhao, who were once used as weapons in the empire's war.
Even if his mental power is deprived, the pleasure of killing people will remain in his memory. He is more dangerous than ordinary slaves.
It was like a dangerous weapon that could explode at any time. And now the admiral said he would unbolt the weapon for him
Jin Zhao tensed up all over, staring suspiciously and vigilantly at the young general in front of him, not sure what the other party wanted to do.
But his blood, which had been silent for a long time, did boil for a moment because of Rong Wan's proposal. If these things can disappear, his mental power may be able to barely accumulate a little—
But can those muzzles and handshakes used to tie animals really be removed from him
He was still hesitating, but in the next second, the admiral's hand approached, with strong mental strength and strength that could not be protested, he pressed the back of his head with one hand, and pulled his head closer. The strength was so great that it was irresistible, but the palm was warm, so it didn't cause any harm to him.
Even, that movement was gentle for such an unbearable monster like him, and the moment it came over it made him tremble a little.
With the other hand of the general, he inserted the key of the shackle, only to hear two "clicks", and the general opened the shackle.
Immediately afterwards the flails were opened.
Jin Zhao watched helplessly as the admiral pinched the two heavy shackles in his palms, and threw them into the corner without much hesitation.
Imazaki was suffocating for breath.
-become free
Perhaps it was because of suffering for too long, being trapped for too long, Jin Zhao turned his stiff eyeballs and looked at the sickly pale streak on his wrist that had been strangled because he hadn't seen the sun all year round. Realized that everything that limited his freedom of movement was lifted by this man? —is he free
No, he's not quite free yet, but at least he looks a little bit like a normal thing now.
His heart suddenly beat wildly, all the blood rushed to the top of his scalp, he raised his eyes and stared at the general quickly.
Even if the protagonist doesn't say a word, Rong Wan can tell from his detailed facial changes that he is really happy now. This happiness is very shallow, just because his hands and feet can move freely, and maybe next, when he is thirsty, he can let his lips get some water.
Even if he knew it, he was still a slave, now just moved from a small cage with no limbs to a larger one—
But the gloomy lifelessness of the protagonist still faded a little.
"You can move freely in this room, but it's best not to leave the door of this room." Rong Wan said lightly.
After all, it is also for the sake of the protagonist. The protagonist has been completely deprived of his spiritual power, and his body is too weak due to years of torture. If he leaves this room at will, he may be slightly insulted by some guards or servants in this mansion. Of course, when he is around, the protagonist can go out with him.
The protagonist, however, regarded his words as an order, lowered his head slightly in resistance, and the gloom in his eyes returned.
Rong Wan stood up and looked at the protagonist for a long while, seeing that his body was mottled with blood, with bruises and scabs, it was really unbearable, and his hair was also in a ball, so he had to wash it well.
So he went out, and in a cold tone ordered two servants to bring hot water, and ordered it not to be too hot. The two servants didn't dare to raise any objections, and came in with a huge bucket after a while.
The protagonist looked at the steaming wooden barrel, a little dazed.
There is a healing potion in the wooden barrel, and only half of it is poured in by the servants, so that the effect of the potion is relatively mild, and it will not be too irritating. But he frowned and looked at the scars on the protagonist's body—
Others are hideous scars that are very tragic and ugly when they were used as mindless war machines on the battlefield and were blasted by artillery fire.
Some of them were the bloody flesh that had been cut maliciously with a knife and sprinkled with salt. There was still a little pus on the outside. If it was broken, it would definitely be extremely painful.
There are also bruised and purple whip wounds, lumps kicked out by the huge force of the feet, and white bones exposed under the broken flesh of the knees and other joints.
Rong Wan is the only person who has seen all the tragic fates of the protagonist. When his eyes fall on these wounds, he can easily know what kind of scars the protagonist has suffered and left such wounds. The suffering equivalent to those seven million words became real, and it was placed in front of him dripping with blood.
Rong Wan didn't dare to continue reading, his nasal cavity was sore, he turned his head away, and walked to the window, his voice tried to be as cold as possible: "You must clean yourself, should I ask someone to help you, or do it yourself?"
After being quiet, he turned his head and saw that the protagonist hadn't moved, so he beckoned, intending to call for help. After all, in such a tragic situation as the protagonist, he can't even walk very well, so how can he immerse himself in the bathtub
But as soon as the servant came to the door, the protagonist quickly became vigilant, and the hatred and hatred that had finally been put down in his eyes surged up again, even trying to squeeze his fists!
He was tense there, like a wounded but ready-to-go wild beast, once someone approached, he would bite off that person's throat without hesitation, even if they died together—
The two servants who carried the tub were different from the servants who helped the protagonist come in. They were just the lowest servants who did rough work. They had never seen such a horrible scene, so they shrank in unison, fearing. He dared not go forward again.
"Forget it, get out." Rong Wan frowned.
The two servants turned around and ran away in a hurry.
When there were only two people left in the room again, the hatred and fear that filled the protagonist's body became slightly better. He was still staring at Rong Wan vigilantly, while desperately propping himself up, trying to move towards the tub, but both the posture and the way he struggled were ridiculous.
Finally, he got himself to the side of the bathtub, sweat mixed with the smell of blood had already oozed from his forehead——
He had nails in his legs, he couldn't lift, he couldn't get in.
Rong Wan silently watched his struggle, finally couldn't bear it, walked over quickly, ignored his resistance and anger, stripped off his clothes three times, picked him up horizontally, and put him into the tub . During the whole process of doing all this, his face was frosty, as if he was condemning the slave for making himself so hard.
Immersed in hot water from the neck down, the struggle and repulsion eased a little.
"Then, you can wash it yourself. There is a bell next to the bed after washing. Ring it." Rong Wan said without any fluctuations in his voice.
Jin Zhao raised his eyes and took a look at Rong Wan, then sat there stiffly.
Rong Wan has never seen a man naked in eight lifetimes. Although the system sent him in to let him fall in love, he just felt cheated and didn't know how to talk about this relationship, so he felt a little embarrassed. He stopped talking, turned his head and walked outside.
Walking quickly to the door, he opened the door indifferently, and was about to go out, but for some reason, he looked back at the protagonist in a strange way—
However, he found that the protagonist clasped the edge of the wooden barrel with a bone-exposed hand, and did not move, and the only remaining eyeball was staring at him without turning. The hatred and hatred in it seemed not so strong, and some dazedness replaced it. I don't know if it's because of the dense mist, but Rong Wan can see a trace of longing in it.
After Rong finished, his footsteps stopped immediately, he didn't know why he suddenly felt that he had to stay with the protagonist.
Just like a fragile child who is rescued, he will recognize the person he sees at first sight as the master.
Although the body resisted very much, he pushed him away forcefully with his mouth, preventing people from taking care of his affairs, and preventing people from looking at the pathetic and pitiful, monster-like him. But in the end, the fear of being thrown in an empty room, forgotten, discarded, or sent back to the original abyss-like dark place—
Although the protagonist didn't say anything, Rong Wan felt that he wanted to stay.
So Rong Wan paused, retracted the hand on the doorknob, walked slowly to the rattan chair by the window and sat in, randomly pulled out a magazine, turned his back to the protagonist, and said indifferently: "That's it." Wash it, I'm not interested in seeing you."
After a while of silence behind him, the sound of water finally came.
Rong Wan felt that the vigilance and rejection against him in the air had finally softened a little, and the protagonist finally stopped staring at him with that extremely dark eye, but lowered his head to clean himself—
Rong Wan stared at the incomprehensible words in his hands, and finally hooked the corners of his lips.
And as the protagonist cleaned himself up, the faint smell of blood washed away from him, turning into a bath fragrance mixed with medicinal fragrance. He finally looked a little more alive.
After the protagonist was almost washed, Rong Wan went out for a while, and when he came back, he held a silver mask in his hand.
The author has something to say: Rong Wan: "Little brat is so clingy (╯▽╰)╭"
Jinzhao: Continue to stare at
Next Zhang Zhujing's sweetheart haunts, Shura field is scheduled haha
Fried Chicken Thanks to everyone who commented, it made me a little bit more courageous (kiss one by one!)