The Overbearing Demon Must Be Cured

Chapter 8: The experimental product is disfigured and pitiful

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After finishing the meal in a stiff atmosphere, Rong Wan wanted Lu Sujun to leave quickly, so he offered to send him downstairs. While Lu Sujun was astonished, he couldn't help being surprised. The raging jealousy that had arisen just now because her sweetheart cared too much about that slave also calmed down a little. You know, Admiral Zhu Jing rarely sent him downstairs before. So Lu Sujun hastily agreed.

Just the slave—

He must find a way to get rid of it. If he doesn't get rid of it, he worries that the relationship between himself and Zhu Jing will crack sooner or later. He has been by Zhu Jing's side for so many years, but how can that dirty slave attract Zhu Jing's attention? That slave, after a few more glances, Lu Sujun recalled the memory related to him from his mind.

And a fairly famous war criminal.

Thirteen years ago, he was arrested and imprisoned for possessing both the sss gene and the energy source. A person with the sss super gene is very, very rare in the entire empire. It is almost a genius that is rare in a hundred years. If he only has the super gene, maybe he will be awarded a military rank and sent to the battlefield—but he is still at the same time. Have a source of energy!

That is no less than a person with a super gene possessing inexhaustible nuclear weapons.

Back then, he and Zhu Jing were not very old, so they didn't know much about this matter. They only knew that the empire quickly issued an arrest warrant for the slave's family for treason. Later, after he was captured in a military prison, he was reformed and sent to the battlefield. But after the war ended and the two countries signed a peace agreement, this slave killed too many people and was sued by the other country in a military court—

In order to calm down the anger, the empire directly deprived the slave of his energy source, suppressed the sss-level mental power, and threw him into prison again.

He who has lost his mental power is like a disabled person, completely reduced to a slave.

It's just that his force value back then could almost easily abolish a country, and his body was covered with blood. Perhaps, this is also the reason why Zhu Jing brought him back

—Zhu Jing has always been a person who loves blood and blood.

Lu Sujun thought he had seen Zhu Jing's mind, and the jealousy subsided a little, but the sense of crisis was still there. No matter what purpose Zhu Jing had, he wanted to keep this slave. To him, it's all a threat.

Before he got into the car, he pretended to think about it casually, and said, "Zhu Jing, I know you have a good impression of that slave, but it's not a long-term plan to keep him in your house like this. To return to being a sane slave, he still has to be trained to understand his duties... "

When Rong Wan heard the latter sentence, he felt faintly displeased, thinking, why does my protagonist want to become a slave again? Still a sane slave? What does your sidekick's sidekick know.

But he remained calm, his face was a little cold in the night, and motioned for Lu Sujun to continue talking.

"Princess Suya of the royal family has recently been recruiting slaves as personal guards. It not only gives those poor slaves a normal status to join the empire, but also helps them escape from the harsh environment of war and prison..."

Lu Sujun looked at Zhujing cautiously, seeing that Zhujing had no other reaction except for his usual cold and gloomy expression, he continued, "You might as well consider sending that slave there for a while, because it's better that his anger hasn't melted away now. Hurt anyone casually."

The words Lu Sujun said now are naturally not in the original text, but it reminds Rong Wan of another thing in the original text.

Princess Suya.

Before the protagonist's family was arrested, they were also nobles on the fringes of the royal family, so the protagonist knew Princess Suya when he was a child. When the protagonist was thrown into a laboratory and turned into a human weapon, Princess Suya begged for mercy, of course her plea was useless. However, there are very few female characters in the book "Alien Race", and the protagonist doesn't even have a harem. At one point, Rong Wan thought it was a BL novel—

But what is cheating is that there is no male-female love line on the protagonist!

When Lu Sujun mentioned it at this time, Rong Wan suddenly thought that Princess Suya's appearance in the scene of the alien race can be regarded as one of the most female characters. In the space of more than 7 million words, there are actually tens of thousands of words!

Could it be that the author originally intended her to be the heroine

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Rong Wan's mind: "When you sent me in, you said you wanted the protagonist to compose a love story. Actually, it could mean not me and the protagonist, but also the protagonist and other people, right? Actually, I don't need to dedicate myself at all. As long as this relationship is facilitated, right?!"

The system choked for a moment, paused, and said, "Beep, according to the rules, this is the case."

Then the original text takes up quite a lot of space, and she is the only princess Suya who is not so repulsive to the protagonist in this world. She is the most suitable candidate!

What's more, if Rong Wan wants to change the protagonist's final newspaper results, he needs to help the protagonist recover his mental strength and regain his energy source for the protagonist—that energy source is now frozen in the royal laboratory. Official rank, but can't be easily approached. Only Princess Suya can get the energy source out.

Of course, he will definitely not send the protagonist to Princess Suya, and he is still worried if the protagonist is not with him. But if the protagonist can't go, Princess Suya can be invited by him!

Thinking of this, Rong Wan only felt that he had found some hidden plot of "Alien Race", and couldn't help but feel that excellence is really in his blood.

The faint smile that suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips fell into Lu Sujun's eyes, but he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. Admiral Zhu Jing's face, with those gold-rimmed eyes, was originally handsome and abstinent, but a man who never smiles suddenly laughed, it's more than just melting an iceberg!

Many aristocratic women in the empire regard General Zhujing as the number one candidate for their dream lover, not to mention Lu Sujun who has admired General Zhujing for many years

Lu Sujun didn't dare to stay any longer, fearing that his stomach desire would be too obvious in the night, so he bid farewell in a hurry.

He was nostalgic, but Rong Wan didn't miss it, and hurried back to the second floor.

He dismissed the servants, took a plate of food and water from the kitchen, and returned to the room where the protagonist was locked—

The food is all the protagonist's favorite. After all, the original text is stinky and long like a foot-binding cloth, and the author is an idiot. He not only ends the newspaper, but also pours water all the time. He even writes clearly what the protagonist likes to eat, such as this: light yellow osmanthus cake, gruel , Golden Rice Crackers.

There was no light in the room, and it was completely dark. The protagonist is in the corner, like a trapped beast, making no sound, not even breathing. Rong Wan could only see his position clearly by the faint moonlight.

Rong Wan originally wanted to turn on the lights, but then he remembered that the military prison where the protagonist was staying was dark at night without any light, so he didn't turn on the lights for fear of disturbing the protagonist.

He walked over and put the food on the bedside.

Then he just stood there and asked, "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Rong Wan has a good voice, and when he lowers his voice, it doesn't look deep, but has a kind of magnetic gentleness. And it happened that his face was hidden in the darkness, so there was no need to force himself to show a stern expression in order to abide by Zhu Yasushi's character.

But he didn't relax, his whole body was still tense, because he knew that the protagonist hated and guarded everyone, and would kill him at any time.

After a full ten minutes, the protagonist still hasn't moved.

Nothing moved in the corner.

The protagonist held his head up, staring at him with deep and bottomless eyes, as if he was waiting for an opportunity.

In such darkness, Rong Wan also sweated for himself, walked to the wicker chair by the window and sat down, picked up a book as he did when he let the protagonist take a bath, read it, and told the protagonist that he There is no heart to hurt.

I don't know how long it took before the protagonist moved to the bedside and started to eat. He chewed slowly at first, keeping his eyes on him all the time. Like a cub of some kind of wild animal, it would rather risk falling into a trap bloody and bloody, but because it was too hungry, it sneaked out.

After eating less than half of the plate, the protagonist's feeling of hunger was relieved a little. He no longer stared at Rong Wan, but lowered his head and ate wildly, and occasionally raised his eyes to glance at what Rong Wan was doing.

His vigilance towards Rong Wan has relaxed a lot.

Rong Wan could feel that when he first came into contact with the protagonist, the protagonist even risked the blood hole in his body and was pulled to give birth to severe pain, but also stared at him, that eye was full of indifference and hatred, almost from the protagonist's eyes. There was no sign of a human being on him. The protagonist is world-weary, bloody, crazy, and gloomy, wishing to die with everyone.

But now, some of the shallower wounds on the protagonist's body are slowly scabbing under the effect of the medicine.

In the eyes of the protagonist staring at him, the hatred and madness have subsided a lot. Although there is still a little vigilance, compared to the protagonist's attitude towards others, it is already too peaceful.

Even, when Rong Wan was stared at by the protagonist, he felt that the gaze was too hot. There are also some inexplicable dark emotions that he can't distinguish.

It's not right to look at it, it's more like the eyes of a dying person struggling in the water staring at the last straw.

Intense and crazy—

After Rong Wan didn't think about it, he waited for the protagonist to finish the bowl of food and the glass of water before standing up. My legs were numb after sitting for a long time, and I accidentally let the chair drag on the floor to make a harsh noise.

When the protagonist heard the movement, he immediately raised his head alertly. But after confirming that there was no one else in the room, only him and the general, he paused, the tense and gloomy expression on his face calmed down a little, and he continued to lower his head and continue eating.

Rong Wan picked up the mask and walked slowly not far from him, two steps away.

"I will cure you during this time, before that, you can wear this first."

Jin Zhao was stunned, staring at the mask handed to him. The silver mask glowed with a faint metallic luster under the moonlight, thin and delicate enough to cover his right eye. Although he knew that the empty socket of his lost eye was ugly and unbearable, but in prison, it was difficult to even protect himself, and he never thought of finding something to cover that eye.

Seeing this mask, the little bit of peace he had bred because he was full just now disappeared completely.

The mask reminded him that he was nothing but a hideous, sinister monster.

Even if the unsightly bloody wounds had healed, still.

He remained silent, raising his other gloomy eye to stare at the admiral, his healing, itchy, red fingers finally lifting and pinching the mask that was being offered. He knew very well that to some extent, this mask was another kind of shackle for him.

— He doesn't want to leave. Even if the temperature that can be absorbed here is pitifully small, he is unwilling to leave.

—And the admiral obviously thought he was ugly, so he asked him to use a mask to cover the eye that exposed the bones.

— If he wants to stay, he must wear it.

Jin Zhao's hands and feet stopped in the air for several minutes without moving. Finally, with his eyes downcast, a self-mockery expression appeared on his pale and gloomy face, he squeezed the mask hard, and pressed it towards his eyes. The mask is so light that it doesn't weigh much when worn there. But he still covered the mask for a while before slowly releasing it.

Until the general looked at him for a while, he suddenly said calmly: "Not bad, it looks good."

-nice? He actually said it looks good

Jin Zhao's heart suddenly trembled heavily.

The author has something to say: Rong Wan: Isn’t it enough to find a heroine for the protagonist? Hehehe.

Jin Zhao: I think Bu Xing.