[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

A hand stretched out towards his cheek, as if wanting to touch him, Wen Linyu turned her head sideways, and the hand fell behind his ear.

After this move, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because when Zhou Zhou was with a certain neurotic male protagonist, he usually showed his displeasure once, although he was let go at the time, he would be further neurotic later on. The male protagonist of the building tossed even harder...

He recalled it for a while, and felt a chill down his back.

Fortunately, the hero's father doesn't seem to be showing any signs of madness for the time being. Maybe he has healed after so many years?

Wen Linyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The system covered the deleted memory backup: I couldn't bear to tell him what he experienced last week...

"If Yu'er hadn't stopped me from getting rid of that last evil, I wouldn't have been paralyzed." Emperor Xuanwu put his hands on those unconscious legs, as if muttering to himself.

Wen Linyu: ... Isn't the male lead his child?

It's really not.

Emperor Xuanwu actually didn't touch the harem after Xuanyu was burned to ashes. No wonder not only the concubines who gave birth to princes and princesses disappeared one by one, but also those who were not born disappeared, like invisible people, so it has always been a pity that this generation of children died Not rich, but I don't know that the emperor never thought of giving birth.

Wen Linyu thought for a while about the great power of the emperor, sitting in the palace, and the green hat came from the sky.

A little bit distressed.

But the next moment he couldn't feel distressed anymore.

"...Yu'er is just like you. She was born too well, so she always attracts some people, and she has to be locked by her side all the time to be at ease." Emperor Xuanwu looked at him with eyes that were still gentle but not dark. Wen Linyu lowered his eyes, feeling this The words seemed familiar.

Are the hero and him really not father and son?

The two eyelashes cast a little shadow under his eyes, and the mole between his brows seemed a bit cute at this moment, causing the watching Emperor Xuanwu to be in a daze for a moment, and it overlapped with someone's youthful appearance.

Wen Linyu, who was distracted and drifted to a certain hero, felt that someone was bullying him, his brows wet, and his eyes widened slightly.

Emperor Xuanwu closed his eyes and kissed this little mole, sucked it lightly, and the memory that flashed in his mind didn't know what it was.

Wen Linyu struggled slightly, but his arms were quickly controlled, leaving only the sound of the chains colliding.

"..."

At this moment, Wen Linyu felt very much like bacon on the chopping board, the kind that had already been fixed.

Fortunately, the person who licked the bacon was not prepared to continue eating.

After the people left and the door of the secret room was closed, the bacon gently shook the goosebumps all over the body on the ice, and heaved a sigh of relief.

In the current world, you have to worry about your body when you go through missions? ? ?In the past, Mr. Wen had never considered this kind of problem of going to Qingqi. After a rough thought, it was probably after a certain younger brother and adoptive younger brother were raped for several years at the last week's booth...

Wen Linyu: Oh, I feel complicated.

Wen Linyu found that Emperor Xuanwu had indeed become a little abnormal.

Because he left the palace to open the mansion, he didn't notice when this sign started, as if by the time he realized it, Emperor Xuanwu had already reached the point of tying people up.

He usually appears in the secret room once or twice a day, and sometimes he looks quite normal. Although his face is sick, his spirit is not bad, and he speaks clearly, but at other times it is completely different, his eyes are cloudy, and his oldness seems to stand out all at once. When he came out, he also hunched up while sitting in the wheelchair.

After all, Wen Linyu had witnessed the emperor's two lives, so his impressions were even more complicated.

What's even more abnormal is his speech. Sometimes it seems to be talking to him when he was a child, and sometimes he seems to be talking to the previous Lingjun. His expression is sometimes calm and sad, and sometimes he is distorted with resentment, which confuses him. It's a sideshow.

Wen Linyu pondered: Could it be Alzheimer's...?Not like that, more like true insanity.

If you change to someone with a poorer psychological quality, you may have to find a system to get a plug-in to get rid of this non-strategy target.

However, he did remember the meals he asked for, usually sent by special servants, and occasionally Emperor Xuanwu came to "visit the prison" and brought them along, and some of them ate it to comfort Mr. Wen. Heart tired after two bites of tofu.

On this day, Wen Linyu sat up, knocking on the bowl in his heart, waiting for the food.

The chains on his hands and feet have been lengthened, at least he is no longer like bacon tied to a cutting board, at least he can get up and eat by himself.

Wen Linyu waited for a while, but the food that was usually put in front of him was delayed.

Wen Linyu:? ? ?

He turned his head and saw that the servant carrying the lunch box was motionless, especially without winking, but when he raised his eyes, he met the man's eyes, a little familiar...Wen Linyu narrowed his eyes.

"Your Highness..." the man said softly, his current appearance was reflected in his deep peach eyes, and his fists under his sleeves were clenched tightly.

Wen Linyu was a little surprised: "Fengyue?"

Fengyue responded, squatted down and took out something from his arms. When he saw that it was a wire, Fengyue gently held his hand, and used the wire to turn a few times in the hole of the chain buckle. , and the chain that clasped him clicked open.

Wen Linyu: ...

Fengyue saw His Highness's eyes widened slightly, looking at the slightly bent wire as if looking at something novel, he rarely saw an expression on His Highness's face, and wanted to put him down on the ice bed for a moment Knead it with your hands.

However, now is not the time, so I can only hold back the itch in my heart and continue to open the lock.

Teacher Wen didn't know that he had walked on the cliff of "to be fucked or not to be fucked" again, and he was still staring at that extremely flexible wire.

Wen Linyu: Is there really such an operation?

Quickly unbuttoning all the chains, Fengyue took a deep look at Wen Linyu, who seemed to be getting thinner again, and said, "Your Highness is suffering." Then she squatted down in front of the ice bed with her back facing him, " Come up quickly, Your Highness, I will take His Highness out..."

Wen Linyu glanced at his legs, and just put his arms on his shoulders resignedly, when there was a sudden knock at the door.

The faces of both of them changed.

A figure appeared at the door of the secret room. At first glance, Wen Linyu didn't look like Emperor Xuanwu, so he breathed a sigh of relief. The man walked over and was exposed to the light.

It was a particularly tall man, with a bloody smell coming from the black clothes, his dark eyes fixed on Wen Linyu like a falcon, and drops of blood dripped from the sword in his hand to the ground.

Wen Linyu: ...

Um? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Fengyue stood in front of Wen Linyu, and her peach blossom eyes met the man's eyes.

The two targets of this week's attack met for the first time in this secret room, and they both had very bad impressions of each other.

After many years, Wen Linyu looked at the adult version of Wen Yuanshan, as if he had returned to the last episode of Zhoumu, and what flashed in his mind was the scene of him stabbing his own kidney while calling softly "Brother" , the corner of his eyebrows twitched without leaving a trace.

There is simply a psychological shadow.

The author has something to say:

Fengyue: Togan, ornottogan.

Wen Linyu: →_→

The inspiration for this book is like a pool of stagnant water. The manuscripts stored on the hard drive have been rushing in these few days. The depressed author has already vomited a vat of blood... The next chapter will take a walk through the dungeon of Shura Field, which should be done this week. If I can finish this world, I don’t think I can fill up 23 chapters, so I’m trying to spread out the word count, cough (←This is your short excuse?)

In addition, my mother issued an order saying that she will share a bed with me tomorrow, so I have to hurry up and save some manuscripts (Leopard cry)