Pure Love General Administration Scum Transformation Center

Black, pitch black where you can't see your fingers.

The surroundings are submerged in silence, and no other sounds can be heard, only faint undulations in the darkness of invisible objects.

—that was his breath.

He tried to hold his breath and cut off the outside air.When the last breath of air in his lungs is exhausted, can he end this ridiculous life?

After all, it is just a delusion.

The wish cannot be fulfilled.

The air in his lungs became thinner and thinner, and the feeling of suffocation made his chest tight.

The instinct of the human body overwhelmed his will, and after a short period of dizziness, fresh air rushed into his lungs, as if he was freed from extreme tension, he heard himself panting low and shallow.

- Click.

The door slammed, almost inaudible, but he caught it the first time.

He heard movement at the door, familiar footsteps.

There was a soft blanket on the floor, which made the footsteps very, very soft, but he could still hear them clearly, hearing the voice approaching.

In a world where there is only darkness, his hearing will become extremely clear, and he can even guess who is coming——

No one would dare to disturb him at such a time.

He knew what the servants thought of him.

It is not an exaggeration to describe a lunatic who does not know what is good or bad, ungrateful, and wolf-hearted.

Yes, isn't that what it is.

He was originally a cold-hearted white-eyed wolf, unable to accept the superior love from the perpetrator, and desperately wanted to resist.

These people can be regarded as seeing him clearly.

The footsteps of the visitor were silent, and he sat down gently on the sofa, stroking his hair with his hand.He didn't get a response, and didn't take it seriously, so he picked him up carefully and placed him on his lap.

Before saying anything, he smiled slightly: "Ah Chu, what are you looking at alone?"

Is he going to see it?

It was clear that the servants invited him to this screening room respectfully but could not refuse, and then began to play without any explanation.

The familiar music makes his heart palpitate, and the flickering lights and shadows make him even more worried.

He violently unplugged and turned off all the people and sounds, as if he could resist this way, he quietly curled up in the corner of the sofa by himself.

After a short wait, there was no answer.

As expected, the visitor didn't take it seriously, lowered his body, and kissed him on the cheek with love and obsession.

He turned sideways to dodge, but at this moment, being held on the lap of the visitor, there was no room for him to move.

The visitor's hands wrapped around his body, like two fiery pincers, not allowing him to move, then bent down, held his lips, and kissed wantonly.

Ah Chu, that was the name he had during his second mission.

At that time, his name was Ji Chu, and he was an arrogant and willful little prince. He was held in the palm of the emperor's hand, and he was happy when he wanted the wind and the rain.

It's a pity, probably because I did too many bad things, and stumbled on that dumb guard.

A mute is not a mute, and a guard is not a guard.

The general's family was framed by traitors, the emperor was furious, and the whole family was ransacked and beheaded. The young master was robbed and sent to the Chu Palace as a bodyguard.

The king of Chu was plotted against and caught in a sea of ​​flames. The disfigured guards were slow to rescue him, which made the king furious.

At that time, he had just experienced a world and had little experience, because the first target of death, behaved and cautious.

How afraid he was that such a thing would happen again, watching people die in front of him, not to mention the background of the information he got was so tragic.

Chu Ge changed his ways, exhausted his thoughts, and all he was thinking about was to change the guard's established fate.

He has always been soft-hearted.

Thinking about everything, worrying about everything, working hard, working hard.

He even lost himself.

But it could only usher in a more tragic ending. On the eve of crossing the river, he watched people die again.

Across a distance from a dark wall, a scene awaited...

The blood is still hot, and thousands of arrows pierce the heart.

Then, how many times?

All kinds of tragic death in front of his eyes.

That person kissed him deeply and lightly, without any rejection.

It has always been like this, no matter what kind of world it changes, no matter what kind of appearance it covers, no matter what kind of temperament it pretends to be.

It's like he has never staged so many deaths, and he has never made the surviving person collapse and despair.

Lu Jiu, he thought, how can you be so cruel.

Weaving all this with his own hands made him jump into it beyond redemption.