Come on, Master "General Attack"

Bai Wenmo looked at the young man in the wooden wheelchair and smiled.What could be called a gentle expression made everyone in the inner hall know it clearly.

He is angry.

Long Yan's eyes didn't fall on the young man, as if he didn't want to see the young man's appearance at this time.Bai Yu kept his head down, but clenched his hands unconsciously.

Bai Wenmo, who was sitting on the golden throne, had no intention of getting up.He looked at the young man whose gaze was still empty, with a half-smile, "My lord, half a month has passed, but you are still like this."

Bai Wenmo doesn't believe that young people will be hurt. He puts the young people too high in his heart, and that kind of unconscious looking up has never changed since he met the young people.

Even he didn't notice it himself.

This kind of looking up gave him a sense of confidence.

No matter how cruelly he treats the young man, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave a single trace in the young man's heart...

Youth suffer too.also get hurt.will also crash.

Bai Wenmo never thought about such a thing.

In Bai Wenmo's eyes, the young man who was like a puppet at this time was a means used by the young man to avoid his provoking him.He could feel the dissociative aura that the youth leaked from time to time.Just like a bystander, watching him go crazy, watching him... Gradually become the kind of person he once hated the most.

In the past ten years, Bai Wenmo had shed too many tears, and Bai Wenmo couldn't cry anymore.The hidden wounds he suffered and the pain that made his body scream, and the pillar of his own survival, even if he was held in his hands, that person never took him into his heart.Never had.

Heartbroken too many times.

Bai Wenmo was almost paranoid and wanted to make that person suffer.Just like my former self.

He stood up, walked slowly in front of the young man, and lifted the young man's jaw.His tone was gentle and intimate, but his words were as cruel as sharp knives.

"Master, you go to die, okay?"

He watched the young man's eyes widen slightly, and there were fluctuations in the stagnant pupils again.He widened his smile and let go of the young man's jaw.

……what?

to die?

Hehe, of course not.

Wei Zonggong lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the smiling face.

The air in the inner hall seemed to be stagnant, and it was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"My lord, die for me..." Bai Wenmo stretched out his fingers to caress the pale lips of the young man, watching his lips gradually turn a pale color of blood, "...as the lord of Zhuli... you... die Bar……"

...then, become one of my personal treasures.

I will hide you, only me, only I can see you...

Forever, forever...

I don't need your promise anymore.

I will let you, it is impossible to escape again.

Wei Zonggong's eyes were filled with astonishment.

He looked at Bai Wenmo, the man's repressed madness and distortion made his heart palpitate.

Who is this guy?

He is not Bai Wenmo.

It wasn't the blank boy in his memory.

Bai Wenmo's words seemed to lift the veil that covered Wei Zonggong's eyes.

For Bai Wenmo's self-deception, now it seems like a joke.

Wei Zonggong's heart became even colder.

He thought, he thought... Bai Wenmo... wouldn't kill him...

...Sure enough, you can't take yourself too seriously...

Wei Zonggong felt that he should say something, but he didn't know what to say.

So he fell silent.

"The lord agrees?" Bai Wenmo stroked Wei Zonggong's hair unhurriedly, and smiled softly, "Scrophulariae, I'm so happy."

Long Yan frowned, his expressionless face was rarely stained with emotion, "Tsk, Bai Wenmo, crazy."

Bai Wenmo seemed unable to hear his words, and leaned over to touch the corners of Wei Zonggong's lips.

"Who will kill you..." Bai Wenmo tilted his head, as if thinking, but pure malice poured out of those black eyes.

He smiled and said a name, "Chenghong. Let him do it... It's good to kill the king."

...Chenghong?

Wei Zonggong felt his head was befuddled, and he looked at Bai Wenmo blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

By the way, Chenghong...

What happened to him after I was caught?

Didn't get killed!Have you been sentenced?

"Ah, it just so happens that he is here." Bai Wenmo looked behind Wei Zonggong.

Wei Zonggong subconsciously didn't want to look back, and lowered his eyes as if evading.

But Bai Wenmo couldn't help him to run away and forced him to look behind him.

The man in the blue shirt had a calm expression and walked into the inner hall with steady steps.

When he saw the young man sitting in a wooden wheelchair, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.

With a faint smile, Chenghong nodded slightly, "My lord, you're doing well these days."

...Chenghong...seems to be fine...

"Chenghong," Bai Wenmo smiled with squinted eyes, and looked at Chenghong like a poisonous poison, "...Since it is your proposal, the king, let you kill it."

... What are you talking about?

Chenghong's eyes darkened, and he looked at Wei Zonggong with the same smile on his mouth, "That's natural."

...What are you talking about?

Wei Zonggong seemed unable to hear him because his mind was buzzing.However, he felt that he had never heard it so clearly, even Chenghong's unhesitating tone was extremely clear.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

Those details that he had subconsciously ignored came back to his mind.

Chenghong, who took him out of the palace at that time, could obviously avoid Bai Yu and Su Yuzhu, but he didn't, and instead started chatting with them until... Bai Wenmo appeared.

It's like... procrastinating on purpose.

Could it be that Chenghong... didn't intend to take me away from the beginning...

Wei Zonggong felt his heart was hit hard, and there was some pain.

...What is this?

...Yeah, he even betrayed Scrophulariaceae, and I, a counterfeit, are even more...

Wei Zonggong suddenly felt very funny.

Think about it, a fool who pretends to be smart and thinks he can win people's hearts...

When he thought he was being treated sincerely by others, what would people around him think when they looked at him...

...will find it funny.

Wei Zonggong raised his head, trying to stand up while supporting the wheelchair.

It is simply impossible to do this with a body that has not been active for a long time.Wei Zonggong didn't seem to feel the pain in his ankle, so he tried to walk.

As expected, he fell to the ground.

Supporting his body with trembling arms, he sat up on his knees.

He didn't know what he was going to do either.

He just looked around the inner hall with a blank expression, looking at everyone in the inner hall.

Bai Yu turned his head away and didn't look at him.Long Yan turned his back and leaned against the carved pillars in the inner hall, his whole body was hidden in the shadow, he couldn't see clearly.

Wei Zonggong turned around again and looked up at Chenghong.But he restrained his smile and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

The gentle voice reached Wei Zonggong's ears, his eyes flashed light, and he looked in the direction of the voice.

Bai Wenmo smiled and looked down at him condescendingly.

He was clearly smiling, but with cruelty and coldness.Bai Wenmo looked directly at him, and Wei Zonggong could almost see his embarrassed appearance reflected in his eyes.He just watched, without any intention of helping.

The light in Wei Zonggong's eyes dimmed little by little.

He suddenly understood something.

Something he should have known long ago.

Ah, so it is.

It turns out... I have always... been alone.

Right.

Thinking that if you change the world, you can change anything...

I'm so stupid...

Sure enough, no matter what world I am in...

not needed.

...That's right...Impossible to change...

Because...the mistake...is my existence itself.

so tired.

If only I couldn't feel anything...

If only it hadn't existed in the first place...

I have tried...

Trying hard...to be liked.

But after all...

So be it.

Disappear alone.

... Anyway ... no one will care ...

Wei Zonggong lowered his head and knelt on the ground, motionless.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on his movements, and it took so long that everyone in the inner hall noticed something was wrong.

Bai Wenmo squinted his eyes, knelt down, and looked at Wei Zonggong's face.

Wei Zonggong opened his eyes, those empty and dull eyes had no focus, and were so dark that no light could be reflected.

Bai Wenmo's expression changed slightly.

He could feel... something was different.

He lowered his head and bit Wei Zonggong's earlobe, but didn't feel any slight movement from him.

Really, like a puppet.

Bai Wenmo's heart sank, and because of his unbalanced mood, a bloody smell rose from his throat.But he didn't care about himself, he picked up Wei Zonggong and walked out of the hall.

"Bai Yu," he didn't even turn his head, "summoned Yu Nie to consult the king."

Bai Wenmo's voice trembled undetectably.

He forced himself to calm down, desperately restraining the sharp pain surging in his chest, and suppressed the riot of internal force.

He looked at the person in his arms, meeting the dazed and fragile eyes of that person.

"I won't let you, won't let you escape me in this way. So, before I go crazy...I order you...come back to me..."