Quick Pass Slag Attack Guide

Ji Shui always recalled that when he was young, his mother kept saying in his ear: "Ji Shui, my son, the king will always come to see us."

At that time, the young Ji Shui would wait with his mother, an old and decrepit woman, for the king who was in charge of their life and death to come and see them.

Just looking forward to it.

The mother's long black hair was covered with silver, and Ji Shui was like a weed in the cracks, growing upward amidst the bullying, eager to absorb the sunlight.

The longer the time dragged on, the deeper Ji Shui's hatred for Wang became.

Why can he make his mother wait for a lifetime, complain for a lifetime, and love for a lifetime.

Ji Shui doesn't know what love is.

So when he saw that noble and holy man in white robes getting off the altar, all he thought of was a strong possessive desire.

This was not the first time that the national teacher had stepped onto the altar, but it was the one that made him feel dark emotions in his heart.

I wanted to strip him of his clothes, see his painful expression, hear his unbearable groans, and let him know...the national teacher should have surrendered to the king.

Ji Shui already knew that the national teacher is a very strict person.

But he didn't expect that the national teacher is not only strict, but also has a morbid desire to control.

When Ji Shui returned to his dormitory that night, the servants who waited on him crawled up in front of him trembling with fright, and there were still dark water marks on the ground.

Ji Shui killed that poor man with his own hands, perhaps this was also a relief for him.

When Ji Shui saw those empty skins in his room again, Ji Shui was very upset.

He set fire to his bedroom, trying to burn all those souls clean.

Ji Shui knew that the national teacher had dug up his mother's body from the tomb where he was buried together, and also knew that his mother's head had been chopped off.

Ji Shui understood that he wanted to control himself.

Control him, the disobedient king who dared to send someone to assassinate him.

Speaking of which, Ji Shui was able to ascend to the throne because of his national teacher.

It was he who cultivated himself, he eradicated his dissidents for himself, and it was he who strangled the old monarch in order to allow Ji Shui to ascend the throne.

Ji Shui knew what dirty thoughts he had in mind.

So Ji Shui disliked this man very much.

Although Ji Shui tried everything to show favor to this man in order to gain power and get rid of his weakness.

But later Ji Shui discovered that the national teacher began to make changes, little by little. He thought he was covering up well, but Ji Shui was more sensitive to discover his subtle changes.

He found that the eyeliner arranged by the national teacher around him began to decrease, so Ji Shui took it for granted that he would no longer order people to assassinate him.

Ji Shui's strength was gradually consolidated and strengthened.

He started the next step.

Ji Shui ordered people to put the colorless and tasteless medicine in the incense of the national teacher. He knew that the national teacher had a strong love for incense.

What Ji Shui originally thought was to get rid of him.

In the warm water, slowly get rid of the arrogant national teacher who dared to control him.

But Ji Shui found that not only the national teacher had changed, but also him.

Ji Shui couldn't move his eyes from the brilliance of the national teacher on the stage of picking stars.Unlike other people's admiration, Ji Shui knew that his eyes were full of darkness and exclusiveness.

So when the national teacher vomited blood, he rushed up uncontrollably and hugged him in his arms.

A person who once looked up to a high mountain is now as weak as a mortal who has fallen from the altar, allowing him to play with his eyes wantonly.

Ji Shui knew that Ji Qinghuan's position in the heart of the national teacher was different.

The former national teacher would not let anyone touch him or look down on him.He would rather walk slowly than let someone help him.

But Ji Qinghuan is different, she can accompany the national teacher, read to the national teacher with her soft voice, and hold the national teacher with her thin arms.

Why.

Not reconciled.

Ji Shui hated this man named Bai Tingge.

He was secretly planning something, planning something he had long wanted to do.

Ji Shui wanted to crush the power of the national teacher bit by bit in his palm.

He did it.

Looking at the man close at hand, his pale skin, his long crow-colored hair, his graceful back, slender legs, and thin ankles.

His eyes skipped inch by inch, as if he was never satisfied.

The man seemed to be afraid of his touch, he was trembling, as weak as a newborn cat.

Ji Shui finally possessed him.

Viciously and thoroughly, it shattered the man's pride.

He was very resistant, which was expected by Ji Shui.

But Ji Shui didn't know if there was such a thing as love for the national teacher.

But Ji Shui liked the man's body very much, and he didn't want to be separated from him for a moment.I want to kiss his whole body, and then slowly enter.

Seeing his painful expression until it was stained with joy, Ji Shui was not satisfied.

On the second day after the bloodbath of the National Teacher's Mansion, Ji Shui knew that he would never find his mother's head again, and would never let her leave this world with a complete body.

Ji Shui thought he was so cruel.

Ji Shui punished the man, pierced his thin skin with a golden ring, and possessed him in front of the person he most wanted to see.

He is taking an oath of sovereignty, and he wants to let his national teacher know that he should stop having any illusions about Ji Qinghuan.

Forever, staying by his side, bound by him.

This is what Bai Tingge owed to Ji Shui.

Ji Shui thought he knew everything, but this time he couldn't figure out the state teacher's mind.

Ji Shui saw that the blanket was soaked in blood, the bright red hurt his eyes, and he saw the man lying lifeless on it.

His body was cold and his face was bloodless.

Ji Shui's hands were trembling uncommonly, his heart seemed to be clutched by someone, and it was alive with pain.

Almost everyone concludes that men have it all.almost everyone.

Except for one person, that is the old former national teacher.

That mysterious ceremony lasted for a whole day and night, Ji Shui didn't know why he wanted to rescue him, he clearly hated this man, the hatred went deep into his bone marrow.

But he saved him with half his life.

The old national teacher said that with the current body of the national teacher, he will not live for too long.

Ji Shui knew that it was caused by the poison he put in the incense.

But he doesn't regret, he will not regret what Ji Shui has done.

Ji Shui fed the man a pill, which was given to him by the old master.The man who woke up was really well-behaved and obedient.

When Ji Shui was dealing with affairs, he would obediently sit on his lap, then lean forward with his upper body, lying on the table to sleep bored.

At night, he would reach out to hug Ji Shui's arm, bury his head in his skirt, and sleep soundly.

Ji Shui thinks this is very good.

But he always felt that something was missing.

It wasn't until the man recovered unconsciously that Ji Shui discovered what was missing.

Although the damn piece of broken porcelain was inserted into his chest, Ji Shui felt a burst of relief.

The person he likes, the person he likes, the person he loves.

It was the person in front of me.

Ji Shui is no longer the abandoned son in the cold palace, no one dares to refute what he said now.

So he decided to marry the national teacher as his queen.

Ji Shui understands the man's mind, and he probably hasn't accepted the fact that, as a man, he is married to someone else.

But one day he will try to accept it.

Although his country has an ancient secret technique handed down, Ji Shui dare not practice it rashly.He found out that the small country in southern Xinjiang had a similar secret technique, and they implemented it very successfully.

So Ji Shui sent troops to put pressure on Nanjiang, and Nanjiang had no choice but to sacrifice their princess.

Ji Shui knew the secret technique as he wished.

On the day he married the national teacher, he gouged out his own eyes with a knife.

I don't know who came up with it, but only when the king voluntarily donates his eyes can the national teacher see the light again.

Ji Shui also felt that his eyesight was gradually declining a few days ago until it was completely dark.

Princess Nanjiang took the porcelain bowl and said, "With the deepest affection."

Ji Shui fed the soup mixed with his own blood to the national teacher.

He can't wait to see the expression on the face of the national teacher, although he can no longer use his eyes to see, but he can feel the man's joy with his hands.

But he heard a sharp whine: "Go away! Pervert!"

Ji Shui's heart also seemed to have a hole gouged out, and his eyes began to ache.

He heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, Ji Shui stretched out his hand in a daze, but he couldn't find where the man was.

It wasn't until the palace people screamed that he groped and found the man, and put his hand on his still warm cheek.

There is also blood that keeps spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Ji Shui was terrified.

He hugged the man and turned back to ask the palace people to call the imperial physician. He hadn't shed tears for a long time. He had long thought that viscous liquid flowed from his dry eye sockets.

He put his face on the national teacher's cold face, and kept calling his name, asking the man not to sleep.

Ji Shui said something that he could never say in his life, and he said with a trembling voice: "... I love you alone."