The president said he will finish his medicine sooner or later

Su Le sat up from the couch, and in an instant, red, white and white liquid gushed out from the swollen and painful place behind him.

Glancing at the cyanotic and ambiguous traces of obscenity and ambiguity on his body in disgust, he habitually raised his pale bony fingers that had not seen the sun for a long time, and gently stroked the dark red tear mole under his left eye.

A huge amount of information flooded into the brain in an instant, and it seemed like it was going to explode, but it was not enough to make the person in front of him frown.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that he's used to it.

Because the processing of these complicated and trivial information consumed a lot of energy, this unsatisfactory body swayed, Rao Su Le finally frowned almost invisible.

too weak!

Just when this weak body was about to collapse, the information about the mission target and the original owner of the body was finally summarized into a report, which was projected onto his retina by the information terminal.

The code name of this mission: [Zhejiyao pity people like jade, lovesickness should be hated and turned into ashes]

Target person: Ouyang Jingfeng

Basic information of the target person: Twenty-two years old, the great general of Yan Guozhen.The holy family is prosperous, and the merits are high.In order to reduce the king's suspicion, three months ago, he proposed to marry Su Jingting, the son of a merchant, and killed himself. [Stamp: Scumbag! 】

Accepted person: Su Jingting

Basic information of accepted characters: Merchant, [-] years old, outstanding talent, obsessively infatuated with the above-mentioned scumbag, loved but hated, gave a lot but was abused, forced to smile. [Stamp: Idiot! 】

Target Person's Emotional State: Desire to belong. 【Stamp: Secret Love】

The target person has a crush on: Sanhualou, Liu Qingqing. 【Seal: White Lotus】

After reading the basic information, Su Le sighed.

He can probably guess the development of the plot without accepting the memory of the original owner.

It was nothing more than a scumbag who used the merchant's son Su Jingting to initially dispel the monarch's suspicion of him, and got the unreserved love from the original owner and the support of the original owner's mother's family, but he didn't know how to cherish it, and he praised a brothel prostitute as the white moonlight, Cinnabar nevus.

If this matter has nothing to do with him, if he is not Su Jingting, the son of the merchant who is suffering, and if he does not know the husband and wife, he will probably praise a good story about a hero and a confidante.

But now-

Su Le looked indifferently at this not-so-shabby but definitely not a good room, casually picked up a coat from the bed and wrapped it around his body, and slowly got up while supporting his waist.

The smooth thighs were covered with pinch marks and bruises, and the rear laceration seemed serious. Even though he was numb to the pain, it was hard to ignore. The red and white liquid dripping down the thighs was mostly red.

Su Le frowned unobtrusively, and disgust flashed in his eyes. The traces on his body really displeased him. If he didn't wash it off, he might not be able to help but spit it out.

"Come on, prepare water."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Le felt a burning pain in his throat like coarse sand being grinded. Combined with the marks on his body, one can imagine how Su Jingting was treated last night.

Of course, the playthings abandoned by the owner of this house are naturally ignored.

Su Le, who had just read the memory of the original owner, was stunned for a moment, but smiled at this moment.

Su Le never smiles, but he rarely smiles brightly, like spring bursting, stars colliding, lighting up the whole room, anyone who sees it will be amazed.

And the tear mole under his left eye was still dark red, but it seemed that for a moment, it was as red as blood.

Treating scumbags like Ouyang Jingfeng, he has never been soft-hearted.

"Ma'am," someone knocked on the door suddenly, "The general ordered me to ask you, are you ready for the painting you promised?"

A stern light flashed in Su Le's eyes, and he slowly put away the smile on his face.

The person outside the door was none other than Ouyang Jingfeng's servant, Hai Sheng.It is not rude to him on weekdays, but it is definitely not respectful.

The Danqing pen and ink in Haisheng's mouth is exactly what he wrote.

Although he is a merchant, he has studied under Mr. Tang Zhou, a master of calligraphy since he was a child, and he has become a self-contained person. He is also quite accomplished in calligraphy, so he is nicknamed "the master of painting, and the dragon with pen and ink". Hard to find.

"Later."

Impatient to say more, Su Le thought for a while, endured the soreness of his waist and legs, and walked to the side of the table, casually spread out a piece of cooked rice, picked up a dazed wolf hair, swayed it perfunctorily for a few times, and then put away his hands.

Holding the ink-smeared Shuxuan, he opened the door lazily and threw the paper out.

When Haisheng saw that he was naked and his shame was exposed in front of others, he immediately felt very worthless for his general, and quickly lowered his head not to look at the shameless man.

The general loves Miss Liu, but this person always comes to meddle.

In order to ask for a letter for Miss Liu, the general had to wrong himself to sleep with this person last night. It's really hard for the general, and this person is cheap!

Su Le looked at Haisheng's annoyed look in surprise, couldn't help but sneered, and said, "Why? One isn't enough? Do you want another one? But, you have to pay separately, and I'm afraid you will have to wrong the general to accompany me again." Sleep down for the night."

Hearing this, Haisheng was shocked and furious, "You! You are so unreasonable and shameless! I, I will definitely tell the general!"

Su Le leaned against the door frame, and waved his hands indifferently, "Yeah, tell me."

Haisheng gave him a hard look, and ran away in an instant holding the paper.

Leaning against the door and glanced at his dilapidated, desolate, overgrown weedy courtyard, Su Le looked up at the white clouds in the blue sky that had been washed by water, and sneered for a long time, the mole under his eyes seemed to brighten a little.

It's disgusting after all.

Su Le frowned suddenly, turned back to the room, scrubbed and cleaned the dirt on his body, changed into a half-new blue shirt, went back to the small courtyard, sat down by the silk tree in the middle of the small courtyard, and closed his eyes Thinking about how to face the furious scumbag next.

That's right, rage.

He didn't believe that after seeing the words he wrote, he could calmly give the words to the cinnabar mole on his heart and the white moonlight in his palm.

On that paper, he only wrote eight big characters, and there was no signature.

It is exactly "the sword is in my hand, swing the sword to kill the dog".

It is to use today's "one day with a sword in hand, I will kill all the evil dogs in the world", and it is really appropriate to use it here.

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Little angels, if you think it’s okay, you can bookmark it. The style of writing is probably like this. The main theme is abuse, and the cp is undecided. Comments are being sought_(:зゝ∠)_