snow white his stepmother

An Jie was very depressed. He recalled all the things after he came to this world. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Who the hell would deliberately dress up as a woman to scare people? Even if he used to be a woman's dress, he was forced to do so. Now the "Queen" obviously can't control him long ago, but he still has to dress up as a woman to scare people. Isn't this a pervert?

Don't be afraid of the enemy playing tricks, just be afraid that the enemy is a pervert, damn it.

An Jie was a little anxious, and even bit his nails subconsciously.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. An Jie calmed down and shouted, "Please come in."

The door was opened, and someone walked in with a steaming bowl of soup.

"Queen, this is the venison soup that His Highness specially made for you. It is mixed with tender heart and liver. Please hurry up and finish it."

The person who came was a strange maid. An Jie hadn't seen it among his maids, and it was probably from Snow White's side.

An Jie was a little annoyed, but the strange maid brought the soup bowl closer to him, so he had to look over.

With just such a glance, An Jie was taken aback.

The bright red meat soup was still steaming, and the blood visible to the naked eye was rolling with the bubbles from Gulu. The large and small pieces of meat seemed to be chopped up twice before being carelessly thrown into the pot, and they were not cooked yet. It was served with some weird condiments——An Jie quickly turned his head away, fearing that he would throw up if he looked at it again.

Are you really not poisoned?

"Queen?" The maid carrying the bowl sent the things forward again.

"You put it aside, I'll let it dry for a while before eating." An Jie tried to suppress the nausea in his heart, and said to the maid.

The maid was unmoved, and called out again: "Queen, His Highness personally made this for you, do you really not want to eat it?" Although her expression was respectful, it was superficial, and anyone could see it. Show her perfunctory.

Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, your sister!An Jie wanted to slap him across the face, but he had to lower his head, and took the bowl while pinching his nose.

But the maid still didn't move, she stood quietly beside An Jie, as if she wanted to watch him finish eating.

An Jie glanced at the maid, and the maid's expression was very calm, as if she was not afraid of him.

What a sad situation.

An Jie sighed secretly, can such a queen hurt the princess?Can you feed the princess a poisoned apple?Can the princess meet his true son, the necrophilic prince?Then wouldn't he trigger the plot and end up being killed by the prince who avenged the princess?

Thinking of this, he felt a little bit of joy in the midst of bitterness - let you do it, make you sick of me!I'm not going to go through the plot anymore!Make you lonely forever!

An Jie doesn't know whether Snow White can live alone forever, he only knows that now he is under the eaves and has to bow his head. Snow White clearly disgusts him, but he still has to let this pervert succeed.

An Jie stirred the spoon, took a spoonful and swallowed it slowly.

The fishy smell was very strong, and the salt was very light. An Jie suppressed the urge to vomit, took a few more mouthfuls, put the bowl aside, and said to the maid, "You saw that I ate it, is it okay?"

"I hope the Queen can finish His Highness's wishes." The maid said flatly.

An Jie frowned and said, "I'm not feeling well today, so I don't want to eat so fast." He suppressed his anger and said, "Go out, I'll eat later."

"queen……"

"Get out!" An Jieke couldn't control the impatience in his heart, he couldn't help but rubbed his forehead - he didn't know if it was because of nausea, he felt a rumble in his head, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

The maid looked An Jie carefully, hesitated for a while, and finally walked out.

The door was closed again, and An Jie fell on the bed, curled up with his head in severe pain.

——Damn it, what did the perverted princess feed him?

An Jie felt that the sound of the violent beating of his temples reached his ears, and after the sound of thump, thud, there was the sound of something collapsing and cracking. He even felt that he had inhaled dust and coughed a few times.

After a while, when he was so painful that he was about to faint, he actually slowly got better, the severe pain subsided, and his chaotic brain regained consciousness.

An Jie sat up from the bed, looking blankly at the changes around him—the bed was still there, and the magic mirror was still there, but everything else in the bedroom disappeared, even the walls disappeared, leaving only the pale ground and Looking at the past is a pale blank.

where is this?

An Jie was at a loss. He sat on the bed, and suddenly heard a childish voice not far away: "Mother... Mother..."

An Jie looked over and saw a little boy about three or four years old. His skin was as white as snow, his lips were as red as blood, his hair was as black as ebony, and his blue pupils were like starry nights. A little angel from heaven.

A young and elegant woman whose facial features could not be seen clearly hugged him tenderly, leaving a kiss on his immature cheek, "My dear Baixue...".

After a while, the scene became indistinct like a phantom, slowly disappearing into paleness.

Another five or six-year-old boy came out of the light, casting a long and narrow shadow on the ground. He lowered his head, looked at his out-of-the-ordinary skirt, and asked in panic and bewilderment: "Mother, why do I have to dress up as a girl?" child?"

A mirror appeared in front of him, and a girl in a black dress appeared behind him. Her face was indifferent and her eyes were gloomy. She casually put a fingertip on the boy's shoulder and said, "Isn't this great? I Snow White."

"Ah? But mother, I am not a princess..." The boy lowered his head and murmured sadly, "I am my mother's favorite Snow White..."

The voice gradually became low, and the scene dissipated. After a moment of silence, the child just now was slapped and fell to the ground, and the girl in the black skirt angrily kicked him: "Idiot! How dare you resist?! "

The boy burst into tears: "Wow! I want to tell my father!"

Only then did the girl's aggressive anger subside. She squatted down hypocritically, and faced the boy with a distorted smile: "Hey, my little baby, why don't you listen to your mother?"

One side of the boy's cheek was already red and swollen, and he cried, "I don't want to be a princess."

"Why don't you want to..." the girl murmured, "It's great to be a princess, and you can marry the most noble prince or king in the world."

After a while, another boy of twelve or thirteen years old was sitting in front of a mirror. The girl (?) who had inevitably had some tough lines painted concealed makeup, smeared the boy's face with something, and even used Bright red paint drew a circle on the tip of the boy's nose.

"Go, my princess." She (?) clapped her hands and laughed shrilly, "Go to the ball, my princess, and let the whole country see what you look like now, haha!"

The boy looked at him silently, straightened his skirt expressionlessly, got up and walked towards the dance hall where laughter could be faintly heard.

An Jie stared dumbfounded, feeling angry with indescribable complex emotions.

On the one hand, he sympathizes with this boy who was bullied by a pervert since he was a child, but on the other hand, he himself is a bit of a pervert who bullies others... Damn, all perverts deserve to die! ! !Is it really good to treat such a small and beautiful child? ! ! !

An Jie couldn't help jumping off the bed, trying to stop the boy from the front: "Hey, don't go, don't go!!!" The boy was not dressed up as a princess since he was a child, but by his stepmother who came halfway. As a princess, An Jie could almost imagine the grand occasion of the boy's appearance.

But An Jie couldn't stop him, the boy couldn't see him, he didn't even pause in his steps, and with a clown-like face, he passed through his body directly face to face with An Jie.

"Don't go." An Jie murmured almost in despair.

He even felt that he had heard the overwhelming humming of ridicule.

do not go……

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

Hearing this familiar voice, An Jie was startled suddenly. He turned his head in horror, and saw the adult version of Snow White he was familiar with standing behind him, with a face with horrible makeup pressed against his ear.

As soon as An Jie turned his head, the two of them met eye to eye and nose to nose, and Snow White's black feather-like eyelashes slapped him on the face.

An Jie was startled, and hurriedly took a few steps back, but was suddenly covered by a wooden barrel that fell from the sky, and was placed on a high shelf, only his head and limbs were exposed.

Snow White suddenly stood far away from him. The long skirt disappeared just now, and she was wearing a smart men's attire. Her long hair was also cut short, but her face was blurred and she couldn't see clearly.

And Snow White (?), who had resumed her men's clothes, was pulling a longbow with ease, and pointed the sharp arrow at the wooden barrel that made Anjie unable to move.

An Jie's pupils shrank sharply, and the bowstring was loosened from Bai Xue's fingertips. The sharp arrow pierced the void, came through the wind, and sank into the barrel under his horrified eyes.

An Jie felt the pain tearing his heart and lungs, he choked out a mouthful of blood, the shadow of death enveloped him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

— Am I going to die again?

——"I" did deserve what I deserved, but I... can't be reconciled!

Seeing the second arrow roaring again, An Jie opened his eyes suddenly!

He finally saw the familiar gauze cover and the ceiling covered by the gauze cover again, and a familiar face leaned over to look at his face that was even paler from fright.

"My queen, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Bai Xue seemed to wipe the cold sweat off An Jie's forehead with a gloved hand in pity, "Is it better now? The dance is about to start, just wait You."

An Jie was stunned, and it took him a while to react. He glanced at Bai Xue, and quickly turned his head away—the fear of facing death made him dare not take a second look.

He sat up obediently, only to find that there was a set of clothes beside his bed, which was very gorgeous, but it was obviously a set of men's clothes.

Amid An Jie's violent and flustered heartbeat, Bai Xue smiled softly and said, "Hurry up and change into your prom clothes, my queen mother, I will wait for you at the door."