Seeking HE in the BE world

[Ding, the new world has been transmitted successfully. 】

[Data from Qizhong, the world's difficulty level is intermediate. 】

【BE value is 99】

[HE value is 1]

1984 Road: I have received the background information of the world, whether to check it now.

Lin Jinian moved his arm, and the iron chain made a tinkling sound.

"Look."

The name of this original body was Yun Wudu, and he lived in the Wuwang Hall of Qingmosan Mountain. The emperor paid three visits to Qingmosan Mountain, and later worshiped him as the national teacher.

One year when it snowed heavily, Yun Wudu went down the mountain to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings, and brought a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with him at the foot of the mountain.

The young boy was originally named Wen Zigui, the ninth prince in the imperial city, but he was not favored. His mother and concubine disappeared without a trace when he was four years old. Since then, rumors have spread in the palace that Wen Zigui is a wild species.

As the saying goes, people's words are fearsome. As Wen Zigui grew up, his appearance became more and more outstanding. The emperor finally believed the rumors and sent Wen Zigui to the deserted courtyard on the west side.

Since then, Wen Zigui's status has plummeted, and everyone can be bullied.

On the day of offering sacrifices and praying for blessings, Zhu Hong's gate was half-opened, and Yun Wudu passed by, just in time to meet the Ninth Prince Wen Zigui who was besieged and beaten by the eunuchs for food.

He was dressed in clouds and snow, and stretched out his hand to Wen Zigui: "Let's go."

Wen Zigui was thin and thin, and his green shirt was thin. He raised his head halfway, glanced at the man with fairy eyes, and said with a soft voice, "Where are you going?"

Yun Wudu said lightly: "Go home."

Wen Zigui said, "This is my home."

The broken courtyard here is his home, and he was abandoned here.

He was abandoned like a shoe.

Yun Wudu walked under the door frame, he pushed open the vermilion painted door, and snow fell one after another.

"This is not," he stood and looked back, "this is not your home."

"It's getting dark," Yun Wudu stood in the wind, his sleeves were blown up, "Come with me."

He propped up the green bamboo umbrella, and stretched out his hand to Wen Zigui.

Wen Zigui didn't move.

Only the bluish white remained in his eyes, his long eyelashes were slightly damp, and tears like beads slid down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Yun Wudu frowned slightly, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The wind and snow seemed to be a little smaller.

"Legs," Wen Zigui sniffled, feeling a little ashamed, lowered his head, and whispered, "Legs are numb, I dare not move."

Wen Zigui was taken to Qingmoshan Mountain and became Yun Wudu's most favored little apprentice.

But no one expected that five years later, Yun Wudu's favorite little apprentice, Wen Zigui, would kill his father while offering sacrifices to the main hall, and ascend the throne by himself.

Lin Jinian turned off the background information of the world, his eyes turned slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He likes this world.

Wen Zigui had already walked in front of him slowly at this time, bent down, wiped the fruit in his hand on the cuff embroidered with dragon patterns, and handed it to his mouth.

"I know you like to eat green fruits. When I went up the mountain, I picked them myself." Wen Zigui still smiled, but that smile seemed to be hidden in solid ice.

Lin Jinian turned his head, not looking at him, but said: "Take it away, I won't eat it."

"Don't eat?" Wen Zigui's smiling face froze, and his face became gloomy. He reached out to square Lin Jinian's face, pinched his chin with his hand, and asked in a calm voice, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

Lin Jinian was eager to try, but his face still had an expression of preferring death to surrender.

He said, "Don't eat."

"Okay," Wen Zigui put on that cold smile again, "If you don't eat, it's fine, I'll feed you."

Lin Jinian's jaw was caught, and the sound of the iron chain above his head was crisp, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he trembled uncontrollably.

When Wen Zigui saw his appearance, he seemed to be moved for a moment, and then he kissed him fiercely and hard.

The tip of Lin Jinian's tongue was numb from being kissed, and he wanted to escape, but Wen Zigui restrained him, unable to move an inch.

His neck was forced to be raised, his black hair was draped over his body, and he was powerless to passively bear the forceful kiss of the person on top.

What is Wen Zigui, why is he suddenly so violent?

Why does a person's personality change so easily.

And what was the feeling of being out of control at that moment just now?

The more worlds Lin Jinian experienced, the more suspicious points he discovered. He pondered for a moment, but he always felt that the most crucial line was missing.

Wen Zigui bowed his head while kissing, and saw Lin Jinian slightly distracted.He was very upset.

Grabbing Lin Jinian's hand that was chained, with a gloomy face, he bit heavily on his neck that was as white as fat.

"So preoccupied," Wen Zigui looked at him with a hint of danger in his eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

Lin Jinian frowned, recovering from the pain, he broke away from Wen Zigui's embrace, it was hard for him to remember his character design.

He pretended to be angry and said, "Go away, stay away from this deity."

Wen Zigui lowered his head halfway, unable to see his expression clearly, then suddenly raised his head for a while, and said aggrievedly: "Master, don't you like disciples the most?" He said this, his face changed again, and his voice returned to ice-cold, " How can I let my apprentice go away?"

Lin Jinian: "..."

Wen Zigui didn't treat him badly as a master, fearing that he might get hurt, the chains that bound his wrists seemed to be made of special materials.

After such a long time, except for a little numbness in the arm, there is no other feeling.

"A rebel," Lin Jinian said calmly, "you are so rebellious, don't you fear being punished by heaven?"

Wen Zigui turned his body halfway, and the hem of his black clothes swept across the bluestone, "God's wrath? I've done everything from killing my father and my brother, why should I be afraid of God's wrath?"

Lin Jinian looked at him, and finally sighed helplessly, as if he never thought that the obedient little apprentice before would become like this.

He lowered his eyebrows halfway, and persuaded, "Zi Gui, turn around and be right."

Wen Zigui's eyes were gloomy, he stared at Lin Ji Nian for a long time, he seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation, turned around and left.

Under the stone gate, he stopped, "I can't go back."

"Tomorrow is my enthronement ceremony. Master, prepare well, and I will pick you up tomorrow." At the end, he added, "Don't try to escape, or I don't know what I will do."

The stone gate fell heavily.

The room fell into silence again, and the green fruit was placed on the stone table.

"Tsk." Lin Jinian clicked his tongue, "Deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, I don't know how to respect the teacher."

If 1984 could materialize, it would definitely roll its eyes at this moment.

Acting like the real thing.

It would be better if the voice wasn't so cheerful.

Lin Jinian noticed the change in 1984's mood, and he said in a low voice, "What? 1984, do you have an opinion?"

"No," 1984 replied decisively, "Only the host will follow the lead."

Lin Jinian shook his arm, his black eyes were light and glazed, he glanced at the iron chain and said, "If you haven't brought it to me, is it really impossible for me to tie it up overnight?"

He softened his numb wrist, and told 1984 about the uncontrollable things at the beginning.

He frowned and said, "In these worlds, there has never been a situation where the body is out of control."

1984 was also quite suspicious. He sneaked into the database, checked the big data, and found that such a situation had never occurred.

He was a little uncertain and said, "I'll ask the main system later."

The next day.

The stone door was half open, and Wen Zigui came stepping up the steps, dressed grandly, with flying dragons embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs of his black clothes.

He looked at Lin Jinian with a playful and happy expression, "Master, I'm here to pick you up."

He walked towards Lin Jinian, and the room was filled with his breath.

Just as Lin Jinian straightened his face and was about to say something, a noisy life suddenly sounded outside the cave.

"Wen Zigui, you bastard, quickly return Master."

"I really misunderstood you. The senior brother has raised a white-eyed wolf for five years. Wen Zigui, have you forgotten how the master treats you on weekdays?"

Hearing Zigui's words, his expression changed.

He stopped and said with a sneer, "Master, your disciples have come to see you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, looked back in the skylight of the stone platform, and said without a trace of warmth, "Teacher, please entertain and entertain the seniors."

……

When I came back, it was already half time for a cup of tea.

As soon as Wen Zigui got started, Lin Jinian sensed something was wrong.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood piercing into the nostrils.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Jinian was really worried this time, and his voice was anxious.

Wen Zigui raised his eyebrows lightly when he heard this: "Master, is this concerned about me?"

Lin Jinian stared at his slightly pale lips, frowned and said firmly: "You are hurt."

"Hmph, how could I get hurt?" He turned his head unnaturally, "Only because of him..."

Having said that, he paused suddenly, as if trying to endure something.

In an instant, his lips were pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Jinian: "..."

He said angrily: "Shut up for me, don't talk!"

After finishing speaking, his hands were quickly removed from the chains.

Lin Jinian: "What are you doing here like a wooden man, and you haven't stretched out your hand yet."

Wen Zigui's pupils were dark, he looked at his wrist and said nothing.

Just as Lin Jinian was about to yell again, he followed his gaze to look at his wrist, and then his eyebrows twitched.

He turned his head slowly, and the empty iron chain was hanging down on the ground alone.

Lin Jinian: "..."

Is it too late to drill back now?