The villain rolls over online [Quick Pass]

Li Qiubai saw many clips of "he" getting along with men in harmony again, this time he calmly observed carefully as a bystander.

These memory fragments seemed to appear in his mind suddenly, without any basis, how could he have had a harmonious life with that man, and how could he have no impression of these fragments——but the occasional memory The sense of familiarity made him unable to decisively deny that all this was an illusion.

The man adopted the injured little white fox, healed his wounds, and took good care of him. The little white fox habitually nestled next to the man. During the day, the man carried a bamboo basket to the mountain to collect herbs. Sometimes the little white fox looked around nimbly over his shoulder. , and sometimes sleep in a bamboo basket.

They get along day and night, the man's face is cold, but the details reveal his connivance towards the little white fox.

Li Qiubai was particularly concerned about the fragmentary picture.

But apart from these daily routines, there seems to be nothing else.

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Li Qiubai was in the boundless darkness, the blue starlight surrounded him and submerged into his body, like a warm sun in winter.

Li Qiubai's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and his frown slightly relaxed.

——It's so warm, as if there is a warm current flowing through the body.

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The streets are crowded with people. At noon, vendors selling candied haws are walking on the street. The sun is shining brightly. Beggars begging on the side of the road are sitting in the shade of the corner to enjoy the cool, and there are loud and noisy sounds from the street.

Li Qiubai was sitting at a noodle stall by the side of the street, a bowl of noodles was placed on the table in front of him, his attendants were sitting on the left and right sides, and he was eating noodles with chopsticks in graceful movements.

He was wearing a bright robe, with hair tied into a crown, handsome features, and a pleasant aura. Even in the middle of the city, he carried a noble aura that couldn't be ignored by everyone, but his face was pale, and he was haunted by frailty. color.

The three master and servant sat in this small noodle stall. Before they had eaten two bites of noodles, the noise at the street approached. A little beggar dressed in rags rushed out of the crowd, followed by a group of people chasing him. People shouted continuously, causing a little panic in the crowd.

The street was occupied by carts pulled by oxen. The little beggar was in a panic and headed straight for the noodle stall. He knocked over the table at the far end of the noodle stall—the table of Li Qiubai and the others.

When the little beggar came running, the two attendants had already protected Li Qiubai behind him.

"Be careful, son!"

The little beggar rolled around on the ground, and immediately stood up and wanted to escape. The group of people behind him quickly caught up. They punched and kicked the little beggar. From their insulting words, Li Qiubai roughly guessed what happened. go through.

The little beggar stole the buns from the bun shop, only to attract others to chase him.

Those people beat the little beggar to vent their anger, and the two steamed buns rolled down to nowhere, and they were already in a mess between their feet.

But for two steamed buns.

After the beating, those people left while spitting on "stinky beggars", and the people watching the theater gradually dispersed around them. The noodle stall owner's table was overturned and several bowls were broken. Naturally, the blame was placed on the little beggars. But the little beggar is like this, even the owner of the noodle stall who washes dishes for him looks down on him.

Li Qiubai glanced at the attendant, and the attendant understood it, put a piece of silver on another table, and told the boss that it was compensation.

Li Qiubai had no appetite. When he turned around to get into the carriage, he caught sight of the little beggar lying on the ground from the corner of his eye. Judging from his stature, he should not be very old. The little beggar moved his fingers and curled up towards the The crushed steamed buns were removed, revealing a stubbornness.

His body was messy, his hair was messy, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly, except for a pair of bright and pure eyes, which seemed to only see food.

Li Qiubai paused slightly, turned his head and whispered a few words to another attendant, but the attendant didn't dare to say more, went to the scallion pancake shop nearby to buy two pancakes, then knelt down next to the little beggar and handed them to him. He didn't want the little beggar to ignore him.

The attendant turned to look at Li Qiubai: "My lord, this..."

"Forget it, put him next to him." Li Qiubai said softly.

"Yes."

The carriage stopped by the noodle stall continued to move forward, and the little beggar was thrown behind him. He held the scallion pancake wrapped in butter paper in his hand, and ate it with his head buried in his mouth.

Li Qiubai was sitting in the carriage, holding a book of stories in his hand, the attendants driving the carriage outside couldn't help but ask doubts in their hearts: "My lord, why bother with that beggar who doesn't know what to do?"

Li Qiubai's eyes fell on the script, and he said after a while: "It's just doing it casually."

For him, it is similar to seeing the flowers and plants he likes on the side of the road and wanting to stop and take a second look.

"Young master is kind." The follower said.

Hearing this, Li Qiubai chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

This is the new illusion.

Unlike the previous illusions, the background of this story is in ancient times.

The male protagonist, Mu Chenyu, is the son of the queen in the palace. When he was born, the emperor was not the emperor, but the prince, and his mother was the princess. Because of an assassination, the infant male protagonist was avoiding Lost during assassination.

Later they sent a lot of people to look for it, but to no avail. In fact, everyone knows that there is little hope, because the male protagonist was lost in the wild forest in the mountains, and he was probably eaten by wild beasts in the mountains.

But the male protagonist survived. He was raised by wolves, and was not recognized until he was 14 years old. Because he had never been with others since he was a child, he couldn't speak, he was ridiculed a lot, and he was withdrawn by nature.

Although he is the eldest son of the emperor, everyone knows that he has been abolished.

But it was such an unpopular prince who slowly climbed up, step by step, overturned the court, overturned a dynasty, and finally sat on the supreme throne.

Every step he took was extremely difficult, like walking on thin ice. When he was under one man and above ten thousand people, no one dared to mention his past. He was a good emperor, but he also had a ruthless side.

In this plane, Li Qiubai's identity plays the role of the prime minister's son, a military adviser in the villain's camp. He was poisoned when he was still in the womb. His body has been weak since childhood, and he may not live to be 30 years old.

It is now nineteen.

He looks gentle and jade-like on the outside, but in fact, he has already been distorted inside. He is jealous and resentful of everything. If someone offends him, he can't wait to smash the other person to ashes, and his heart is endlessly gloomy.

There was a slight vibration in the carriage, Li Qiubai put down the script and rubbed his forehead.

The timing of his arrival in this illusion is when the plot has not yet begun, and the hero has not yet been recognized, which means that he has infinite possibilities to die in various ways before the plot actually unfolds.

The place Li Qiubai went to was the place where the hero first appeared - the underground black market for slave trade.

In the capital city, at the foot of the emperor, there is also a humorous zone.

The male protagonist was accidentally discovered by the black market of slave trade. No matter what means they got, they would display them in other ways here for auction.

This period of time before the plot is not described in detail in the book, only briefly mentioned in the subsequent plot.

The carriage arrived at the place, Li Qiubai got off the carriage, he entered the black market, and went straight to the arena, there are many dignitaries here, someone came to ask Li Qiubai if he wanted to win or lose, Li Qiubai waved his hand and refused.

Until the end, Li Qiubai still found nothing. This is not the first time he has come here, and this is the only clue to find the hero.

He stood up and said, "Go back."

The two attendants were surprised that he was suddenly interested in these places recently, but they didn't dare to ask more. In the next few days, Li Qiubai came here every day.

He has enough patience to wait for the hero to appear.

He has become a frequent visitor here, the servant saw him coming in, and led him to the VIP seat cleverly. The so-called VIP seat is on the second floor where you can see the arena below.

The arena is the biggest gimmick in the black market. There are thugs who are specially resident in the arena, and there are also newcomers. Some people fight with others, and there are also people who bite with wild beasts. Many wealthy and powerful people like to watch this kind of bloody screen.

Sitting in the VIP seat, Li Qiubai took a sip of water from the teacup on the table, his noble and elegant aura was incompatible with this place.

From his point of view, the following is like a square yard, the square yard in the middle is not covered, and next to the yard is the auditorium, which is much higher than the fighting arena below, and the three sides are ordinary spectators The VIP seat is on one side of the auditorium, the lower part is hollowed out, and the upper part is a bridge-like floor.

Li Qiubai could clearly see the crowd on the opposite side and on the left and right, and he could also clearly see the fighting field downstairs.

There are four entrances below. Once the fight starts, the entrances will be closed until one party loses in the fighting arena.

The last fight had just ended, the ground was stained with blood, people had already been taken down, and the owner of the arena came up to preside over the overall situation.

"Hey, everyone, don't worry, the next game will start soon." He stood in the middle and clapped his hands.

The doors on the left and right of him opened, and the huge cages on the left and right were pulled up on wheels and covered with black cloth.

Li Qiubai put down the notebook in his hand, raised his eyelids and glanced there lightly.

The host said a lot of words, earning everyone's curiosity. Under the eyes of everyone, he pulled down the black curtain, and the picture in the cage was revealed in everyone's eyes.

I saw a sleeping tiger on one side, and a thin young man on the other. The young man's long hair was scattered behind him, and only his lower body was covered with a short animal skin skirt. He was full of unruly wildness and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. , he leaned on the iron railing, looking blankly and vigilantly at the noisy crowd.

His body seems to have been washed, not too dirty, the bronze skin is covered with scars, old and new, the latest one is still soaked in blood, which looks like welts.

Li Qiubai's eyes fell on him.

This is the battlefield of humans and beasts.

The juvenile state is obviously different from ordinary people.

Li Qiubai didn't pick up the book again.

The people on the field opened the cage and quickly left the battle field. The tiger snorted, opened its eyes and got up, and walked out of the cage slowly. The surroundings were full of shouts from the crowd, and it was already possible to overwhelm whoever won.

Another servant came up to ask Li Qiubai if he wanted to press him, Li Qiubai raised his hand and waved it.

The boy curled his lips, thinking that he is a weird person, he spent money to buy a VIP seat, but he never wins or loses, not only that, but he only watches a few battles every time, and then picks up the storybook to read.

It's not a weird person to come here specially to read the script.

The black-eyed boy came out tentatively from the cage. He looked around and finally locked his eyes on the tiger opposite. stand up.

The boy stared viciously at the tiger facing him, his posture guarded. The tiger bared its teeth and crawled on its front legs, as if it would kick its legs and pounce at any moment. attack.

It is big and fierce, in sharp contrast to the young man, and its speed is very fast, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that its legs will be limp in fright.

The boy escaped, his arm was scratched by the tiger's sharp claws, and the fierceness in his eyes was even more fierce.

The young man who has lived in the mountains for many years, with his wild intuition, knows that he cannot beat the tiger. There are no shelters around, only two iron cages. The young man is hiding everywhere, and the tiger is chasing after him. Injured the boy, every time he attacked the boy, he could narrowly escape.

If this continues, he will be torn apart by the tiger sooner or later.

Li Qiubai called the servant, and the servant bowed beside him: "This master wants some tea?"

Li Qiubai waved his hand, pointed at the fleeing young man, and said, "He, I want it."

Just after Li Qiubai finished speaking, the boy he was pointing at nimbly jumped onto the tiger's back. He tapped his toes, and jumped onto the iron cage at the exit from the tiger's back—the cage was originally a It was used to trap the tigers. After they released the tigers at the exit, they all exited the field and the cages remained on the field.

The boy jumped onto the auditorium by taking advantage of the height of the iron cage.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

The young man's ferocious gaze swept across the faces of the onlookers, making those he stared at shudder and retreat one after another. The young man was like a headless fly flying through the crowd, causing panic wherever he went.

Soon, a large group of thugs came out to control the field, and the young man was thrown back to the field after losing two punches to four hands.

Winning or losing is undecided, teenagers are not allowed to leave the arena, this is the rule here.

Li Qiubai sat upstairs and poured another cup of tea to moisten his throat. The fight ended with the boy victorious. The boy killed the tiger with his dagger and teeth, but he himself was dying.

Therefore, no one competed with Li Qiubai for him, and even if there was something they wanted, they gave up after only two rounds of bidding. No one wanted to spend a lot of money to buy a useless person back.

After buying the boy, Li Qiubai didn't stay any longer, got up and prepared to leave with his entourage, and the boy was also taken away.

Li Qiubai returned to the mansion, the boy was placed in a wing in his yard, he ordered his servants to find a doctor, and stayed in the room by himself.

Even if the young man was injured like that, he was trapped in an iron cage and brought back from a remote route covered with black cloth. The iron cage was covered with hay, and the young man was lying on it, his chest rising and falling weakly. He was covered in blood and became a man. The blood man couldn't tell how many wounds he had on his body, just looking at it was enough to scare him.

The boy's hair was messed up, stained with blood, his face could not be seen clearly, and he stayed inside motionless.

Li Qiubai said, "Open it."

"Yes." The follower behind him took the key and opened the lock.