I stole the script of the abusive male protagonist

"Because, my name is Lu Zhuo."

These words echoed in Ji Fengwu's ears, his eyes widened in surprise, this boy in front of him is Brother Zhuo?Did he get smaller too?Then why can't I recognize myself.

Before he could open his mouth, the voice of the small ball of light suddenly came from the seed, and only Ji Fengwu could hear it: "Don't be intimidated, this is not a real world, but a combination of Moyuan and Luzhuo's dreams, you can Think of it as the illusion of that ancient banyan...anything can happen here."

"The boy in front of me may be Lu Zhuo, but whether he has memory or not, whether he is really a child is hard to say. Be careful not to expose it."

As soon as Xiao Guangqiu's words fell, Ji Fengwu put away his surprised expression, and he raised his head to meet Lu Zhuo's puzzled expression.

Ji Fengwu concealed: "Probably I misheard, or I came to find a younger brother named Lu Zhuo."

"That's good!" Lu Zhuo smiled happily: "You must have come to me, wait, I'll let you in!"

Lu Zhuo took out a black board from his pocket, and pressed it lightly, and the door of the villa downstairs also heard the sound of opening, and opened the door to Ji Fengwu.

Ji Fengwu hid his illness and tried his best to walk into the villa with normal steps. When he opened the door, he saw a magnificent decoration of local tyrants, Persian carpets, plaster columns, marble tiles, crystal chandeliers... piled full of copper smell.

It's a pity that Ji Fengwu is an ancient person and doesn't know how to do it at all, and the Canglang Courtyard where he and Lu Zhuo lived together is really antique, and the area is also larger.

Ji Fengwu just looked at an oil painting hanging in the entrance with a bit of disgust. In the painting, a huge old man was eating the body of a young man.

The young man's body has been completely mutilated, his head and right arm have disappeared, and his body hangs down weakly, held tightly by the monster old man.The old man was half-kneeling on the ground, his limbs were thick and deformed, his head was huge, his facial features were distorted and swollen, he opened his mouth wildly, and swallowed the young man's arm like a black hole.

This oil painting is real and dark, like the horror and madness in the dark chaos, Ji Fengwu frowned... Is such a terrible painting hanging at the door to suppress evil?But if it is a painting of Zhenxie, shouldn't it be monsters who are eaten?

Ji Fengwu shook his head like a little adult, looked at the power of the villa, only to see a dangling silver door deep in the living room, which made a ding.

The door opened slowly, and there was only a small space inside. Lu Zhuo sat on a chair with wheels, and then lightly pressed the button, and the chair turned and opened.

Well, it's amazing!Is this some kind of strange magic weapon?

Thinking this way, Ji Fengwu walked out, not wanting Lu Zhuo to drive the chair over and see that scary painting.

But what he didn't know was that this oil painting was "Saturn Devouring His Son" by the Spanish painter Francisco Goya. Peers... This oil painting describes the terrifying appearance of Kronos devouring his parents and children in order to maintain his rule.

It's a pity that none of Ji Fengwu and Lu Zhuo has this kind of knowledge. As for the little light ball, the three worlds it has experienced are all ancient worlds, let alone such knowledge.

Lu Zhuo noticed Ji Fengwu's curious gaze, patted the chair beside him lightly, and said proudly: "This is called an automatic wheelchair, but my mother bought it for me to use it for transportation. Have you ever seen it?"

"Wheelchair...something used for transportation?" Ji Fengwu heard this and looked at the boy's legs. Lu Zhuo was wearing clean and tidy trousers and a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet. There was no problem at all: " Why are you using a wheelchair? Is there something wrong with your leg?"

Lu Zhuo was a little disappointed when he heard the words: "Yes, my mother said that I can't walk anymore."

But the next moment, Lu Zhuo laughed again, and he comforted himself: "But it's okay, anyway, my mother is busy, so I can't go out...other people in the community never come to play with me, so I can't walk relation!"

"Mom said last night that someone would come to play with me. Today, little brother, you are here. I am so happy!"

"Brother Zhuo..." Ji Fengwu was born slightly, feeling sore and aching in his heart, he never thought that Lu Zhuo in his dream would be such a poor and lonely child.

Ji Fengwu put down the drafts he had prepared in his heart, and slowly ran to Lu Zhuo's side, held up the boy's little hand and said, "Yes, I'm here to play with you today, I don't know what you want to play?"

"Okay!" Lu Zhuo said happily: "Let's go back to the room first, I have a lot of fun babies!"

Then he drove his electric wheelchair slowly towards the silver door, and then pressed a '↑' button on the wall next to it.

The small ball of light can see the situation here through the seeds, and it explained to Ji Fengwu: "This is an elevator, a mechanism that can lead to other floors."

"In addition, I already have some clues about the nature of this dream, you must be careful! According to my calculations, Lu Zhuo's (Lu Zhuo)'s legs are fine at all, so there must be something wrong with it."

"You must remember that this is a dream, and it is also a nightmare related to Moyuan... What it shows may not be real, but it must be related to reality."

Hearing this, Ji Fengwu was taken aback for a moment, then followed Xiao Lu Zhuo into the elevator without changing his face, and reached the second floor of the villa.

Lu Zhuo's room was in the innermost part of the second floor. Ji Fengwu followed him in, and felt that the room was clean and beautiful. The room was very big, with beds, wardrobes, desks, TVs, and game areas. The head of the bed and the ceiling were all covered. Painted a playful wall painting.

However, Ji Fengwu keenly noticed that the traces of use in this room are very shallow, and many things are covered with a little dust. It seems that Lu Zhuo doesn't like it at all, so he rarely uses it.

Moreover, the windows of this room are small and narrow, covered by black curtains, blocking the outside sight and sunlight, so the whole room looks dark and gloomy, as if there are some cold things hidden behind this childlike beauty.

Lu Zhuo took out the black board and opened the room. The small light ball reminded Ji Fengwu that this was the remote control, and then walked to the opposite side of the bed.

Opposite the bed is a cabinet with a glass window, in which there are all kinds of puppet toys, which seem to be Xiao Lu Zhuo's treasures, so the display is very neat.

Lu Zhuo drove the wheelchair, walked directly to the cabinet, opened the cabinet very happily, and waved to Ji Fengwu: "I have many dolls that my mother gave me, let's play together!"

Ji Fengwu walked over and helped Lu Zhuo take out all kinds of puppets from the cabinet, but when he saw the puppets, he was shocked. None of these puppets were in perfect condition... or they were missing eyes Some of the dolls had broken arms and legs, and some of the dolls had damaged cloth covers and had red patches sewn on them.

However, Lu Zhuo was not surprised at all, and still regarded these dolls as treasures. He took out a little monkey with a shriveled inner core and handed it to Ji Fengwu, and then said: "Let's play with these dolls, you will be theirs." Dad, I will be their mother!"

"Eh..." Ji Fengwu lost his voice, unexpectedly, Brother Zhuo, who had become smaller, would take him to play with this, "Okay, okay, I'll be a father."

"Okay!" Lu Zhuo threw the doll on the bed, then drove the wheelchair over, and carefully moved it from the bed. Ji Fengwu hurried over and hugged Lu Zhuo directly onto the bed.

It's so light, Ji Fengwu felt like Lu Zhuo once.

"Thank you dear!" Lu Zhuo entered the scene very quickly, and rushed over, leaving a fragrant kiss on Ji Fengwu's face.

Ji Fengwu jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and the feathers on his wings exploded... But Lu Zhuo couldn't see it like other passers-by.

He covered his face, his face flushed instantly, and he said nervously and shyly, "What are you doing? Why, why did you suddenly kiss me?"

"You are father, I am mother...so I want to kiss you." Lu Zhuo said as it should, but he seemed to be frightened, lowered his head, and said a little wronged: "Mom and dad are like this. "

"Dad, are parents like this?" Ji Fengwu stammered, he had never experienced this before, he was just a mother.

However, Lu Zhuo seemed to be reminded by him, clapped his hands and said: "That's right, Mom and Dad are not like this."

"Mom and Dad are like this...it should be like this." Lu Zhuo picked up a relatively intact rabbit doll, and then yanked it hard with his hand, snapping off the black glass that was used as the little rabbit's eyes.

Lu Zhuo showed a flustered expression, took Ji Fengwu's hand and said: "My husband is not good! Our little Zhuo's eyes were injured, and there was a lot of blood. You should go home and have a look."

Then he rubbed his eyes, showing an aggrieved and sad expression, patted Ji Fengwu's hand and said: "Xiao Zhuo misses you so much, that's why he did such a thing... Can you stay, Spend more time with the children?"

Then Lu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, returning to the innocent expression that belonged to the child before, well, we can proceed to the next step.

Lu Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of these words, but every time his mother said this to his father, his father would stay at home for several days.

He looked at Ji Fengwu curiously, why didn't he proceed to the next step?

He pushed Ji Fengwu's hand and urged: "You can take the next step... now you can kiss, that's how parents are."

But Ji Fengwu fell silent, as if a chill came up from his spine, cooling his heart.

The author has something to say: Young Deer and Young Ji's play house~ Attention everyone, although it is a pure young tame dye, don't forget that this world is a nightmare!

The "Saturn Devouring His Son" in this chapter, also known as "The God of Saturn Eating His Son", is one of the paintings of the great Spanish painter Francisco Goya. If you are timid, don't read it, it is very scary.

I came back to add more after get off work today.I just finished writing this chapter, tomorrow's update will be at three or six in the afternoon~