Self-inflicted self-inflicted self-inflicted villain [Quick Transmigration]

Instrumental music is playing together, and in the luxurious hall, gorgeous actors and actresses dance lightly, and every move, frown and smile is full of beauty that people can't take their eyes off.

The courtiers were sitting under His Royal Highness, but none of them put their mood on the delicious wine and delicacies in front of them. They all lowered their eyebrows and eyes, and they were silent.

On the throne sat the young king.

The noble robe he was wearing had come loose, and almost half of his upper body was exposed to the air, smudged by the sweet aroma.He raised his head and drank one cup after another. The liquid that he didn't have time to swallow ran down the corner of his mouth, leaving a transparent mark on his chest.The corners of his eyes had been dyed a thin red, there was no focus in his misty eyes, and his black hair was unrestrained, making that delicate face even more coveted.

The wine glass was dropped by him on the ground with a crisp sound.

He lowered his head and looked at the shards, his eyes still half-closed, his breath full of intoxication.

When the glass was broken, the sound of the instrumental music had already stopped.The actors stopped dancing for a moment and knelt on the ground, their trembling bodies expressing their fear.

The young Wang did not give them a look.

Supporting the throne, he stood up slowly, with his already disheveled skirts hanging on his body, unable to conceal the ambiguous traces on his body.Staggering, he walked towards His Highness's actors, as if walking on clouds, with a slightly drunk breath, those red marks on his pale and thin body were particularly glaring.

It's just that no one dared to look at it.

"Gu..." Walking in front of one of the actors, he suddenly knelt down and hugged the trembling body tightly, his voice was very soft, "Gu... want...you..."

Ling Guan's face became even paler in an instant, but he didn't dare to make any struggling movements, he just trembled and tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes.

"Leave... traces on Gu..." His voice was very slow and intermittent, his tone was also vague, his eyes were unfocused, as if separated by fog.

Just as the end of this sentence fell, a black shadow fell from the top of the hall and smashed firmly on the throne.

Fortunately, the throne was covered with luxurious fur, and the man just groaned.

In the next moment, the hidden guards who appeared suddenly suppressed the person who appeared suddenly, and knelt on the ground.

The young Wang supported himself, stood up slowly, walked towards the figure like a wandering soul, blinked his eyes that seemed to fall asleep in the next second, the dark eyes were still full of mist, "Are you... who…"

The suppressed person looked up at him, without a trace of fear in his eyes.With a smile, the man's voice echoed in the hall, "I said I was just passing by, do you believe me?"

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In the eerie dungeon, there was a body curled up.The blood was solidified on his body, and there were horrible scars under his tattered clothes.The long black hair was clumped with blood, and the rotten smell of the dungeon wafted into his nostrils, making him sick.

The man covered his mouth and nose with his hands, his body trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Outside the prison, Wang squatted on the ground in brocade clothes. He didn't care about the stains on his robes. He rested his chin and stared at him blankly. His eyes were half-closed, so that there was no trace of hostility in his breath. .

The person in the dungeon coughed and said to him, "Your Majesty, are you satisfied?"

"Ah..." Wei Wei opened his eyes wide, but still half asleep, Wang looked at the red blood in the dungeon, "...you...are not...people...because you...are not dead..."

All kinds of torture have long exceeded the limit of a person's tolerance.

"I will die only if you are satisfied." Although he was in a mess, the man's voice was still calm, "So, you..."

"This way... ah..." The voice was still erratic like incense.

Opening the door of the dungeon, the young king knelt and crawled to the side of the man, blood and dirt were all over the gorgeous robes on his body, but his expression was always in a daze.

Grabbing the man's hand, he pressed his body against it, stretched out his bright red tongue, and licked the blood on the man's cheek.

"Gu...beautiful..." He stopped his movements, knelt beside the person, and began to untie his robe bit by bit, his expression was as unreal as in a dream, "...do you love...Gu ..."

The robe was taken off, revealing a body covered with marks.He raised his hand and put the blood stained by his fingertips into his mouth, as if he was tasting some delicious food, "Leave... traces on... solitary..."

"..." The man's eyes widened in shock, then hurriedly picked up the scattered robes on the ground, and hurriedly put them on the king's body, "...Get dressed!"

After saying this, looking at the still dazed Wang, the man shouted towards the outside of the dungeon, "What are you pretending to be dead! Hurry up and send the king to take a bath and change clothes!"

Of course, no one reacted.

"Gu...I want you..." He stood up on the ground, not caring about Chun/Guang's exposed body, he said lightly, then turned around and walked away slowly.

Leaving behind... Si Zhuo who was frantically swiping the screen in his heart in the dungeon.

The author has something to say: Si Zhuo (calmly): I said I was just passing by, would you believe me.

A certain king (nodding slowly): ...I believe...so...come here...

Author: Well~ The attributes of this product haven’t been completely roughed out yet~~The next chapter is the exhibition~~Hmm~