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

What does hell look like?

Will it be more terrifying than here?

It was dark and humid, the sun was blocked by the thick walls, the disgusting smell of blood in the darkness, mixed with the smell of corpses, made people sick.

Just standing at the door of the death row, the guards wearing uniform dark blue robes already frowned and muttered, "...It's really bad luck to be sent to such a place."

Another guard standing not far from him looked at him and pouted, "Speak less. Don't do anything yet."

The guard suppressed his nausea, walked into the death cell, dragged out the corpses one after another, and then poured water on the blood-stained ground to dilute some of the smell.

Really unable to bear this terrifying atmosphere, the guard complained in bits and pieces.

"This is unbearable. Heh, there..." Another guard pointed at the death cell, "...that's hell."

The guard looked up at the direction he was pointing at, but only saw darkness, and he looked away unnaturally.

"You know that a few days ago, the prince was accused of treason..." The older guard poured another bucket of water on the ground, and the blood was smudged.

"Well, I heard that it was His Highness the Sixth Highness who was sent by the king to be a proton before, and met a spy in another country who had a connection with the prince..."

"Anyway, that Crown Prince," the guard interrupted him impatiently, and raised his chin in the direction he just pointed, "Here, it's inside. I guess he won't live for a few days." After a pause, some Shaking his head sighing, "If you let go earlier, you will be freed as soon as possible. You don't have to suffer, but he still..."

The guard listened blankly, pursed his lips, and decided to forget what he heard immediately.

And the parties under discussion were indeed in such a miserable situation.

"Pa..." The whip hit him, and the barbs brought out the flesh, and blood blossomed.

His thin body trembled, his consciousness gradually returned from a coma, and what came up together was severe pain.

The suspended arms struggled twice, and the sound of iron chains sounded.

The robe he was wearing had turned into rags, blood stuck it to his body, and his hair was covered with black hair, covering his face.

Another blow of the whip, blood spattered at the jailer's feet.

He couldn't speak, his half-closed eyes were out of focus, and redness overflowed from his pale lips.

"Xi Jing."

When his name was called, his fingers moved slightly.

"Your Highness is really stubborn. Just say it clearly."

The jailer's voice was an ugly hoarse.

Say?

say what…

With his head lowered, Xi Jing's consciousness was in a trance again.

"Ugh..." In the next second, the flesh on his back seemed to be lifted, and the pain was so severe that his already speechless throat overflowed with pain.

That's salt.spilled on the wound on his back.

The arm bound by the iron chain was suddenly released, and Xi Jing fell to the ground, his body trembling from the pain, but he couldn't shed a drop of tears.

Blood-stained face, messy long black hair, and blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

gentlemen…

Am I going to die...

gentlemen…

Lying on the dirty ground, enduring the pain of wanting to die, Xi Jing was in a trance, and actually remembered the pavilion that the man took him to many years ago.

The view from the heights...beautiful.

I thought that I would not be able to shed tears for a long time, but when I thought of the starry night sky and the perfect smile that never changed, Xi Jing's eyes suddenly turned red.

Sir...I'm in so much pain...

A whip fell again, and blood gushed out.

sir...didn't you say...you'd make me king...

The coagulated blood scab was lifted, and the pain hit.

sir...help me...

The dislocated wrist was reattached and he was unable to move.

sir... sir...

Muscles and bones were clamoring for pain, and Xi Jing vomited blood.

"Master Si Zhuo, he is dead."

Suddenly these words resounded in Xi Jing's mind.

At that moment, despair spread in his heart.

The extremely thin polished dagger was attached to the neck, and the coolness was like Xi Jing's heart at the moment.

Sir... He clearly said he would protect me.

fraud.

The tip of the knife pierced into the shoulder blade and pulled down, drawing a terrible scar.

So painful.

It would be better to die.

"The best way to forget pain is to cover it with joy."

With blurred eyes, I saw the person talking to me in a haze, still smiling perfectly, and said to myself, 'Xi Jing, you will become a king. '

joy... cover up...

Xi Jing tried his best to recall, the sweet and extravagant aroma, the alluring and addictive skin touch, the enjoyment of fine wine and delicacies...

I am not in pain.

I am feeling joy.

He said it in his heart over and over again, hypnotized himself, opened his eyes, faced a point in the void, and smiled as if he saw something.

Sir, don't look at me like that.

He opened his mouth, speaking silently, spitting out blood.

With the smell of blood in his mouth, he licked his lips, tasting the taste of his own blood.

Sir, what kind of wine is this, it tastes really good.

The whip struck again, his skin was ripped apart, and his body was left with horrible scars.

Xi Jing's face was a little pale, but he still looked towards the void, with a smile on his lips, and kept repeating in his heart.

I am not in pain.

I am feeling joy.

His brighter smile was seen by the jailer.The jailer took a sudden step back, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the creeping feeling.

Xi Jing seemed to be immersed in his own world.His hands rubbed against the ground, the fingers with their nails stripped off were dripping with blood, but the gentle movement of stroking the ground was like stroking a lover's cheek.

The jailer raised his whip and hit the bruised body fiercely, as if to drive away his sudden fear.

But this body smiled more happily, as if he was not in this miserable situation, but at a banquet, smiling wantonly.

This smile is too beautiful, appearing on this scarred body, it will only make people feel... shuddering.

The author has something to say: Jailor (whipping the whip): Damn it!Scared me!Meet a shake M!This job can't be done!

Xi Jing (picking up the whip): ...sir...

Si Zhuo (suppressed laughter): Hahahaha...Xi M, don't come over here, let me laugh for a while hahaha...Look at how you scare Jailor Jun into a hahaha...

Sixth Prince (calmly): Stop laughing, if you laugh any more, the foreshadowing of my appearance in this chapter will be dropped by the clouds again.

Xi Jing (licking lips): Then...don't...appear...

Lord Boss (sneering): Si Zhuo, you'd better explain to me why the emperor protagonist who should have a harem/three thousand palaces is made like this by you!

Author: Uh huh~ As a gong who uttered lines like 'I clearly agreed to protect my Tuyan', the king's seductive attribute is also increasing today~~ Congratulations~~ (Xi Jing: . ..) Mmmm~ The next chapter is God’s Exhibition~~ Just the sauce~~

ps: Xie Crab #喜林#’s landmine~ hug the crazy relatives~~(*╯3╰)~The motivation of the Lun family is to leave a message~~Little angels love to let the Lun family be flooded with messages~Maybe they can summon a double Gengjun~ Believe it or not~ Anyway, the Lun family believed it~~