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

Xi Jing didn't know how he got into that mansion.

The scars all over his body have not healed, there are whip wounds, and bruises, but the most serious is the scar from the dagger, which spreads from the shoulder blade down to the lumbar spine.His slender fingers were wrapped in gauze, but he could still feel a heart-piercing pain when he moved them lightly.After the serious injury, the body has no strength at all.

However, he still relied on the support of his servants, tried his best to support his weak body, and walked towards the mansion step by step.

He no longer cared about the pain in his body.

All the attention is put on the master of this mansion.

Thoughts surged in his mind.

gentlemen…

not dead.

But why didn't you come and save me?

Why...don't you come to see me?

And the sixth prince...

Back then, Qingyun's tragic death was still vivid in his mind.

"You were abandoned by him."

The sixth prince's words played back in Siqi's mind over and over again.

That pitiful look made Xi Jing feel very desperate.

"You can't do anything without him."

do not talk!

"You can't become king... because, he chose me."

The more you don't want to hear it, the more lingering that voice will be.

Xi Jing fell into a nightmare, and he didn't even notice when the servant stopped.

Until, that familiar voice sounded.

"Xi Jing."

As if suddenly coming back to his senses, Xi Jing raised his eyes to look.

The luxurious and extravagant room is still burning with the familiar incense.The intoxicating aroma made Xi Jing's face paler.

The man was lying on his side on the couch, his black hair hanging down, spreading on the bed, and the black robe was embroidered with dark patterns.He held the crimson flower branch in his hand, glanced casually at the beautiful dancer kneeling beside him, and reached out to decorate the flower branch in the dancer's hair.

That flower is very special, the outer side of the petals is bright red, but towards the center, it turns into an abrupt black.It's like... stained.

As if finally aware of Xi Jing's arrival, the man turned his head sideways and looked at Xi Jing. There was no emotion in those black eyes, which were pure and seemed to contain an abyss.He chuckled lightly, his already handsome facial features, against the ambiguous atmosphere at this time, looked like a seductive and depraved monster.

Xi Jing stood there dumbfounded, without saying a word.

The man sat up straight, stood up slowly, and walked towards Xi Jing.

Subconsciously, Xi Jing took a step back.

The man didn't intend to stop, he approached step by step, and then gently stroked Xi Jingyou's scarred face.

"Xi Jing. Does it hurt?"

Xi Jing didn't answer.

Without any change in expression, still with a perfect smile, the man tore away Xi Jing's skirt, as if he hadn't seen those terrible scars, put one hand on the wound wrapped in gauze, and exerted force without hesitation. , until the wound was torn open, and the gauze was stained red with blood.

Seeing Xi Jing's paler face, he asked again in a gentle voice.

"Answer me. Xi Jing, are you in pain?"

Xi Jing lowered his brows and eyes, his body was trembling due to the pain, his voice was so small that it almost merged with the fragrance, "It doesn't hurt."

Wang...it won't hurt.

Sir...don't abandon me.

The man withdrew his hand, as if nothing had happened, arranged the lapel of Xi Jing's clothes affectionately, put it close to his ear, and whispered softly, just like speaking to the closest person, only speaking without the slightest hint. temperature.

"What if it doesn't hurt." He forced Xi Jing to raise his head, not allowing the slightest escape, as if he wanted to engrave his words in Xi Jing's heart, "This is a punishment for the weak."

weaklings...

Xi Jing opened his eyes wide, but did not refute anything.

"...First..." As if his voice was suppressed, Xi Jing's words were very vague.

The skin touched by that person felt as if it had been burned by a branding iron, hot and painful.

The man stared at Xi Jing, trembling in front of him, unable to complete a sentence.

He let go of Xi Jing, and sighed slightly, "I was wrong..." He turned sideways, and withdrew his gaze from Xi Jing, "Third Prince."

He smiled, as usual.

However, this smile is like a work of art, beautiful but unreal.

Xi Jing's legs softened and he knelt down.Humble, he knelt down to that person's feet, raised his head, and begged that person silently.

Tears welled up at some point, staining Xi Jing's face.

sir...please...

don't abandon me...

I...only you...

Xi Jing's brain was dizzy.

At this moment, he only had one thought, that is, not to let this person leave.

If that person leaves...

I can't be king...

even...will die...

"...Mister..." He climbed up the corner of the man's clothes and got close to him, not even caring about the severe pain in his body, "Forgive me..."

His voice was very hoarse, and even every syllable was trembling.

What did I do wrong...

Mr. is not happy...

no matter what you let yourself do...

As long as sir can calm down...

As if offering a sacrifice, Xi Jing grabbed the man's hand and reached into his robe.

The man turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Xi Jing felt the eyes on her again, and Yaoyao showed a slight smile, flattering and obedient.Putting the man's finger on the wound on the shoulder blade, Xi Jing knelt on the ground, got close to the man, and then pierced the man's finger.

Flesh and blood were separated, and the severe pain made Xi Jing break out in cold sweat.But he didn't let go of the man's hand, as if he was using his own pain to calm the man down.

The man looked at Xi Jing's expression intently, and then withdrew his hand abruptly.

His fingertips were stained with blood.

It seems that the sticky touch of flesh and blood still remains.

Under Xi Jing's increasingly gloomy eyes, the man lightly licked the blood remaining on his fingertips, then took Xi Jing's arm, and bent down, "Sure enough, you are the only one who is suitable to be a king." Not caring about the blood on Xi Jing's body, she gently picked him up and let him sit on the couch.

"... Wang..." Xi Jing murmured, as if he was just repeating what the man said.The wound is still bleeding, but no one cares.

"I'm sorry, I doubted you..." The man stroked Xi Jing's hair, and looked at him with fake tenderness in his eyes, "... Xi Jing. You won't blame me, right?"

Xi Jing looked into the man's eyes, as if being tempted, and nodded blankly.

"I will make you king. So, you have to be obedient. You know." His voice was smiling, but more cruel and cold.

Sir... have you calmed down...

But if... in the future... I make him unhappy again...

"...Sir... Sir..." Xi Jing raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.In the hoarse voice, there is a hint of/temptation, just like the incense at this time, "...will you... love me..."

The man held his hand, then pulled his sleeves off without hesitation, and replied.

"will not."

The voice was so calm that it made people feel cold, without even a fragment of emotion.

At that moment, Xi Jing felt that his heart seemed to be torn apart and turned into pieces.

But instead, he slowly broke into a smile and nodded slightly.

Sir... Sure enough, he will leave.

That's it... how about...

"Pain, despair, depression... Xi Jing, you don't need these emotions." As if there was no negative answer just now, the man looked at Xi Jing with a smile, as if he was looking at his only one, but the words that he said were overflowing. Full of cruelty, "Forever, immerse yourself in joy. My obedient pawn."

piece…

Xi Jing still smiled, as if he didn't understand what the man said.

But there was no light in those eyes again.

The author has something to say: Si Zhuo (covering his face): Xi Jing, it turned out that your condition was already very serious at that time...I didn't take it seriously...I was wrong, I was really wrong... .

Xi Jing (licking lips): ...it's okay...alone...will...abuse back....

Si Zhuo (continues to cover his face): ...Why didn't I just slap you off at that time! ! !What a mistake! ! !

Xi Jing (laughing mischievously):  …

Xuanyuan Ling (toots mouth): I hate shaking M the most~

Lord Boss (snorting coldly): Are you embarrassed to talk about others, Miss Xiaoling.

Author: Boss, you are not qualified to say anything about others... In a certain episode, Si Zhuo even promised to let Si Zhuo attack her... Uh... Tuoyan~ I didn’t say it~~ Well~Next chapter~Continue~ The countdown to the end of the memories~ hehe~ I will return to the healing route soon~~ Meme da~ (Si Zhuo: No!!!)