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

Sitting on the golden throne, the king's attire was rather strange.He was wearing a scarlet robe with dragon patterns embroidered with gold thread, luxurious and majestic.But if you look carefully, you can find that the robe Wang is wearing is a bit messy, obviously it was changed on him in a hurry.

A few strands of the bundled black hair hang down, and the silver hairpin on the head can clearly be seen as a woman's style.There were scars on his face, and his pale face showed a bit of weakness against those marks.

The courtiers stood in the hall, knelt down, and shouted long live.

Wang kept his head down all the time, and his slightly curled body made him look like a frightened bird. No matter how expensive and elegant his robes were, he couldn't hide his trembling body.

"Your Majesty, it's time to let them die."

It was a black-haired young man standing next to the throne who spoke.The man was wearing a blue robe, with a gentle and quiet aura around him. He looked coldly at the king who was sitting on the throne, but kept his head bowed in silence, and smiled softly.

"... flat... body." Wang's voice was barely audible.

He didn't even dare to raise his head.

Even if he becomes king, he is just a pawn of that person.

It was that person... who made him sit in the most noble position in the world.

"Sir... sir..." He murmured unconsciously.

The drooping hair covered his expression, and no one knew that at this moment, the expression hanging on his face was not panic, but a big smile that seemed about to tear apart, and black pupils that were wide open.

The instrumental music played, but his spirit seemed to float out of his body.

Scenes played back in my mind.

When we met for the first time, the words that shocked my heart.

The servant who had followed him for many years, died in a miserable and terrifying manner.

Delicious food, extravagant incense, alluring dancer.

On the winter night when the crown prince canonized the ceremony, he knelt on the snow, and the icy snowflakes fell on his body.

The joy of skin-to-skin contact, the wantonness of standing on a high place.

The horror of falling from a height, the dark and disgusting death row, the pain of wishing to die.

Goodbye to that person, the contempt and contempt that no longer concealed appeared on that person's face.

The woman who died in her arms whispered to herself before she died.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the body of the sixth prince who was falling down in the hall and gradually dying.

The sixth prince finally said a word to himself.

"Xi Jing, you are next."

Next.Next.

He shook his body, and his widened smile was a little distorted.

Sensing the trembling of his body, the young man looked down at him, but failed to notice that there was a smile on his drooping face.

"Your Majesty." The young man spoke slowly, his calm voice showing a bit of slowness, "The ritual is done."

No crown, no jade seal, no congratulations.

The marionette sitting on the throne turned his head to look at his master.

That person, still as he had just met him for the first time, smiled perfectly at himself.

Xi Jing stood up slowly, stepped off the throne, and knelt at the man's feet.

With his head raised, he raised his arms and grabbed the man's robe, and the sleeves were pulled off to reveal the red scars on his arms.The wound on the shoulder opened again, and the blood stained the crimson clothes with a more ominous color.

He narrowed his eyes at the man and smiled sweetly, the emotions in his eyes blocked by the mist.

"Mister is so kind to me, how can I...repay sir..." He moved his body close to the man's legs, pressed his cheeks to the cold clothes, closed his eyes, and had a tranced smile on his face, "How can I express...I It is with all my heartfelt gratitude…”

Even though he was a young man, his body still stiffened unconsciously.

He looked down at Xi Jing, frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about Xi Jing's purpose, then he reached out to stroke Xi Jing's hair, and mercilessly pulled Xi Jing away.

Xi Jing fell to the ground, propped himself up, knelt and crawled to the young man's feet slowly again, took the young man's hand, and put it on his neck.

"Sir...it doesn't matter if you treat me...as a woman..." He stuck out his tongue to lick the young man's hand, "As long as...sir...is willing to love me..."

Xiao Rao said.It is because she loves me that she did not abandon me and is willing to stay with me forever.

His Highness's courtiers lowered their heads one after another, wishing they could poke their eyes out.

The young man silently watched Xi Jing's movements, shook off his hands, and smiled at him, "My lord, what are you talking about. I, of course, love my lord."

Saying so, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Xi Jing looked at the young man and smiled again, but froze in the young man's next sentence.

"What I love the most is the miserable appearance of the king covered in scars."

"Xi Jing, you are next."

The words of the sixth prince resounded in Xi Jing's heart again.

I'll be the next...to be killed by Mr.

Rather than that, why not...

Xi Jing raised his hand, pulled out the silver hairpin from his hair, and pointed the sharp hairpin to his chest.

The young man let go of his smile, but he didn't intend to stop him.

"Xi Jing, you have become a king. Do you want to give up easily?" The young man bent down/body, looking at Xi Jing who was kneeling in front of him.It's just that the voice was too calm, as if he didn't care about Xi Jing's life or death at all.

As if Xi Jing couldn't hear the young man's words, he raised his hand high, and the silver hairpin changed direction just a second before piercing his heart.

Blood spurted out.

The young man clutched his chest, crimson streaked down the corner of his mouth.

The body that fell backward was hugged by Xi Jing.

"Sir... Since you love me, die for me." Xi Jing's voice was very erratic, as if he was distressed.However, in the next instant, he pulled out the silver hairpin that had pierced the young man's heart, and stabbed the young man's throat.

you are dead.I can live on.

I'm the king.

Just like Xiao Rao...die for me...

gentlemen…

There was a creepy smile on his face, and he stabbed the silver hairpin into the young man's body time and time again.

Blood splattered all over his body, but he didn't seem to notice it.

The blood was continuously draining, and the severe pain was eroding the body. The young man turned his head to look at him, and smiled softly.

The silver hairpin pierced again.

The consciousness of youth has been blurred.But he still stubbornly took out a kit and handed it to Xi Jing.

He couldn't speak, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

The thin lips moved slightly, and the young man leaned his head on Xi Jing's body, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xi Jing violently pushed his body away, allowing his body to fall to the ground, his blue clothes stained crimson by blood.

"Sir...Sir..." Throwing aside the bag that the young man handed to him before he closed his eyes, Xi Jing leaned on the lifeless body and smiled foolishly.

Ah...Mister's blood...so warm...

Xi Jing leaned towards the man's neck, as if satisfied.

Stopping at the man's closed eyes, he stuck out his tongue and licked the man's closed eyes, and the next second, he stabbed the silver hairpin hard.

Still not satisfied, he stirred the silver hairpin and watched the man's handsome face stained with blood.

Opening his mouth, what overflowed was a hoarse laughter.

In the luxurious and extravagant hall, the smell of blood wafted out.

Someone was screaming, someone was yelling.

He couldn't hear.

The silver hairpin had been dyed crimson, and he licked off the smell that belonged to that person.Raising his head, he closed his eyes, as if offering sacrifices, and raised his hand holding the silver hairpin to his heart.

One second before the silver hairpin pierced Xi Jing's chest, it was snatched away by the black guard with his bare hands.

Xi Jing moved his dull eyes and looked at the hidden guard.

The dark guard knelt on the ground and swore allegiance to the body in Xi Jing's arms.

"The master said. Xi Jing can't die."

He opened his eyes slightly, then laughed out loud.

Sir... didn't try to kill me.

Picking up the kit that he had thrown aside, he tore it open.

Inside is... a jade seal.

He looked at the jade seal in his hand, and for a moment, threw the jade seal aside.

Kneeling and crawling back to the man's body, Xi Jing pushed the man's body and whispered, "Sir..."

The body that has no response, naturally cannot give him any response.

He licked his lips, lowered his head, as if he couldn't see the blood, Xi Jing bit the man's neck fiercely.Teeth sank into flesh, tears fell from wide-open eyes.

Sir...didn't lie to me.

He made me... king.

Standing up, Xi Jing dragged the body's hair and dragged the blood-soaked body to the side of the throne.Letting go, he knelt on the throne, and embraced the icy dragon chair with his arms wide open. Scary scars were exposed in the scattered clothes.

"Sir... If you like my appearance full of scars... then I will... always be like this..." With a bright smile, he closed his eyes, as if sleeping in a dream, his voice drifted, "I... alone... I am the king."

The author has something to say: Xi Jing (licking lips):...Mr...Mr...Mr...

Si Zhuo (fried hair): There is no end to it! Hundan!You are so fucking addicted!

Silver Hairpin: Blame me~

Author: Being stabbed into a sieve by someone who didn't pay attention at all~ Seeking Si Zhuo's psychological shadow area~ Return to the healing route in the next chapter~ Ah~ By the way~ Prime Minister Ouyang who appeared before~ is a foreshadowing~~ Are you smart? Can my friends guess what the foreshadowing is~~ I have guessed the Lun family double change~~ Meh~