After the good boy went crazy

[Look at the texture, look at the engraved pattern.This golden cage is too beautiful, why didn't I have such a good life! 】The system is heartbroken.

【…】

When people are depressed and depressed, they are afraid of being interrupted, because it is easy to forget about being angry, and this is the case with the phantom festival.

The system is still chattering.

The phantom festival was silent.

After a while, Huan Ji, who had already calmed down, closed his eyes and panted weakly: 【This is an iron cage, only pets will be put in an iron cage. 】

[This is not an iron cage, it's gold! 】System correction.

【it's the same. 】

[How can it be the same? !Gold ones are much more expensive than iron ones, and they are also beautiful. 】

Huan Ji's lips moved for a long time, but they still closed.

He no longer tried to explain to the system, but closed his eyes to rest.

However, Huan Ji's mood felt a little better after the system made such a fuss, and he wasn't as excited and angry as before.

The system is still constantly converting prices.

And Huanji fell asleep amidst the system's non-stop chatter.

When Zen Yan came back, what he saw was the scene of Huan Ji sleeping peacefully in the golden cage. He was very obedient, and the scene that Zen Yan imagined did not happen at all.

He thought that the little Khan King would definitely make a fuss when he woke up.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep.

Zen Yan called the guard in the hall and said, "Did he wake up and make trouble?"

"Back to the king, Feng Jihan only struggled for a while after waking up, and someone let him out. But after that, he fell into a daze, and fell asleep after the daze." The servant knelt on the ground and replied cautiously.

Zeng Yan's eyebrows moved slightly.

He didn't continue to ask, but asked people to retreat, and he came to the side of the golden cage.

The sleeping Huanji felt the eyes of others.

He struggled a little to open his eyes, and only after he opened them did he realize that it was the king of the Yong Dynasty, Zeng Yan.He was looking at himself, which made Huan Ji's face look ugly for a moment.

Genji wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

He just closed his eyes coldly, diverted his gaze and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

"Open the cage." Zeng Yan ordered the servant.

"promise."

The servant hurriedly opened the golden cage.

Huan Ji's ears moved when he heard the sound, and he subconsciously opened a slit to take a look.

Originally, Huan Ji planned to take advantage of this time to run away.

But reason told him he couldn't run away.

Because even if he got out of this golden cage, he couldn't get out of this palace.

So Huan Ji suppressed this thought.

Zeng Yan walked into the golden cage.

The golden cage is so big that there is still room for two people to move around, but no more.

Zeng Yan came to Huan Ji's side.

Huan Ji's curves are very perfect, not as small as a teenager, but with the flexibility of a grown man.He clenched his jaw tightly, and there was still a little thin sweat on his forehead.

his body trembling slightly

I don't know if it was due to the pain between the legs.

But in Zeng Yan's eyes, the phantom with long black hair lying quietly in the golden cage is extremely beautiful.

If you say that you were only slightly interested before.

So now Zeng Yan is really interested in Huan Ji.

He had never felt like this before.

Let him love it so much.

Zen Yan caressed Huan Ji's long black hair, before Huan Ji was about to speak, he said calmly: "For your tribe, don't say things that Gu doesn't like to hear."

The phantom festival is dumb.

The words that were about to burst out were swallowed in an instant.

【He knows you well. ] The system gnawed at the apple and said.

【To shut up. 】

Zen Yan rubbed Huan Ji's cheek for a while, then suddenly hugged Huan Ji.The distance between the two of them was very close immediately, and Yan Yan quietly watched Huan Ji's eyes.

This made Huan Ji's Adam's apple twitch.

"I've already read your surrender form," Zeng Yan said.

Huan Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Alone."

The phantom festival is silent.I thought to myself, what's the use if you're right now, it's the same whether you're right or not.

"Your tribe has been dying year after year. Even if the food for the winter is prepared, it will be burned, killed and looted by other tribes. Many adults and children cannot survive the winter, starving to death or freezing to death."

Huan Ji pursed her thin lips.

"Gu can exempt you from paying tribute, and will also send three thousand cattle and sheep to your tribe to spend this winter. Moreover, you will also protect your tribe from being invaded."

Huan Ji looked up at Zeng Yan.

"I only want you to serve the bed. I only want you to take the initiative to serve the bed." Zeng Yan said in a deep voice in Huan Ji's ear.

Huan Ji's heart trembled.

After a long time, Huan Ji turned his eyes away and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, Fengji has dedicated Prince Chute and Princess Rouna, and they will serve Your Majesty well."

The emotion in Zeng Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He has never said so much to a person patiently, today is already an accident.In fact, even if he doesn't make these promises, it doesn't matter, the phantom sacrifice is already in his pocket.

The phantom festival has long since lost its qualifications to negotiate.

He just saw the lonely expression of Little Khan King and wanted to make him happy.

That being the case, forget it.

Huan Ji could feel the atmosphere suddenly drop, and then saw Zeng Yan get up and leave.

【well. ] The system sighed.

For the next few days, Huan Ji didn't see Zeng Yan again, and he had nothing to do except eat, daze and sleep every day.

Because the phantom sacrifice is the calamity of the Chaos God.

His body is made by the system using data, so he doesn't have any physiological needs, at most he needs to explain it.

But Huan Ji didn't know.

Because he was a cultivator before, he only has sporadic memories of the realm of cultivation, and his body has already been inediated, so he doesn't know about it.As for the people of this world, these memories are blurred.

So no one noticed the anomaly.

So the phantom festival only eats and sleeps, but fortunately, the system broadcasts some cartoons later.

But it won't work in the long run.

Huanji felt more and more pain in his inner thigh, which made him break out in cold sweat all the time.The system scanned and indicated that Huan Ji's leg injury had worsened and he needed to be treated quickly.

Fortunately, the maids serving at the gate of the palace are clever.

They found out that the situation of the phantom sacrifice was not right, and then reported it to the king.

In the evening, Zeng Yan stepped here again.

At that time, Huan Ji was already trembling in pain, his lips were extremely pale.

Zeng Yan frowned.

Although the phantom festival made him unhappy, but seeing him in such pain, an inexplicable sense of irritability rose in his heart.Finally he lifted his feet.

Zeng Yan ordered the servant to open the golden cage.

When he went in and took a look, he found the blood between Huan Ji's legs.

Zeng Yan signaled everyone to back down.

"No." Everyone hurriedly exited the inner hall.

"It hurts...it hurts..." Huan Ji murmured in constant pain, his eyes were already slack.

Zeng Yan separated Huan Ji's legs.

Huan Ji also sensed something was wrong while he was semi-conscious, he subconsciously wanted to push them together, but Zen Yan frowned and ordered: "Open your legs."

The voice was very deep, as if it came from hell.

The phantom festival instinct was stunned.

Zen Yan separated Huan Ji's legs, and then untied the obscene clothes on his lower body.As expected, the wound was infected again, which made Yan Yan's brows furrowed even more.

The wound was terribly infected.

According to Yan Yan's experience in fighting for many years, the necrotic part must be cut off and then re-medicated.

Huan Ji seemed to have noticed something.

His legs began to tremble slightly, so pitiful.

Zeng Yan's face was gloomy.

I also know that Huan Ji must often kick the cage from time to time, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Come here." Zeng Yan opened his lips and said.

The servant outside came in immediately, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty."

"Bring muslin."

Both linen and fine cloth were used to bandage wounds in this dynasty.However, linen is generally used, because linen is already very expensive, let alone fine cloth.

"No." The servant quickly brought in everything the king wanted, and then slowly backed away.

Zeng Yan passed the dagger over the candle flame.

The system was trembling with the popcorn in its arms, and finally it couldn't take it anymore and ran away.

Only Huan Ji was left with a dazed look on his face.

He even stared blankly at the busy Yan Yan, not knowing what he was doing.

"Lie down, don't move." Zeng Yan said.

Huan Ji was still in a daze.

It wasn't until Zen Yan walked between Huan Ji's legs with the dagger that Huan Ji realized what was happening. His face changed drastically and he began to struggle hard.

This made it very difficult for Zeng Yan to start.

Finally, Yan Yan looked at Huan Ji below him and said coldly: "Come here, bring the chain."

The waiter outside quickly found the iron chain and brought it in.

Although he was careful to avoid it, he still saw the dagger in the king's hand from the corner of his eye, and the king's movement to lock Feng Jihan's hands and feet, which made the servant tremble suddenly.

At the same time, I also sympathized with that poor Feng Jihan.

Only Zen Yan and Huan Ji were left in the dormitory, Huan Ji's thin lips trembled, and he said unconsciously: "Let go, let me go."

Zeng Yan ignored him.

He bound Genji's hands and feet with chains.

Especially the legs.Huan Ji's legs were forcefully separated, as if enclosing Zen Yan in the middle, and the scenery under the legs was also unobstructed in front of Zen Yan.

But Zeng Yan didn't pay attention to other things.

He only focused on Huan Ji's wound, and then continued to disinfect the dagger.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Huan Ji looked at the dagger, sweating continuously.

Zen Yan glanced at the trembling Huan Ji, and said softly: "I haven't done anything yet, what are you shouting for?"

But Huan Ji didn't care about these things, he just trembled blindly.

Zeng Yan's technique is very fast.

He was quick and ruthless with the knife, after all, Zeng Yan had seen blood all year round.

But no matter how fast it is, it still hurts!

Huan Ji screamed out in an instant, the painful and suppressed voice made the maids and servants outside the hall turn pale, never thought that the king of his family had such a hobby.

"Uhhhh-"

Tears overflowed from the corners of Huan Ji's eyes, and the painful voice made Zen Yan's expression more and more serious.

He quickly dealt with the phantom sacrifice, and then applied the medicine.

After applying the medicine, he was bandaged with fine cloth.

The strength of Zeng Yan's bandaging is very gentle, which is a care he has never had before, although he may not even be aware of it.

After dealing with everything, he looked up at Huan Ji.

In order to prevent Huan Ji from moving again, he did not untie the iron chains on his feet, but did untie the chains on his hands.

But what Yan Yan didn't expect was...

When he untied the iron chain, the unconscious Huanji grabbed and hugged him tightly, as if a little beast was seeking a warm embrace.

This feeling gave Zeng Yan a pause.

After a long while, he also surrounded Huan Ji, comforting softly: "It's all right."

Huan Ji closed his eyes and seemed to be muttering something.

Zeng Yan lowered his head and listened.

Then he heard Huan Ji whispering: "Han Yan...Han Yan, Han Yan...It hurts...Help me, it hurts..."