How to survive by dressing as a villain male

Zhou Qiyue leaned back slightly against the cold wall.

The walls are tall, covered with bloodstains, and the dark skin of the walls is slightly turned outwards, giving off a rotten musty smell that has not seen the sun and eyesight for a long time.

Even if it is the private cage of the little prince of the empire, the torture instruments in all aspects are the most advanced and comprehensive, but naturally not too much money will be spent on some slaves' daily necessities, most of which are simple and difficult to use.

In this prison, counting last July, there were ten female insects in total, and all nine female insects were emaciated, covered with scars, and uncontrollable blood froth flowed from their mouths from time to time.

Compared with Zhou Qiyue's white and tender face and intact body that had just been washed and recovered last night, plus the silk pajamas that looked very luxurious at first glance, it was a world of difference.

There are 10 compartments in the dungeon. They will be locked in their own compartments in the morning, and they will be released in the afternoon——

Watching them fight over a little bit of food is a drama the little prince never gets tired of watching.

Sometimes he would order his servants to deliberately not feed those lowly bedbugs for a week, just to see their ugly faces of fighting for food. At this time, the symphony accompanied by the slaves' physical | The prince laughed happily.

The two voices mixed together, making the dungeon look like a Rakshasa, making people creepy.

Zhou Qiyue didn't care about Jiu Shuang's vicious and jealous gazes at him, she just hugged the red scarf that Zhou Ci gave him that night tightly in her arms, closed her eyes and rested in her own cage.

As soon as he cleared his mind for a while, Zhou Ci's thin red face from last night involuntarily flashed across his eyes.

You will think of the abnormal redness seeping from the corners of the eyes of that beautiful bug that has always been teasing people, and the dark green eyes are like a foggy forest, watery and bright.

And...the tears of relief dripping from the corners of his eyes at the last moment...

Zhou Qiyue couldn't keep her face from red when she thought of this.

But after a while, he opened his eyes slightly, looking at the dark dungeon with some disappointment.

What he had thought at the beginning was that as long as Zhou Ci kept him by his side, no matter how he was whipped|tortured, he would not resist. He hoped and longed to leave traces of Zhou Ci on his body.

But now he is a little dissatisfied.

He still longs to be left with Zhou Ci's mark, but it's not just a luxury to see him like now...

Maybe... There are other ways to leave Zhou Ci's marks on the body.

Zhou Qiyue thought of last night, when she helped Zhou Ci take care of her body, after tidying up and cleaning, she took the red scarf and wanted to sleep directly on the floor of Zhou Ci's room——

He knew he didn't deserve to sleep in the bed.

But he wasn't even worthy of sleeping on the floor next to Zhou Ci. The butler brought in a few female guards and seemed to discuss it for a while, before finally throwing him into the dungeon.

The black-haired, black-eyed female worm's heart shrank.

July buried his head hard in the scarf. The smell of male worms was very good. He took a big breath, his chest rose and fell slightly with his breath. After a while, he managed to suppress the violence in his heart.

you are too greedy...

Obviously keeping you here is already a gift from that male, what do you expect...you are just a slave.

You are nothing more than a slave, a useless B-rank slave.Why do you ask for so much.

This is already very good, isn't it, already very good.

Without the previous inhuman abuse and endless strange drugs, there is no such a small, crowded and dirty environment with [-] females, [-] females, and [-] females...

very good already.

He raised his head abruptly, as if he suddenly realized something, and quickly folded the scarf carefully.

Otherwise, he is afraid that the little smell of beautiful insects will dissipate quickly, so he should save a little bit of smell, so that he can smell it for a long time...

He just stared at the red scarf in a daze, as if he saw those green eyes and bright red lips through the scarf.

Those lips spat out sentences he didn't understand.

"You are not a slave, you are July."

He still doesn't quite understand what this means, but suddenly he feels extremely wronged.

He folded the scarf into a small square and hugged it near his heart. A sudden tide of unwillingness and aggrieved emotions surged through him, and his Adam's apple twitched.

I felt that the scarf seemed to burn my heart, otherwise why would my heart feel so uncomfortable.

He doesn't want to care about the emotions of contentment, gratitude, and enough.

Don't want to, don't want to, just don't want to.

I don't want to see him, I don't want to see those eyes, I don't want to be so far away from him, I don't want him not to come to see me.

Holding him so tenderly yesterday and helping him heal his wounds, is it all fake...

Otherwise, why don't you come and see me today...

"Crack—tear—"

The clumsy door opening accompanied by the toothache "squeak" of the old cell door interrupted July's mood.

It was already afternoon, and the cell door opened.

Zhou Qiyue had no idea what the next step meant.

Every new slave will not be told the rules verbally, and the real pain in the body will let them know the law of this piece of darkness.

The tall guards casually threw nine servings of food in the pig trough in the food area.

A total of ten slaves were given nine portions of food.

It's obvious who to target.

Nine ghostly slaves pushed open the cell door and slowly merged into an encircling circle, like the black-haired slave they hated the most.

The blackest hair and eyeballs—oh, what a bad luck, why did the dungeon send such a bad luck bug.

Zhou Qiyue's eyes were cold.

Almost instantly, those warm black eyes that looked at the scarf turned into straight, cold animal pupils.

He got up slowly, holding the scarf tightly in his arms.

He had no intention of fighting, nor did he want to be wounded and bleed.

Because he only wanted to leave the traces of Zhou Ci first, not to be scratched by other bugs; and he didn't want the blood of these eyeless bugs to contaminate his scarf.

The day-to-day despair in the dungeon seemed to deprive these worms of their ability to speak. When they approached Zhou Qiyue, there were disgusting grunts in their throats, like a wild dog encountering food.

It was just that July's eyes frightened them slightly.

It seems that the strength of this bug is not as complete and white as his body, so weak.

The two sides faced each other anxiously.

A group of ragged black slaves who looked like ghosts confronted a single, thin child with red lips and white teeth.

What's even more exaggerated is that the female slaves personally selected by these little princes are all A-level, no matter in terms of physique or mental strength, they all crush the newcomer who is B-level.

The guards outside the prison didn't think it was unreasonable at all, they all watched this absurd scene happily, with a few shiny worm coins occasionally shining in their hands.

This is probably the only joy of being a prison guard.

Bet on coins, bet on who can win.

"A bunch of trash without eyes," one of the guards scolded with a smile, "Look at that new bastard, oh, look at those eyes, I really want to dig them out and embed them on my coat as buttons!"

"Haha, Gambling Dog Valls, do you think you didn't lose enough last time! Bet as much as you want, I won't bet on this black-haired bastard in my life!"

A few guards were laughing and beating farts. They were only a few steps away from the prison, but they seemed to be divided into two worlds.

The first to strike was a female who appeared to be the oldest.

He rushed forward with a stride, holding his clenched fists and trying to teach this overwhelmed rookie a lesson.

Zhou Qiyue dodged lightly, and kicked upwards with random force on her calf.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Immediately, the chin of the rushing female worm made a horrible "crack" sound as if the bones were dislocated, and it was dislocated with its mouth open, screaming, and fell to the ground and screamed profusely.

The guards, who were discussing enthusiastically outside the prison, were suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

Several guards stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

The black-haired and black-eyed B-rank female insect they looked down on the most was like a sharp sheathed sword, slashing wantonly at the carbon-based creatures rushing forward and back.

No, that doesn't feel like a physical blade at all, it's a thermal weapon.

It was a hot weapon that would be bombarded directly with the power of a bomb as soon as Wei Wei touched it.

Any carbon-based creature, in the face of such a powerful force, is like a piece of yellowed and brittle paper that can be used as an antique for many years, and it will easily shatter when touched...

It's almost like massacres that are not on the same species line.

Zhou Qiyue didn't even catch her breath, she tightly protected the scarf with both hands without changing her expression.

He didn't suffer any wounds on his body. Although his body was dripping with blood, most of it was the dirty and muddy blood of these slaves.

The black hair and black eyes were unconsciously stained with blood, making that fair cheek look like Shura.

Using only his legs, those paper-crumb nine slaves had their ribs broken or dislocated, and one had his kneecap shattered, lying on the ground like a A lingering corpse screamed in pain.

There was only the last one left, this slave was very cunning, he walked around behind Zhou Qiyue without making a sound, his eyes were red, and when Zhou Qiyue kicked the previous slave, he suddenly moved out, aiming at Zhou Qi The red scarf in Moon's arms.

He thought very viciously, since he couldn't defeat this monster, then he would fight to defile his most precious thing, making his life worse than death.

Zhou Qiyue was unprepared and was knocked to the ground by the slave who came from behind. The ninth slave frantically fought for the scarf in Zhou Qiyue's arms.

At this time, Qiyue couldn't care about anything else, and she didn't have the heart to attack others anymore, she just hugged the scarf like she was protecting her heart.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to protect the scarf into his arms - no one could touch this scarf except himself and the bug!

The ninth slave has some skills to get to where he is now. He watched Zhou Qiyue holding something like a silkworm chrysalis, and laughed violently, and then took out a bag from his bosom. a pocket knife.

"Go to hell!!" That tried to yell frantically, stretched out his hand and stabbed towards Qiyue with the greatest strength he could use, Zhou Qiyue blocked it with his arm, and immediately the blood flowed down like a punctured water balloon.

Qiyue's pupils shrank suddenly, but not because of pain.

He was afraid that his blood would stain the scarf that the male gave him...

He was too afraid of anything staining his own.

Damn, hate, hate...

Why are you messing with me, why why...

He just wanted to protect his own things and didn't mess with anyone at all. Is this also a mistake?

What did i do wrong?

What did I snatch?

Why, why do you have to defile my things?

He didn't even move his eyebrows in the face of the pain of the cold weapon entering the blade——

This level of pain was just commonplace for him, and he had no intention of killing the slaves chosen by the males, but this bug's desire for his scarf really touched his bottom line.

There was fierce hostility in his eyes, fearing that his dirty blood would stain the scarf, a burst of strength suddenly erupted from his whole body, as if even the air trembled slightly.

Zhou Qiyue's mind went blank, and when he realized it, he poked countless holes in the slave's dark and shriveled neck——

That one has been slaved to death.

But he still couldn't understand his hatred!

Zhou Qiyue picked up the knife mechanically.

He wants to dig out the guts of this damned slave, he covets what that beautiful worm gave me, and he doesn't deserve to die like this.

"July--"

He heard that so familiar voice with a cool breath.

But now the voice was only anxious.

Zhou Qiyue looked up in confusion.

At the door of the cage was Zhou Ci who was covered in cold sweat.

"pat-"

The knife fell from his hand and fell on the bloody floor, on Zhou Qiyue's panic-stricken heart.

The heart became more swollen than any injection, bouncing wildly in fright.

The scarf was still spotless and clean.

Only then did he realize that he was covered in blood, dirty and guilty.

There is a difference between the little prince standing at the door and shining as bright as the light.

The author has something to say:

July: Husband, I was wrong QAQ

Zhou Ci: I think you are right! (serious face)

July:.....!