How to survive by dressing as a villain male

After turning on the uninterruptible mode, the entire site of the Plum Blossom Pile is covered by an invisible reinforced membrane made by the top technology of the insect star, even if it is fired at it with the most powerful thermal weapon, it cannot be pierced.

Zhou Ci bit his lower lip, threw himself on the layer of tempered film that had made him so satisfied, and slammed his fists hard on it—a gnat may shake a tree, and a mantis arm is like a car, except for the severe pain and the inaudible sound that came from it. "Bang bang" and get nothing.

"What are you doing in a daze! Quickly open it for me, break this membrane!" He turned his head and almost yelled at Adou, "Hurry up and save him!"

Only then did Ah Dou come to his senses, and he knelt down abruptly: "Major General, this subordinate is incompetent." He knew that with his own flesh and blood, it was simply a fantasy.

His head was lowered, hiding the surprise and astonishment in his eyes...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bloody hand of the male... Unexpectedly, this prince's affection for his female master was so deep.

Zhou Ci seemed to have lost all hope at once, and slumped to the ground weakly.

His face was astonishingly pale, his eyes were red, and he held his head stubbornly with tears in his eyes, forcing himself to remember such a bloody scene——

What Qiyue is best at is to imitate other people's moves and then fight back. The superimposition of such irregular plum blossom piles of dragon-headed arrows is a bit difficult for him in the early stage, but it is less than 5 under the high-frequency shooting of arrows. Within minutes, four or five iron arrows had grazed his body, leaving streaks of blood.

The juvenile beast's pupils are erect, his face is cold, and his thin figure looks like pen and ink on the plum blossom pile, sliding down irregular figures, black pen and ink occasionally mixed with red ink, like red plums on the top of a black plum tree , with an almost bloody beauty.

Every time a scar was left, Zhou Ci let out a silent cry from the bottom of her heart, and the nails in her hand almost sank into her palm.

You forced him to do this... The voice in his heart told him that every wound also shed blood and tears from the bottom of his heart.

One place, two places... five places, seven places... Zhou Ci's tears gradually filled his eyes.

The black figure dodged flexibly under the dense rain of arrows. Qiyue didn't care about the dispensable pain on his body. After gradually getting used to it, except for a few unnecessary scars, as long as he wanted, these arrows It's almost impossible to touch him.

Then, taking a glance out of the corner of the eye, he saw the man sitting there paralyzed.

The painful look on the man's face touched Qiyue's heart severely.

Blood continued to seep from the black clothes, like a bleeding black lotus.

July slightly licks away the blood stains on her lips...

I want him, I want him to show more of that look.

Will this make me love him more, love him more, and be able to accompany him more in the future?

So in the next second, the sharp arrow pierced through his left shoulder like that, squeezing out a spray of red.

The corners of Qiyue's mouth twitched slightly, only feeling the excitement in her heart, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain——

"July--!!"

The hissing shout almost penetrated the transparent tempered film, making Qiyue think it was an auditory hallucination.

When he turned around, he found the little girl who had always had straight shoulders, raised her eyes mockingly, always showed arrogance, couldn't say three good words, was always contemptuous of everyone, and only gentle to him. The prince, already limp there almost out of strength.

The proud man burst into tears, trembling violently while crying, but still looked at him stubbornly, as if trying to lick his wound with those always gentle eyes.

July suddenly felt pain.

He wanted Zhou Ci to care about him more, but not in such a way that made his heart ache.

He is also reluctant.

12 hours.

What can you do in 12 hours?

Put it on a kid his age, probably still in high school.

After finishing the morning self-study and the heavy morning classes, during the lunch break, I fought with my companions to have lunch, took a light nap at noon, and in the afternoon I was a little irritable and helpless and continued to attend classes and do my homework.

If there is a physical education class, it must be very happy. I can play basketball with my good brothers in the class, shed the sweat of youth, and the blush on my face must be shining with youthful light.

what else to do...

Zhou Ci couldn't figure it out, but he knew that it would definitely not be the same as the half-grown child in front of him now, covered in wounds, bloody and scalding from a high fever. The nimbleness gradually turned into dullness, which inevitably left scars in his heart.

Zhou Ci didn't know how he walked in front of Zhou Ci step by step. He looked at the young man who fell under him, and all his tears were shed.

He hugged the bruised and bruised boy in his arms, and wanted to say something, but his Adam's apple rolled, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

Qiyue didn't even have the strength to move her fingers, she opened her lips, and the hoarse and dry sound, like the dull and heavy ironware that had been old for many years, came to Zhou Ci's ears.

"sorry."

I'm sorry, I overestimated my own strength, thinking I could get less injuries, I'm sorry, I still made you worry.

Zhou Ci was dumbfounded.

He only felt that he just opened his mouth numbly, but couldn't make any sound like a broken harmonica, but his arms wrapped around the blood-stained boy more and more tightly.

What did you bring him?Zhou Ci.

Is there any difference between him like this and when he first came out of the slavery?There may have been more bloodshed.

You are such a beast, Zhou Ci.

What a beast you are, he said to himself.

He doesn't want to care about the system or tasks anymore, as long as he protects him well, he can do anything, whether it's fighting against the emperor in the iron armor or firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in the future, he will no longer force him to train like that.

If he wants to revolt, he will help him collect troops. If he wants to be ordinary, he will accompany him to be ordinary.

He clearly told himself that he didn't like training at all, so why was he forced to complete the route set by the author of that book.

Just like pedantic parents expecting their children to be successful.

It's not fair to July.

He can do whatever he wants, don't do it again, don't let him be so scarred again.

The spies at the door of the basement got the news and came quickly.

Even the spies who had experienced countless bloody showers were shocked by the strong smell of blood in the basement at this time.

The spy knelt down on one knee: "Major General, there is news about the information about the arms that you ordered me to spy on a few days ago. It is in charge of an official in the Worm Palace, but he is a bit difficult to deal with. The people in power behind him have come over. I want to talk to you."

Zhou Ci hugged Qiyue in her arms and got up to take him to heal his injuries: "No."

The spy was in a hurry, and put his head down: "Major General, it is important for that man to come..."

"Major General..." Qiyue leaned her head on Zhou Ci's arms in a daze, her wound was inflamed and feverish, and she was a little delirious: "Go, I, I'm fine..."

Zhou Ci suffocated for breath, his chest heaved for a moment, and he frowned and stared at the spy who blocked his way: "Get out!"

When he turned his head and spoke to the person in his arms, he choked up again: "You bastard, I will teach you a lesson later."

When he went upstairs, A Dou had already prepared the medicine and gauze. Zhou Ci didn't care about the wound on his hand. He treated the wound of the comatose Qiyue first, and then fed efficient antipyretics to clean the blood on the child. The whole process was silent, without saying a word.

The child seemed to have woken up a few times, and kept calling Zhou Ci, Zhou Ci's, which made his heart ache even more.

He couldn't say anything, just answered every call softly, smoothing the uneasy wrinkles between the child's brows.

He didn't have the face to say more, he just felt that every wound on Qiyue's body was done by himself.

When the wound was finished, Zhou Ci looked down at her hand——

I don't know when, but it was already intact.

At this time, Zhou Ci was a little slow to think that there seemed to be a mention in the book that a mouthful of a child's blood and body fluids had a strong healing effect, and after being exposed later, he was coveted and attacked a lot.

He thought in his heart that he must strictly keep this secret, even Qiyue himself could not know it, and fetched some water for the child to drink, put a towel on the child's forehead, and held his restless hand tightly when the child called him in his sleep , Responding in a low voice, unknowingly also lying on the head of the bed, watching the child and falling asleep.

After all, physique is a bug-level super hack in the full text, and July is anxious to recover her body and doesn't want to make Zhou Ci too sad. When she woke up, the wounds that almost penetrated her body almost scabbed abnormally, and the fever naturally subsided.

When the long eyelashes like crow feathers blinked, the first thing he saw was the enlarged handsome face sleeping soundly of the person he thought about day and night.

Looking down, it was a pair of hands tightly clasped with his fingers.

Qiyue didn't dare to move, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, for fear of shattering this beautiful dream

Sweetness, joy, happiness, happiness...all the positive emotions merged into candy-like sweetness, turned into fireworks and exploded in the bottom of my heart.

Colorful and sweet as honey.

The boy covered in bandages stretched out his hand, and lightly stroked his sweetheart's dark eyes, feeling a little sweet and distressed.

He didn't know how long Zhou Ci had taken care of him, he was so useless and passed out for too long.

It's just that amidst the self-blame, what lingers in the chest hotly is a bulging love that burns more vigorously each time.

Qiyue turned her face and kissed Zhou Ci's dark eyes pitifully. Even though she was reluctant to give up and wanted to be with Zhou Ci for a while, she finally decided to get out of bed quietly and went downstairs to get a cup of sugar water for her hero .

He works too hard.

Stepping on her slippers, July went to the kitchen happily, but the good mood came quietly when a few unexpected guests came.

He looked at the empty candy jar, his brows turned cold.

"Where is the major general's favorite heart candy?"

The yajens who were in the kitchen were silent.

Scars criss-crossed his face, and his appearance was completely different from before. The ugly Ah Jin stared at the black-haired boy like a poisonous woman.

The last time I was killed by this bitch was because the monster was too strong. This time I saw this bitch was already half dead when he was brought back by the major general. I will definitely be able to beat this bitch!

The author has something to say:

Woohoo, the little wolf dog played with himself, so pitiful, pitiful QAQ

Recently, I plan to revise the text so that everyone can see better Xiaoci and July~ I won’t run away, so I can eat with confidence~~ Put a fat stamp on it~~(≧v≦)

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