How to survive by dressing as a villain male

"Is the medicine delivered?"

"...It's all delivered to him."

"Whether he is injected on time every day, and what stress reaction he has to those medicines, you have to write it down carefully," Zhou Ci instructed A Dou as a matter of course, and he didn't feel that it was wrong for a chief guard in the palace to take care of a slave so meticulously. Something that is not right at all, "If there is any accident, you must tell me, do you understand?"

A Dou pursed his lips tightly, and knelt on one knee on the white jade floor, not daring to look up at him, but the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger: "I see, Major General."

Zhou Ci seemed to be satisfied, nodded slightly, waved and threw a delicate black vial to A Dou, stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

"...But, Major General—"

The tall and burly young man still bent down, his posture was just the right respect for a servant to the nobles of the palace.

In fact, it’s not all because Zhou Ci is an aristocrat in the palace. Since the queen was accidentally injured that day, Zhou Ci first got angry at all the servants in the Worm Palace who were indifferent to the queen’s injury that day. Son, the servants of the Worm Palace have had a major change, and even the housekeeper who has worked here for decades has learned a lesson.

After that time, no one in the Worm Palace dared to provoke July again.

A Dou was truly grateful to him in his heart.

Afterwards, the best quality medicine for mental strength and the skin care products that can warm and nourish energy that can be found on this planet were handed over to the queen through his own hands—and these were all taken by the woman in front of her. The little prince stood up and asked Adou to tell the boy that he got it from the old department.

A Dou's eyes are bright and handsome, but the gloom in his eyes can't stop deepening at this moment, hiding unstoppable confusion and incomprehension deep inside.

He knew that Zhou Ci had no ill intentions towards Queen Empress, but he was more shocked. He had personally seen the days when Queen Empress lost her mind because of Zhou Ci's change of attitude and trampled on her body all day long. Thin and thin, the cruelty in his eyes became more and more intense, both angry and clear, now it seems that he and his queen should have been deceived by this person in front of him...

Zhou Ci was standing upright in the halo of light falling from the side of the study, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and his thick and upturned eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder. He was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people, and his thin body did not look weak, but added to his illness The taste of the medicine is mild, three points of coolness, seven points of beauty.

A Dou's words with a questioning tone came to an abrupt end and he couldn't continue.

"I know what you want to ask." Zhou Ci's words turned cold, "This is not what you should ask. Your task is to protect him. Knowing more about other things is not necessarily a good thing."

A Dou heard the threatening chill in the words, and suddenly lowered his head: "Major General, I understand."

It was not until he saw A Dou leave with his eyebrows lowered with his own eyes that Zhou Ci sighed softly as if relaxing, and felt his chest was a little stuffy again, so he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Host..." The system popped up and reminded with some worry: "I checked for a long time just now, and your symptoms seem to be due to the sequelae of inhibitors."

Zhou Ci was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in understanding, and took out the scarf needlework that he had been knitting for several months from the small box on the side of the study. There was also a booklet tutorial on scarf knitting under the box. The pages of the book also looked like they were going to be broken, obviously they had been turned over many times.

The scientific and technological power of this era has not had such things as books for a long time, and it is because knitting equipment is also an antique thing. Those people thought he collected antiques and brought them together to please him.

But Zhou Ci can't use it now. He has already memorized the tutorial on weaving scarves. He only took the [-]% woven scarf and needles and thread, and leaned on the sofa beside him, slowly weaving while basking in the sun.

The system is in a hurry: "Host!! Why are you not in a hurry?!"

These days Zhou Ci has been suffering from chest tightness, usually just coughing, but recently it has become more and more serious, just ordinary coughing, and one day he saw blood on the tissue wiped by the host after coughing!

It is a low-level system, and the ability to find things is a bit poor. Last night, while charging, I searched for information about such symptoms in thousands of small worlds and stayed up all night. I found the problem for its host. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ci was fine. Just like everyone else.

"A bit sensitive, but I was quite surprised when I found out. It turns out that the problem is here." Zhou Ci pretended to be surprised, looked at the worried look of the system and smiled, shook his hand, and the silver needle pierced his finger again. Blood came out, and a few drops seemed to seep into the scarf...

Zhou Ci didn't raise his eyes, but he got used to it. He thought it's no wonder that knitting scarves have been eliminated, and it's really hard to make. He wiped it with toilet paper and continued to weave.

The system was so angry that he couldn't speak, "You you you you" for a long time, and finally "hum" fiercely: "Do I mean that? You forgot how badly the protagonist was injured a few days ago, it was still a minor injury." Well, don't you know how serious it is to suppress mental power?"

It paused for a long while, its mouth deflated, it was clearly a system voice but it meant to cry: "You're going to die!"

After all, the system grinned like a child crying "Wow", grinning and uttering some chaotic syllables, which made Zhou Ci can't help but laugh.

He kept moving his hands, knitting the scarf skillfully. After all, the scarf he gave before was old, and he hoped to get a new, better-looking one for July.

After waiting for the system to be quieter, he said softly: "I said, can you be quiet...Didn't you say that my life and death have little effect on the ending? You think, if I live forever, I will wait until July when he comes to the end What will he do with me?"

Zhou Ci sighed softly, looking at the scarf in his hand as if he was looking at someone through the scarf, his face was soft and filled with endless friendship: "Don't look at him now, he seems to be ignoring me It looks quite indifferent, and if something happens to me, he will definitely not leave me alone...you can make the empress the queen, and I will only embarrass him if I live."

"Besides, I'm not from this world, so I'll die when I die."

The system murmured: "...If this is the case, I can send you back to Earth after you die."

"...Really..." Zhou Ci paused, the ending was not unexpected, he had thought about it, and accepted...somehow, the young man passed by before his eyes The pitch black obsidian-like black eyes suddenly tightened in his heart.

"That's pretty good too..." The little prince smiled and started sewing again.

"What about you?" The system worried: "Then what should you do? Your family members on Earth are gone now."

It's not unreasonable to worry, it's just that Zhou Ci's psychological threshold is so low after not seeing the protagonist for a few months, it would be too cruel for them if the two of them were really separated for the rest of their lives.

"Whatever those do—" Zhou Ci's voice suddenly became high-spirited, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing a very sincere smile, shaking the scarf he finally made after several months of use.

The scarf is made of red bead cloth ordered by the Zerg. It has deep red hair and ink, and the tentacles are soft and fit. Every stitch and thread is strung out by him carefully. Even a machine cannot achieve such perfection.

He knew that it was inappropriate for him to stay in this world, no matter in terms of his physical condition or the plot, and so far, he had not given any real gift to the boy so far. The reason why he was so excited was because he wanted to He wanted to use this scarf to make Qiyue remember him selfishly, and also used the few months of weaving the scarf to express his love for the boy that had no place to rest and was almost overflowing.

Yes, he loves July very much.

Zhou Ci showed off to the system excitedly for a long time. When he stood up, he supported the table with his hand, and suddenly frowned in pain. He glanced at the hand full of scars and pinholes, and he looked away indifferently. Smiling happily while wearing this bright red scarf, I can't wait to wear it for him in front of July now.

It has been winter recently, and I haven't seen him for another week. I don't know what he is doing now, will he be injured in mental training...

If this red scarf is worn on the young man, taking advantage of that little face with red lips and white teeth, even if he pretends to be gloomy like a little adult, he will definitely look very cute and beautiful.

Zhou Ci was overjoyed, looked at the time and found that it was the time when the child finished training, so she walked out the door and went straight to the first floor, and happened to meet Qiyue who just came back from outside.

According to the calendar of China's home country last week on the earth, today has passed the "Xiaoxue" solar term, and the climate here is not much different from his hometown. It is also freezing outside at this time, but when he entered the living room in July, his body He was clearly only wearing a pair of black overalls that remained unchanged during training and a thin-looking shirt.

Although he was wearing thin clothes, the black-haired boy obviously didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness. When he met Zhou Ci's sight, he paused for a moment, his expression unchanged, but his eyes fell on Zhou Ci's hand and the conspicuous red scarf, with the red scarf between his eyebrows. Wrinkled obviously, looked at him as if holding back his anger, lowered his head to show respect, turned around and wanted to leave.

Zhou Ci's brows furrowed uncontrollably for an instant.

The first reaction was that those things without eyes in the Worm Palace were treating July harshly again.

"Is the Worm Palace struggling to make ends meet recently?" He said lazily as he went downstairs, his voice was deliberately amplified, and in an instant all the whispers and conversations of the servants disappeared.

"Wearing so little... My palace won't save so much money on fabrics." Zhou Ci's voice was cold, and he sneered furiously, "Who is responsible for delivering clothes to this slave?"

The spacious living room was silent, and for a long while, when a sub-female knelt down tremblingly, Qiyue spoke.

"No one has shortened my food and clothing," the young man said without looking at Zhou Ci, as if stating the facts, with no ups and downs in his voice: "I wear whatever I want."

"Casual clothes?"

Zhou Ci's anger was rising layer by layer, and as he approached, he saw clearly that the upper body was actually a thin white shirt worn in summer, and the material was thinner than summer clothes.

"If you don't want to kill yourself, just say it, don't hurt yourself in front of me!" Zhou Ci threw the red scarf into the boy's arms, and was sneered by this dead boy who didn't care about his body: "What I know is that you focus on training, Those who didn’t know thought that I, the Worm Palace, was so stingy that I deliberately made things difficult for you, a slave.”

Hearing the anger under Zhou Ci's icy voice in July, she was a little baffled and thought it was ridiculous. She raised her eyes to look at the red scarf, and then at Zhou Ci.

"Where did it come from?" He asked lightly.

"You don't care where it came from," Zhou Ci's blue eyes narrowed slightly: "Others respect me, I don't like this crudely made thing, it is suitable for you, isn't it?"

"The protagonist's plot willingness value is 80%." The system huddled in a corner.

"So... someone else gave it to you." The boy's eyes that flashed a moment ago went out, and returned to the original dark color like a swamp.

Zhou Ci was naturally guilty, and when the scarf was in Qiyue's hand, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ah......"

The next second, the boy flipped his wrist, and the scarf was thrown heavily on the ground.

"I don't care for other people's things, nor do I want them." The young man stared at Zhou Ci without blinking, his brows were slightly frowned, and his heart gradually sank.

Why would you give me someone else's rags, but it's a red scarf......

Could it be that I don't even deserve what you once gave me inadvertently?

Zhou Ci naturally heard the sound of Bubo falling to the ground, his eyes were wet, and he wanted to turn around and say something to let Qiyue hold it, but the tears of grievance had already rolled down his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and numb. I shed tears in an ugly way, it's not ugly.

After a long silence, Zhou Ci didn't wait to force back the tears, but the corners of his eyes became more wet. After all, he paused and went upstairs without saying anything.

Qiyue froze in place for a long while, watching Zhou Ci's back upstairs in disbelief, an inexplicable regret welled up in his heart, causing ripples in his calm heart for several months.

Why is this... Obviously you did something wrong, obviously you wanted to replace the one you gave me with someone else's scarf.

The boy lowered his eyebrows, obediently picked up the crimson scarf on the ground, and reached out to pat the ashes on it.

In fact, he was a little overjoyed to see Zhou Ci today, and wanted to talk to him a few more words, but seeing that scarf was really uncomfortable, and he felt betrayed, so he said those words out of control. Just calm down, although Zhou Ci always said some cold words that he hated, but he also hoped to listen to a few more words.

Qiyue sighed softly, looked up at Zhou Ci who was going up the stairs, and was taken aback for a moment, wondering why Zhou Ci went up the stairs so slowly, and his figure seemed a little unstable.

Before he had time to think about it, he took a step forward and ran up a few steps, but before he reached Zhou Ci, the man seemed to be recovering and walked towards the room as usual.

Qiyue frowned and wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to speak with the current relationship between the two of them. She clenched her fists and looked at the red scarf in her arms. Feeling annoyed and sad again, she turned and went downstairs.

"thanks......"

When Zhou Ci walked into the room, he could no longer hold himself up. After thanking the system, he finally lost his strength and threw himself on the bed. He didn't even have the strength to sigh.

Thanks to the system for helping him just now, otherwise his frail body just now must have been exposed by Qiyue...

The system looked at him worriedly: "...Host, do you still remember the plot of the arena?"

"Of course, it's tomorrow..."

Zhou Ci attached the back of his hand to his eyes, and no longer wanted to see the dizzy nothingness in front of him... His symptoms were getting worse and worse, and it seemed that his senses were gradually weakening...Stay in the Whoever is half-dead here doesn't feel uncomfortable, and it's a good thing that the plot moves faster.

Tomorrow, the arena.

Rivalry, wrestling, armies.

uprising.

The author has something to say:

July (): Is this scarf unique to me, or does the rest of my sisters have it?

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