Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 523 Murong Zhuo Extra Story
After being cut off by Qiao Wei, Murong Zhuo not only did not die, but lived for a long, long time.

He even lived longer than Xiao Zhou Hou.

When Murong Zhuo woke up, Qiao Wei was talking to the imperial doctor at the bedside.

"Are you sure the emperor's life is safe?"

"Go back to empress, the emperor has dragon energy to protect his body, so he will be safe and sound!"

If you don't look into the cause and effect, this is like a beautiful love story of a good wife asking the doctor about her husband's condition.

Murong Zhuo's expression was a little dazed.

He had a long, long dream.

The story in the dream was so tragic that he was still immersed in it for a long time after waking up, unable to extricate himself.

Hearing Qiao Wei's voice, Murong Zhuo's vague thoughts gradually condensed.

He slowly rolled his eyeballs, looking at the figure with his back facing him, the tenderness in his eyes was overflowing, almost drowning her.

If Qiao Wei felt something, she turned around and met his burning gaze, "The emperor is awake?"

Murong Zhuo stared at her steadfastly, as if he had never seen her before, his eyes were as substantial as he inspected his territory inch by inch, and when he finally confirmed that she still belonged to him completely, the coldness on his body finally returned. Dissipated a little.

Qiao Wei is a little uncomfortable with the emperor who looks like this.

Murong Zhuo's temperament is so kind that it is almost weak, but this person in front of him seems to be a different person, full of aggression, looking at her makes her feel full of oppression, as if this person may come back at any time and swallow her alive so-so.

"Emperor?" she called tentatively. "Do you still know who the concubine is?"

Murong Zhuo replied in a low voice: "Qiao Wei. You are my Qiao Wei."

Qiao Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the core is still this core, the emperor was not pierced by the soul.

She can continue to abuse this bastard.

Qiao Wei turned around and ordered the imperial doctor to prepare the soup.

Behind her, Murong Zhuo kept staring at her closely.

She didn't notice that Murong Zhuo's deep black eyes were filled with the aggressiveness of a hunter staring at his prey, unscrupulous, yet arrogant.

No matter where she is, his fiery/hot gaze follows the tarsus maggot like a shadow.

Murong Zhuo was put under house arrest by Qiao Wei for 30 years.

Thirty years of captivity is enough to destroy any normal person.

Qiao Wei thought so.

But to her disappointment, the disabled Murong Zhuo not only ate well and slept well, but also became thicker day by day, and gradually became keen on verbally teasing her.

Seeing her, a gentle smile appeared on Murong Zhuo's face.

"Qiao Wei, have you come to see me?" He raised his limp/limp hand due to missing tendons with difficulty, and made a gesture of beckoning, "Come here, let me see if you are getting fatter."

"..."

Qiao Wei strode towards the bed with a dark face, condescendingly looking down at Murong Zhuo who was like a waste who could do nothing but lie on the bed.

"Your Majesty, have you looked carefully?" She glared at him provocatively, "I didn't expect that the Emperor, who can't hold the chopsticks with his hands or touch the ground with his feet, won't be a little thinner because of hunger."

This is of course nonsense.

Murong Zhuo couldn't get off the ground, let alone reach out to grab things, he could only lie on the bed like a walking corpse on weekdays, waiting for the palace servants to come and feed them on time.

Murong Zhuo himself finds it absurd that the majestic king of a country should end up in such a desolate situation.

But, he has no choice.

He couldn't do anything except twist his neck and turn over, open his mouth and shout a few times.

He silently endured Xiao Zhouhou's almost cruel and cruel sanctions, his body broke out in cold sweat due to the pain, but there was always a smile on his face, and his eyes were doting and gentle.

Qiao Wei hated his seemingly affectionate eyes.

This will only remind her of that son of a bitch, Xuan Yi.

Back then, he looked at her so affectionately, breaking her tendons one by one.

Murong Zhuo was the quietest and safest prisoner Qiao Wei had ever seen.

He never thought of running away, and he was resigned to all her methods.

Sometimes, Qiao Wei even felt that this guy was having fun.

To him, it seemed like torture dipped in honey.

All the struggles he did were just to force her to come to see him, it seemed that seeing her vivid face, the complicated thoughts in his heart could be soothed.

When there was no one around, his eyes fell on the beams above his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Or, nothing at all.

Occasionally, the palace people were too busy having fun, forgetting the existence of this incompetent emperor whose power was emptied by Xiao Zhou, so he could only starve and patiently wait for someone to remember him and come to serve him.

The longest time, he was left hanging in the bedroom by the palace servants for two full days.

No one came.

Here, like a completely forgotten place.

Murong Zhuo didn't like this feeling.

He wanted Qiao Wei to remember him, and he wanted to be clearly imprinted in the deepest part of her soul.

Murong Zhuo rolled off the sick bed, using the force generated by the friction between his body and the ground, he squirmed towards the door.

He crawled from day to night, but barely opened the door.

As soon as the door was knocked open, the guard standing in the yard found him, grabbed his collar and threw him back on the sickbed, and reported the matter to Empress Xiao Zhou, who then came to take a look at him, Leave after confirming that the other person is not dead.

For a long time, Murong Zhuo was tortured until he lost his human form, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eye sockets were black and blue, and his whole body became a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

Fortunately, although she has become a skeleton, the beautiful mermaid lines and abdominal muscles are still there.

Qiao Wei unceremoniously squeezed Murong Zhuo's abdominal muscles hard, leaving a red mark.

"Look, the belly is still so firm, no fat has grown." She clicked her tongue a few times, seeming a little regretful.

Not only did Murong Zhuo not feel the pain, but he half-closed his eyes in enjoyment, and his tone was a bit turbulent, "It's comfortable... Well, Qiao Wei, push a little harder, go down, yes, go down..."

Qiao Wei was annoyed.

She directly took out a pair of large scissors from the bucket bag, and the bright light successfully made Murong Zhuo silence.

"Your majesty, try to say it again." She threatened viciously.

Murong Zhuo chuckled, "I'm still a boy, it's a pity to cut it off, Qiao Wei, don't you want to enjoy it?"

The guy's tone was so turbulent that Qiao Wei grabbed his trousers.

"How old is the emperor, and he still has the nerve to call himself a 'boy'?" Qiao Wei sneered, "Old boy chicken!"

Through the thin clothes, he nodded enthusiastically and greeted her restlessly. The color was powdery, as if dyed with a layer of rouge, and it looked very delicious.

"The taste of old chicken is better, Qiao Wei, would you like to try it?"

Taste your sister!
Qiao Wei clenched the big scissors in her hand, with a fierce look on her face.

(End of this chapter)