Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Gu Yifan looked at his face, as if he had been greatly hurt, and sneered in his heart, then sneered: "So, you were treated harshly when you were kind?"

The smile was dazzling and teasing.

The pleasure of poking someone's scar briefly overshadowed the reptile's nausea.

Wen Shuyu was stung by these words and looked embarrassed. She took a half step back, closed her eyes and recalled the pain.

It seems he doesn't want to say anything. Gu Yifan became more and more interested. He curled his lips and said with interest, "Why don't you tell me? Fellow Taoist Wen, come and tell me who has treated you cruelly before? I'm happy."

Wen Shuyu's lowered hands were clenched tightly, and his lips were turning white.

After a while, his eyes lost their luster, and he seemed to be tortured to the point of pain, like a star falling into the mud.

Just when Gu Yifan thought he wouldn't say it and lost interest, Wen Shuyu suddenly let out a nervous cry and slapped her hands in the air randomly: "No! Disciple... Disciple won't wear it!"

"Tsk, you're crazy again! What are you not wearing? What don't you want?!" Gu Yifan was a little impatient.

This person is not in a hurry to kill him. Every time he finally finds some fun from this person, he ends up not being able to finish the meal! disappointed! !

……

"Shuyu, come to the Master's Hall tonight."

"Master, I don't want to go." When Wen Shuyu heard that he was going to his temple at night, she took a half step back in fear, her little face wrinkled up.

"You dare to disobey your master?"

The majesty of the master instantly frightened him away from his "not wanting". Wen Shuyu wrung her little hands, knelt on the ground with a snap, and kowtowed to him, "Disciple...don't dare."

Hearing that Shuyu's development was not good, she came to the palace at night and couldn't open the palace door for a while. She thought she could make an excuse not to go in, and she felt happy.

But just as he turned around, the palace door was opened, and a majestic voice called out to him, "Shuyu, come in quickly."

At this time, there was something wrong in his master's voice, perhaps because he couldn't wait, or perhaps... he was hungry and thirsty.

He was frightened intuitively and took a few steps back. Such a master was unfamiliar to him, and his voice trembled: "...Master."

Before he had time to react, he was swept into the palace. The door was closed, insulation notes were posted, and no one heard his cry for help.

"Shuyu, do you think this red dress looks good? Come on, let me wear it for my teacher to see."

"No, no, Master and disciple, please don't do this."

"Why not! Shuyu, if you worship me as your teacher, you should listen to me. My teacher will not harm you!"

"Disciple... Disciple is only in kindergarten this year..." Wen Shuyu grabbed the quilt and kept retreating.

He had seen wild beasts coupling, with one party brutally suppressing the other. There was blood, and it would bleed...it looked painful...

"It's okay, this age is enough." At that moment, his master seemed to overlap with the cruel beast.

Bright red blood flowed out. It hurt so much that he wanted to die.

"From now on, once a month, I will allow you to rest at other times and eat more. You are too thin."

"……it is good."

The eighteen-year-old boy has learned to smile against his will at the cruel beast, be respectful and obedient like a puppet.

So, he became a puppet master. He couldn't stand people wearing red clothes, so he made puppets of everyone wearing red clothes.

Every time I see red, countless painful memories sweep through me.

His memory was like a round mirror that was smashed into pieces by a wild beast. The sharp fragments pierced directly into his heart, and in the end, bright red blood was left on the ground.