Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

He didn't like to dream, and as an evil spirit he couldn't dream. Last night was strange.

He turned his head and rubbed his temples with his fingers. His subconscious habit told him that someone should rub his temples for him at this time to relieve his fatigue.

He didn't want to open the dusty memory, but his habit made him think about it all the time, but he couldn't remember it.

Su Wujing put down his hands and stood up. He carefully selected a pair of clothes from the cloakroom and put them on. He picked up a string of sandalwood beads and put them on his wrists.

After opening the door and coming out, Lin Shuangchen sat in the wheelchair and looked at him, "Good morning, Your Highness."

Su Wujing glanced at him coldly and went downstairs. Unfortunately, Lin Shuangchen had a cold face when he got up early in the morning and could only push his wheelchair to the elevator.

When he came to the living room, Su Yao had already sat down on the sofa. Seeing Su Wujing coming downstairs indifferently, Su Yao hesitated to speak.

He knew that Su Wujing's injury was entirely due to him, and it was natural for Su Wujing to blame him, but he really didn't expect that Gu Yan would be so crazy and attack Su Wujing.

Su Yao still wanted to have a good talk with Su Wu Jing, so Su Yao came up to him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Wu Jing walked past him and went straight to the restaurant.

Su Yao lowered his head in despair, and clenched the hands hanging by his sides unconsciously. Such indifference hurt him and made him at a loss.

Lin Shuangchen watched from the side and didn't know what to say. After all, the Su Wujie now was not the original Su Wujie, but an evil spirit who had closed his heart and carried resentment.

Moreover, he also learned about the story of this world from Yunyun. He really didn’t know what to say about the ending. It was really bloody.

Su Wujing probably knew everything, so he had this attitude towards Su Yao.

After sighing deeply, Lin Shuangchen took the initiative to speak, "Eat first, if you have anything to say later."

Su Yao smiled awkwardly at Lin Shuangchen, followed to the dining table, and finished breakfast in silence.

Lin Shuangchen dismissed the servant, and only the three of them were left in the huge living room. Lin Shuangchen was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a tablet in his hand while working and paying attention to the movements of the two of them.

Su Wujing leaned softly on the sofa. He took off the sandalwood bracelet from his wrist and played with it in his hand, flicking them one by one. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Su Yao had a nervous look on his face. He looked at Su Wujing countless times but didn't know how to speak.

Lin Shuangchen watched anxiously, and finally broke the silence with no choice but to say, "What are your plans next?"

Su Yao raised his head and glanced at Lin Shuangchen gratefully, then turned his gaze to Su Wujing and asked carefully, "Xiao Jing, you haven't graduated yet, do you want to go back to school?"

Su Wujing stopped what he was doing. He was twenty years old and a junior at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Su Wujing raised his hand and looked through it. He originally studied oil painting. He knew nothing about it, so there was no need to continue. It was not something he liked to do.

Just as he was about to reject System 17, he went online to remind him, [Please host fulfill the wish of the petitioner, become a painter, and open an exhibition. 】

Su Wujing lowered his eyes and thought, but still refused. He looked at Lin Shuangchen and said, "Open a painting exhibition for me."

Lin Shuangchen almost spat out the tea, "What are you talking about? Holding an art exhibition? You haven't graduated yet, what kind of art exhibition should I hold for you?"

Su Wujing's cold eyes fell on Lin Shuangchen, "I said, I don't want disobedient knights."

Lin Shuangchen pursed his lips, but at least he didn't tell the servant. He held his forehead and sighed, "Okay! I'll open it for you, but before you open it, please draw a picture for me to take a look at."

Su Wujing agreed and asked Lin Shuangchen to prepare a studio for him and listed a lot of things he needed.

Lin Shuangchen's eyes twitched as he listened. He needed a mahogany desk, a writing brush made of wolf hair, a jade incense burner, the best ink and paper, and even a complete set of raw materials for spices.

Lin Shuangchen only felt unlucky, and even scolded those messed-up people like Jiao Su Wujie a hundred times in his heart. They were so pretentious that they really deserved a beating.

Lin Shuangchen raised his hand and compromised, "Give me some time and I'll look for you slowly."

Su Wujing agreed, lowering his head and continuing to fiddle with the string of sandalwood beads in his hand, one by one, making a gentle knocking sound.

Su Yao was ignored and couldn't speak at all. He didn't know when Su Wujing learned Chinese painting.

He frowned lightly and looked at Su Wujing carefully. Although his appearance had not changed, his temperament and personality were completely different.

They were brothers who were five years apart and had a good relationship since childhood. Especially after the death of their parents, Su Wujing became even more dependent on him.

Maybe Su Yao was suddenly lucky because of the incident before, but now he can be sure that the person in front of him is no longer his brother.

Realizing this, Su Yao got up in a panic, left the living room almost as if running away, and went to the garden alone.

Lin Shuangchen looked at it and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only focus on Su Wujing, "Su Yao, what are you going to do?"

"Find a few bodyguards to teach him boxing and kicking skills. No one can protect him for the rest of his life." Su Wujing said quietly. Since he wanted to escape, he would give him the capital to escape.

If Su Yao still wants to follow Gu Yan in the end, it will be Su Yao's own choice and has nothing to do with him.

Lin Shuangchen held his chin up and looked at Su Wujing curiously, "We are all brothers after all. Are you sure you don't want to ease the relationship with him? Is it really okay to be so unfamiliar with him?"

Su Wujiang didn't even raise his head, and his tone was still cold, "I'll say it one last time! It's not your turn to take care of my affairs!"

Lin Shuangchen raised his hands in surrender, muttering in his heart that this child was really difficult to coax, and there was nothing he could do to coax him. He was cold-hearted and indifferent. He now suspected that in another world, Su Wujing would have killed him along with him.

He couldn't afford to offend this kind of person, he really couldn't afford to offend him.

Turning the wheelchair, Lin Shuangchen wanted to leave, but was stopped by Su Wujing behind him.

Lin Shuangchen turned his head to please, "Dear Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"

Su Wujing raised his eyes slightly, "I don't like those clothes. Also, I need to try something new."

Lin Shuangchen understood instantly, "You have the final say over the entire villa. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. As for the clothes, I will arrange for someone to come over and tailor them for you as soon as possible until you are satisfied."

Su Wujing hummed, quite satisfied with Lin Shuangchen's attitude.

Lin Shuangchen saw him lowering his eyes again, his eyes lightly falling on the bead string, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But no matter what Su Wujie thought, after seeing what happened, he hoped that Su Wujie could open up his heart as soon as possible.

On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the gate of ghosts opens and the moon closes at the time of the child, and the ghosts give birth to children.

That was the beginning of Su Wujing's tragedy. Due to his ominous birth, he grew up in darkness and never received any warmth in the world.

Forced to kill his mother, he was turned into a corpse puppet by his biological father and became a tool to dominate the world.

Born as a human being, but not living a single day in the way a human being should, Su Wujing's life was not only a tragedy, but a joke at all.