I dressed as a witch doll

Wen Chi also thought for a moment about Qian Chengdi's attentive performance last time.

Even Emperor Gan Cheng said that he would personally serve him, and no matter how stupid Wen Chi was, he would have noticed something strange.

He didn't think about other things, he just felt that the dog emperor really deserved his reputation of being a showman, and now he can imagine all kinds of things about a disabled person-and the master's craftsmanship is indeed invincible.

Just from this point of view, the dog emperor may not be as obsessed with Concubine Mi as the outside world said.

Presumably, since ancient times, there have not been so many emperors who only loved beauties.

What's more, looking at the power behind Gu Ningzhi and the role it played in the battle of Hedu, one can imagine the intention of the dog emperor Wen Chi.

Sure enough, the emperor's favor is never without reason.

Just like to Gu Ningzhi, just like to him once.

But what does this matter to him now?

Putting aside these meaningless thoughts, Wen Chi placed the humanoid body on the bed, while wearing the skin of the jade puppet and sat by the bed, staring at the new palace servants sent by the dog emperor.

But in his heart, he planned to wait for Chang Xiaosui to get the body, and then get some spiritual liquid to heal the festering wound first.

As for returning to the original state, we can only plan slowly-people are poor and short-sighted!

At this moment, Chang Xiaosui came back from the outside with a sullen face.

The other palace people in the room immediately bowed to salute, and then quietly retreated.

Wen Chi was still sighing, Chang Xiaosui has really become more and more imposing recently, but then he saw what the other party was holding in his hand, but suddenly froze.

It was a dirty iron box.

Wen Chi remembered that when he specially asked someone to build this box, the requirement he repeatedly emphasized was that it should be sufficiently sealed and anti-corrosion.

After all, this box is to be put into the soil, and moisture or corrosion will affect the body of Xiao Ai inside.

Among the dolls he made, Xiao Ai was the one he felt most sorry for.

Everyone else can walk freely, only Xiao Ai was positioned as the housekeeper when he was born, and he can only be trapped in that small courtyard all the time.

Even because there is no human body, Xiao Ai can never speak, and can only act like a baby with her little paws.

Wen Chi has always felt a little guilty about this, and plans to make dolls again after a while, with a period of three years in the future, and don't let the little loves stay here all the time, so that they can see the outside world.

but--

Wen Chi looked at the box that Chang Xiaosui slowly opened. The inside of the box was scorched black, and there was only a piece of ashes and a straw man lying there alone.

"It should be Xiao Ai who discovered your body and sent it into this box."

Wen Chi himself could imagine this scene.

Xiao Ai's vine claws were the ones he picked out that had a certain fireproof ability.

In the high temperature zone, this kind of fire resistance can only last for a few seconds, but it is still enough to send his body into the box.

But immediately after, the flames would follow the vine claw and quickly rush in, burning everything inside.

In the end, Xiao Ai probably only had time to break the rattan claw and close the lid.

In the confined space, the flame that devoured Xiao Ai's body was unwillingly extinguished due to the exhaustion of oxygen, and the things that Xiao Ai desperately protected were left there safe and sound——

Imagining everything Xiao Ai experienced at that moment, the pain and wailing that will never be heard...

Wen Chi only felt a burst of pain in his chest, so painful that he bent his body subconsciously and hid himself in the quilt.

He curled up there, clenching his teeth tightly, but the fingers made of jade pinched his arm so hard that the root of his fingertips broke.

--

On this day, Emperor Gancheng was half busy in the Lizheng Palace, and the palace servants reported that the master of Biyou Palace had killed himself with a knife.

He hurried over.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw a half-body wrapped in translucent veil sitting on the edge of the bed, looking faintly out of the window.

The man's only exposed eyes looked like a pool of green water. When he looked at him, Emperor Gan Cheng felt the sadness and grief of the other party without speaking.

"I have asked people to think of a way, and I will definitely heal you." Emperor Gan Cheng promised.

But then he saw the other party lowered his eyes and covered the expression in his eyes, as if he was about to shed tears.

Emperor Qian Cheng couldn't help but took two steps forward, and said softly: "I also asked people to invite the sculptor on Yinglian Mountain, and he will be able to come to Beijing in a few days."

He had heard that Wei Yin spent so much time on inviting the saints back then, but he didn't know why at the time.

Looking at his body now, is there anything else he doesn't understand?

But the other party's reaction was beyond Qian Chengdi's expectation.

I saw the man suddenly raised his head showing a sad and frightened look, with tears streaming down his face, muttering "No, I don't want it, I don't want it—"

As he spoke, he shrank back into the bed.

His limbs were incomplete, and he lost his balance while moving, and he was about to fall out of the bed——

Emperor Gan Cheng rushed forward to support him, but he felt that the person in his arms was extremely light, but he was struggling with almost no strength, "I don't want it, please, I don't want to—"

He struggled and begged, and the veil covering half of his body fell off, revealing the other half of his ferocious face.

Emperor Gan Cheng lowered his head, watching the transparent teardrops on his face slipping down, against the background of the other half of his face, there was something soul-stirringly beautiful.

He even subconsciously agreed: "Okay, okay! If you don't want it, we don't want it. We will listen to you and listen to you!"

Under his comfort, the person in his arms calmed down, but his hands trembled, as if he wanted to put on the veil again.

But the wounds on his body were all over the place, covering one place and then revealing another place, as if it could never be covered up.

Qian Chengdi could only help to cover his wound in a hurry, but the other half of his collapsed body, even if it was covered, the defect still couldn't be covered.

Silently looking at the empty body under the quilt, he finally couldn't help covering his face and crying out——

Sitting there, Emperor Gan Cheng listened to the whimpering sound next to his ear, the sound seemed to be held in his mouth by his master, and he dared not let it out.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a day before, when he was fidgeting to deal with those incomprehensible memorials, but there was always an annoying sound like metal rubbing against ceramics, which really made people want to beat someone up.

The voice was not only unpleasant, but also extremely arrogant, almost covering the voices of the ministers below.

But no one in the hall dared to say anything.

Because their little master has a very big temper, who dares to provoke him——

"Don't be afraid," Qian Chengdi put his arms around him and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will fix you, I will."

After a long time, Wen Chi finally cried to his heart's content, and pushed the other party away with some embarrassment.

Thinking about his previous performance, he was a little shy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't listen to their nonsense, I didn't want to hurt myself, I just wanted to repair myself."

As he spoke, he slightly lifted the fine veil that had been covered by Emperor Qian Cheng on his face a little, and pointed to the part that had been smoothed a little to show the other party, "Look, I want to smooth it out here."

Emperor Qian Cheng glanced at him and coaxed him to boast: "It's amazing, you can come up with such a way!"

Wen Chi smiled, remembering that his wound was still exposed, and when he laughed, it must be terrifyingly hideous, so he quickly put away his smile to cover his face, and turned his face away slightly.

When Emperor Gan Cheng saw it, he fell silent again.

After a while, he asked again: "Will it hurt?"

Wen Chi turned to look at him, but smiled nonchalantly: "A little bit, it doesn't hurt very much, but the hands are always shaking, it's not very good."

Emperor Qian Cheng looked at the smile, and subconsciously squeezed the hands under the sleeves. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Try it?"

Wen Chi raised his eyes slightly to look at him in surprise, then lowered his eyes, and just when Qian Chengdi thought he was about to be rejected, he heard the other party whisper, "Then try."

Afterwards, Wen Chi took out the knife he had prepared, and Emperor Gan Cheng asked for countless spiritual lamps to light up the house brightly.

After the others went out, Wen Chi took off the veil on his face, and raised his face to Emperor Qian Cheng. After a while, he closed his eyes nervously.

Holding the small knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, Qian Chengdi looked at the eyebrows in front of his eyes that were trembling like small wings due to nervousness. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and started to move.

During the whole process, Emperor Gan Cheng's hands didn't shake at all, even though he saw the other party's breathing trembling in pain, and even made an uncontrollable groan in his throat.

It wasn't until the other party couldn't bear the pain that he opened his tearful eyes and reached out to grab him, that Emperor Gan Cheng stopped.

After Wen Chi was in pain for a while, someone took a mirror to look at it, and found that the wound was indeed much smoother, so he smiled weakly at Qian Chengdi, but there was no trace of haze after the pain on his face.

Seeing this, Qian Chengdi smiled and said, "It really looks much better this way."

As he spoke, he put down the knife in his hand, and when he got up, he seemed to be staggering after sitting for a long time.

Seeing the worried expression on the other side, Emperor Gan Cheng didn't care and said: "It's okay, I still have something to do, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back next time to help you fix the rest."

After speaking, he walked out of the main hall of Biyou Palace.

The moment he stepped out of the gate of the palace, a gust of wind blew in his face, and Emperor Gan Cheng was startled to realize that the sweat on his back had soaked his inner garment.

Wen Chi didn't let Chang Xiaosui come over very often during this day, and at night, he came to see Wen Chi to know what happened in the afternoon.

At this time, Wen Chi had already comfortably put on the jade doll, and was lying there sprawled.

"Even if you want to repair it, you can also ask the little one to help you repair it after you come out. Why do you have to suffer like this?" Chang Xiaosui said distressedly.

Wen Chi smiled and didn't speak.

He rested for a while, and suddenly a carp stood up, ran to the bed and lifted the quilt, pointed to the wound on the leg that had lost most of its body, and said, "Cut this piece off for me, melt it and put it in." In the bottle, I am useful."

Chang Xiaosui showed hesitation, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Chi suddenly laughed and said: "What is more painful than a beloved item that has been repaired with great difficulty, but it is completely destroyed by someone at the moment of success?"

Yes, that is something that I have painstakingly repaired with my own hands.

He wants him to have feelings for this body, and he wants to make restoration a common wish of both of them——

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-3014:02:40~2020-12-0113:01:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lemon; 5 bottles of Taroyu and Biexianzhu; 1 bottle of Aimengbao Maomao and a;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!