Traitor Superstar of Time Traveling

"Didididi..." The sound kept ringing, stimulating people's eardrums.He was so annoyed that he went crazy. If he hadn't had an iron chain hanging around his neck and his limbs were barely intact, he would definitely have chopped that thing that kept making noise with a single sword.

The new emperor really knew how to torture people, Ling Chi couldn't help but use this voice to torture him.He couldn't help waving his right hand, which was almost full of bones. This hand was shaved off on the first day of Ling Chi, leaving only white bones.But the executioner was experienced enough to make him suffer extreme pain without taking his life, and even fainting was an extravagant hope.

The bony palm waved and accidentally touched a small object. The object fell down and was still dripping tenaciously under the bed.

It's a strange thing, a touch I've never had before.He rubbed his thumb and forefinger, but he still couldn't determine the material of the thing.

touch?Thumb index finger rubbing!Wasn't his right hand disabled as early as the morning of the first day of execution?

He sat up abruptly, the soft space slid off his body, the strange alarm clock was still beeping dutifully on the ground, vowing not to stop until the owner was woken up.

He stared blankly at his intact hands, his fingers were long and strong, but they were not his hands.His hands are full of calluses and scars. When he was serving the good concubine, that kind-hearted woman loved to burn people with fire. Every night when the emperor went to other concubines' palaces, there would always be a few eunuchs and maids who would be scalded. last night.Their mouths were gagged with scarves, their bodies were bound, and they couldn't move or cry out, only tears of despair overflowed from their eyes.

The scars accompanied half of his body, even if the bitch Concubine Liang was taken into the cold palace by him and thrown to the people she tortured at the beginning, even if he found countless panacea, the scars on his palms and body could not disappear.But when he was Ling Chi, the executioner stabbed him several times, and all the scars turned blood red, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

And this hand and this body are stronger than his, but without any scars.Except for some calluses on the first knuckle of the middle finger, the rest is skin and flesh that you can tell at a glance that you have never suffered.

If other people encountered such weird things, they would have screamed out, but he is not an ordinary person.Suddenly, he thought of many folk legends about returning the soul from the corpse, and he immediately felt relieved.It is really lucky to say that after his death, not only did he not fall into the eighteen layers of hell, but he returned to this intact body. Could it be that the heavens favored him?As early as when he was sent to the palace at the age of seven, he no longer believed that there were gods in the sky and that there was justice in the world. He had been going around for decades, but now he couldn't help but not believe it.

Suddenly, his body froze, and there was an object between his legs, the dignity he lost when he was young.

His palms were trembling uncontrollably. He held his right hand with his left hand, and his left hand with his right hand. He went back and forth several times before he managed to suppress the trembling of his palms.He clenched his fists tightly until his slightly long nails dug into his palms, bringing out the pain of bloody skin, and then he calmed down, and then mustered up the courage to put his hands between his legs.

Although it is lying softly on the stomach, the shape, touch and round double balls all show that the body is intact.He withdrew his hand abruptly, gripping the bed sheet tightly, an indescribable howl escaped from his throat.Like a dying beast struggling in the desert, seeing the oasis before dying.For a while there was nothing but howling except to run to hope.

He was almost in a frenzy, wanting to hug everything he could, wanting to tear everything he could.There was a huge soft thing in his hand, he hugged it tightly, but pulled his hands hard, buried his face in the soft body of the thing, desperately suppressing his cry.

It is like a person who has been trapped for many years and knows that he is going to die of old age in prison, but suddenly appears on the ground, crying to the sun.He knew that in this stranger's body, he had to stay calm, grasp the situation as soon as possible, and understand everything about this person, but he couldn't control his emotions.That was the dignity and light he had lost since he was seven years old, but he gained a new life after despair.

The palm of the hand tore vigorously, the soft thing in the arms could not withstand the torture no matter how good it was, it was "teared" and "teared".Some dilapidated Doraemon's body pillows finally disappeared under his rough actions.

He didn't care about these, he still held onto the wreckage of the pillow tightly, crying uncontrollably.

"Bang bang bang"!There was a loud knocking sound on the wall beside him, and then a rough voice came: "It's a cat! The waves in the morning are called spring, I don't know that the sound insulation of this fucking old building is not good! If you call me crazy, I will die you!"

The voice instantly brought him back to reality and helped him calm down.He forcefully snapped back his arm that was hooped on the pillow, took a deep breath, and it took about 5 minutes to stabilize his trembling voice, and then responded loudly: "Sorry, I..."

Another frantic voice came from across the wall: "You are so fucking sick! You woke up when you howled from your fucking sleep just now! I just came back from the night shift! Try howling again, I won't cut you to death!"

He decisively shut up.

Although the man next door was vulgar and rude, it still dragged him back to reality, which offset the crime of being disrespectful to him.Thinking of this, he smiled wryly again, he was no longer the factory supervisor who controlled the government and the public with a man of less than ten thousand people, how could he punish people's crimes.Before he died, he was just a loser in the struggle for power, trampled on his feet, insulted and reviled, and sentenced to death.

He doesn't complain to anyone, winners and losers, if he takes power, the fate of the Xinhuang party will not be any better than him.But he was lucky to have a chance to be reborn. He got what he couldn't get even if he really ascended to the throne in the past. He regained the lost treasure, and his body would never be deformed again. It was better than succeeding in seizing power.

Right now, he needs to control this body so that no one can discover his identity.Although everything around him confuses him, he knows that even if there is a change of dynasty and the resurrection of the dead, he will probably be regarded as a monster by others.

At the very least, one must know the person's identity, relatives, and basic character.He looked around, the alarm clock was still beeping on the floor, picked it up and studied it for a while, and pressed and twisted the buttons on the back, finally shutting up the thing, it was really noisy.He always likes to be quiet, if this thing keeps barking, he might not be able to resist crushing it.

After turning off the alarm clock, he observed the house again. He walked around and saw nothing he knew. He could only see that the owner of the house was extremely destitute. The house was dilapidated and old, and it was too small.The bed was placed in a room that obviously served guests, and there was a small table next to the bed. There was a piece of paper on the table, which was pressed by something that should be a lampshade (table lamp), and a 7-inch frame was placed beside it.

He walked over and first picked up the upside-down frame. Inside was a terrifyingly lifelike painting. There were three people in the painting, two big and one small. Both men and women were holding their children and smiling brightly.I vaguely guessed that the man in the painting is the owner of this body, and the woman and child should be his family members.He snapped the frame back, and picked up the white paper on the table. The handwriting on it was not quite the same as what he was familiar with, but he could barely figure out what it meant even after guessing.

This is a suicide note, a suicide note that is ridiculously cowardly in his eyes.

The owner of the suicide note stated that his family was in decline, his wife and children were separated, and the day before yesterday he heard the news that his beloved wife had remarried to someone else. He felt that there was nothing to love in life, so he took the poison called "sleeping pills" and planned to stay asleep.The suicide note was written to a person named An Yun, who should be a woman. Obviously, after this man fell into despair, only this woman could visit him occasionally.

The signature of the suicide note is: Qin Yi's last writing.

He crumpled the suicide note with a sneer, Qin Yi, what a waste of this resolute name!Since the owner of this body is so cowardly, he took on this name and this identity.In the previous life, he was sold by his family as a human tooth and castrated in his early years. His name was really just a code name for him.

After reading the suicide note, Qin Yi felt that it was really a beautiful thing. This person's parents are dead, his wife is separated, and there is no one close to him in the world.Coupled with the blow of his wife's remarriage, no one would suspect anything even if his personality changed drastically.But this person called An Yun, I don't know what kind of relationship he has with Qin Yi, and whether he will see his flaws.

Qin Yi was still clutching the suicide note and thinking about countermeasures. Unfortunately, God didn't give him time to adapt. There was a knock on the door outside, and it was obviously knocking on his door.

"Qin Yi, you're not dead, open the door!" A crisp female voice came from the old building without much sound insulation, slightly vulgar.

Qin Yi walked to the anti-theft door, stood in front of the door and studied for a while, stretched out his hand, and turned the small button on it, and the door was locked.

An Yun who was opening the door with the key: ...

"Qin, Yi! Are you looking for death!" An Yun's voice came, Qin Yi quickly turned the small button back, and An Yun could be regarded as opening the door.

An Yun smashed the bag before entering it, and always smashed the large canvas bag containing countless documents directly on Qin Yi's head, decisively and with great force.Qin Yi was dizzy from being hit, and he was confused since then, so he was a little annoyed, but thinking of Qin Yi's own character, he must not dare to resist a strong-tempered person like An Yun, so he pretended to be cowering After taking a few steps back, let An Yun go in.

An Yun is a woman in her thirties, her appearance can only be considered delicate, but there is a trace of determination in her brows, a typical urban strong woman.When she saw Qin Yi's sloppy underpants and vest, she became angry, and threw another bag at him: "What did I tell you the day before yesterday? I managed to get you this audition today, and it can be said to be your last. Opportunity, you're just wasting my hard work in vain?! Isn't it just that Su Qinran is married? After being sad for one night, you can either live a human life for her to see, or just find a crooked neck tree and hang him to death, so as not to waste food!"

Qin Yi: ...

Isn't that right, this useless thing really went to seek death, but it was a good thing he got a new life.

"Okay," An Yun felt a little relieved after a lesson, "It's a good thing I came early today to watch you, so hurry up and wash up and change into clothes you can see and follow me to the set."

Qin Yi found the place to wash up under An Yun's sight, and then stared at the sink and toilet in the dark bathroom in a daze.Fortunately, An Yun is short-tempered. Seeing him like this, she was so angry that she threw down her bag and turned on the light to press his head into the sink. It made it easier for Qin Yi to learn how to wash his face with water, and slowly An Yun found the toothbrush under An Yun's glaring gaze, and slowly learned how to use these toiletries in An Yun's impatience.

After he finished washing, An Yun found out a decent piece of clothing and threw it to him.Although it was quite different from the ones he wore before, it was much simpler than the ones he had worn in the past. Qin Yi put on the clothes after a little thought.

After taking care of it, she was about to go out with An Yun, but this savage woman looked at his face for a while and then slapped him on the head: "Shave off your beard stubble, you audition for an eunuch today, get a good job." Just wait to be kicked out with a beard!"