The male protagonist tricked me

For Song Ao, the world at this time is in chaos.

It was as if a layer of blood mist was covered in front of his eyes, the whole world was blood red, and in his chest, several intense emotions were churning and colliding.

Song Ao never knew that he could have such intense emotions, or that those emotions did not belong to him, but belonged to the real Song Ao.

But at this moment, why is he experiencing all this so clearly?

Anger, resentment, pain, and the most intense - unwillingness.

All kinds of turbulent emotions had nowhere to vent, so Song Ao could only focus on the matter in front of him.

He seemed to be beating someone up, and he seemed to be trying to wake up his former self.

He didn't know what to do to get rid of all this, and the burning sensation in his body and the violent fluctuations in his emotions were clamoring for an outlet.

His world has never been like this, and it seems that it will eventually come to this situation, full of killing, blood, pain and betrayal.

His world is like a scorching hot magma, which suddenly gets out of control and wants to destroy everything he sees together with himself.

Until, a long sigh sounded slowly.

Song Ao seemed to feel a pair of hands slowly extending from his back, encircling and imprisoning him.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should turn and attack the man behind him.

However, before his consciousness turned completely, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck.

The hot magma was finally pressed the pause button.

Song Ao's body slowly collapsed.

And Jiang Heng looked coldly at the person lying in his arms, his eyes were dark, and finally the corner of his mouth raised a slightly self-deprecating arc - "Actually, it's really easy to destroy you."

There are many loopholes and countless loopholes. In the past year or so, he has found thousands of methods.

It's just...Jiang Heng felt that he might not have found the most satisfactory one yet.

……

This time, Song Ao woke up from severe pain all over his body. It wasn't just the pain in his limbs, even his lower abdomen—where Xinghai was located, was also aching.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, but he never saw the dazzling sunlight, but only saw a bonfire.

Song Ao frowned.

In such a dense forest, lighting a bonfire is undoubtedly setting up a particularly obvious target, which is really not a wise move.

"You're awake." A cautious voice came from beside him.

Song Ao turned his face away, and saw Bai Yu sitting beside him with his knees hugged, half of his cheek was brightly illuminated by the fire, while the other half of his cheek was hidden in the dark.

Facing Bai Yu, Song Ao relaxed his solemn expression a bit. He raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, and asked Bai Yu in a soft tone, "What happened?"

Bai Yu paused, looked at Song Ao with complicated eyes, and said in a cautious tone, "The guy who set up an ambush to attack you came back to check the situation, and then you and Jiang Heng chased him..."

Song Ao nodded, and quickly recalled the scene at that time following Bai Yu's words.

"I was afraid that I would be delayed, so I didn't follow..." Bai Yu's tone became slower and slower, as if she glanced at Song Ao very worriedly, her eyes moved away from Song Ao's face, and slowly moved to his hands , "So I don't know what happened to you over there... Then, Jiang Heng brought you back in a coma, uh..."

Hearing the back, Song Ao also frowned slightly, he remembered chasing him out, and even remembered some clips of himself fighting with that guy, but after that?

Following Bai Yu's gaze, Song Ao also turned his attention to his hands, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

Those were still a pair of clean white hands, with well-defined joints and slender hands, at first glance it was the pampered hands of some young master.

However, at this moment, Song Ao could clearly see that there were bloodstains between his fingers.

These hands have obviously been washed by someone, but it can be seen that the washing is a little hasty and not meticulous enough, so the blood has not been completely washed off, especially on the edge of the nails.

This kind of blood stain cannot be stained with a little bleeding.

Song Ao felt his heart constrict, he raised his hands in front of him, and carefully looked at his blood-stained hands with the light of the dancing flames.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if they were too stiff to be fully straightened.

He stared at his fingertips and looked again and again, as if he couldn't believe that it was blood, but the faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose reminded him that all this was not false, but real.

The dancing flames in the bonfire cast shadows on Song Ao's face and hands, twisting and rolling from time to time, forming strange shapes.

And Song Ao's brows gradually frowned, and scenes of blood-stained memories began to surge in his mind.

Song Ao's expression changed from confused to weird, and finally even a little flustered.

"Did I kill someone?" He turned to Bai Yu and asked in an unbelievable tone.

The feeling of punching to the flesh seems to reappear on the fingertips, the feeling of blood splashing and dripping on the cheeks seems to make the skin burn again...

The memory became clearer and clearer, like the bloody tulle covering him was slowly lifted.

Song Ao's throat rolled, his lips trembled and he said, "I killed someone."

This time, he no longer used a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Facing Song Ao like this, Bai Yu's heart twitched suddenly, but she didn't know what happened to Song Ao and Jiang Heng outside, so she could only tighten her lips, for fear that she might accidentally say something wrong The words stimulated Song Ao.

However, a lot of doubts arose in Bai Yu's heart.

Although they are still only students in the training camp, ladies from aristocratic families like Bai Yu may come to experience life and will not really join the army in the future.

But for young masters like Song Ao, they should have been very clear about what they will face in the future from the very beginning.

They are bound to go to the battlefield, even if they have the help of the family, it is impossible for them to have no merit at all and lie on their laurels under the blessing of the family.

Therefore, the family's training for the boys can be said to have started from birth, and they are all cruel and realistic-killing people is probably not a big thing among them.

Even some more iron-blooded families let their children participate in the punishment of some death row prisoners from an early age, so that they can get familiar with it early so that they can be one step ahead in the future competition.

But Song Ao's reaction now is more than as if he has never seen blood before?

It can be said that he never thought that such a thing would happen to him one day.

Thinking of Song Ao who always had a gentle smile on his face, Bai Yu suddenly felt a little distressed. She just wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder to comfort Song Ao, "This is nothing", but before she could Stretching out his hand, he saw a figure walking in from outside the cave, pulling Song Ao, who was still trembling slightly, into his arms.

Song Ao heard another long sigh in his ear.

Then Jiang Heng's extremely firm voice sounded slowly: "You didn't kill anyone, no."

It was like a mantra. In an instant, Song Ao felt that the world that was rapidly losing temperature came alive again, and his whole body was relieved from the pain of numb limbs.

Jiang Heng let go of Song Ao lightly, and the distance between the two opened up a little. Jiang Heng stared into Song Ao's eyes and said seriously, "You, no, yes, kill people."

His gaze was deep, like an endless abyss. With the other hand, he gently pinched the back of Song Ao's neck, and his fingertips gently stroked the scar on the back of his neck that was about to fall off.

Song Ao stared at Jiang Heng's eyes.

He seemed to want to laugh, as if he felt that he had been redeemed and embraced the warmth.

However, before he could hug the warmth tightly, another basin of cold water was poured down again.

Jiang Heng was still in the same posture, his gaze remained unchanged, and his movements were still gentle.

But his voice seemed to be frozen, causing Song Ao's heart to cool down again - "But you will kill someone one day."

Song Ao's breathing was stagnant, and his heart was suddenly blocked.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed Jiang Heng's hand on the back of his neck away, and sighed long, his voice was dry and hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, "I know, I'm just... not ready yet."

It was all cruel, but he had to face it.

This is no longer the peaceful world where the whole army can attack with a keyboard.

For the first time, Song Ao clearly felt the importance of blood and life in this world.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about these issues before, but the bloody scene suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes, it was too real and too cruel.

Looking at Song Ao's gloomy eyes, Jiang Heng felt unbearable for a moment.

This feeling is really strange, this is clearly the Song Ao he is familiar with and understands, but it seems that there is something different.

This Song Ao attracted him even more, like a deadly poison, knowing that it was harmful, but it made people fall into it.He was so earnest, warm, and even cruelly naive.

People want to destroy him, but also want to hold him firmly in the palm of their hands.

Greed appeared in Jiang Heng's eyes.

He is the giant dragon who has found the treasure, and he must stay here to protect his treasure.

And when Jiang Heng was finally willing to give Bai Yu his eyes, he realized that she was already holding his blushing cheeks at the side, with an expression on his face that seemed to be dreaming.

When Jiang Heng's eyes swept over, she hugged her knees with great interest, trying to minimize her sense of existence.

However, there was excitement that couldn't be hidden in those beautiful eyes that looked forward.

Jiang Heng didn't understand this look, and he didn't bother to understand it. He turned to Song Ao again and said, "Your side is injured. I just went out and picked some herbs. Let's apply it to you."

Song Ao froze for a moment, then lifted his close-fitting T-shirt, only to realize that a bandage had been wrapped around his waist—no, it wasn't a bandage, but their combat uniform.

Song Ao looked at Jiang Heng in surprise, only to realize that the left sleeve of his coat had long since disappeared.

Jiang Heng took off his coat, and as soon as he got it in his hand, a bunch of things fell out of his pocket, jingling and falling to the ground.

Both Song Ao and Bai Yu's eyes were attracted by the string of things, but after seeing those things clearly, their gazes changed.

That's a bunch of -- identity tags!

Song Ao's mood that had just calmed down a little bit was raised again, "You...killed someone?"

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