I really didn't take the emperor of the enemy country as a stand-in

"Put them on for yourself, please."

The voice repeated itself.

Zhong Lang stood where he was, and answered after a while: "I haven't tried to tie it myself, think about it first."

The voice fell silent.Zhong Lang took advantage of this moment to fiddle with the contents of the box.

"Tie your feet first."

"Oh."

Zhong Lang took out the shackles.His ankles were bony and thin, and his thin layer of skin was white and transparent. Compared with the hideous shackles, he looked extremely weak and fragile.The clasp locked automatically when he closed it, and a chain as thick as a thumb was connected between the two metal ankles.

The voice wanted to continue directing, but Zhong Lang didn't wait for him.

He took out a long and thick chain from the box, looped it around his neck, crossed it in front of him, and fixed it behind his back with both hands.

Zhong Lan raised his head: "Don't you think about coming by yourself? If it's a position that I can tie myself, then I can definitely untie it myself."

That voice is gone.

In the darkness, the sound of the opening of the stone door was extremely ear-piercing.Footsteps slowly sounded behind him, gradually approaching him.The chain that fastened Zhong Lan's hands behind his back was pulled up.

The harsh collision broke the silence in the grotto, and with a click, the end of the chain was fixed on the organ.

The mechanism turned, and under the cold and powerful braking of the machine, Zhong Lan was forced to spread his shoulders, his hands were separated and suspended in the air, his toes were raised, and only a little bit of the toes could support the weight.

The familiar sound of breathing was getting closer, and a pair of arms wrapped around his lean, powerful waist that was forced to elongate from behind.

Zhong Lang, who hadn't seen Wen Yao for a long time, trembled almost subconsciously, and there was a slight redness on both sides of his cheeks.

When I see Luo Guojun's true face, do I need to pretend to be surprised?

Thinking about it, he was about to cry, his breath was short of breath, as if he was terribly frightened.

Wen Yao, who is very familiar with Zhong Lan's reaction: "..."

The probability that Zhong Lang is afraid is as high as the probability that he is ambitious.So there is only one possibility for me to treat him like this.

He is deliberately pretending to seduce.

Wen Yao bit his earlobe angrily.

"Luo Guo took Nanxin without a single soldier?" Yan Guojun was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he smiled grinningly, "Every time Yan Guo is in full swing, there are always people who come out to make trouble. Why is his luck so good? Against me?"

A group of men in gray clothes stood on the left side of the hall, only Li Weisong sat calmly, drinking tea: "I warned Your Majesty a long time ago. But Your Majesty didn't believe me at that time."

Yan Guojun exhaled heavily.Li Weisong had told him a long time ago that he had no destiny to dominate, but he himself did not believe it.The man in gray told him that his qi was trapped in the world, but the men in gray did not. If he wanted to change his fate, he could only rely on their strength.Although he regards the man in gray as a military adviser, the pride in his bones makes him not believe that he does not have the destiny of the emperor.

"However, Your Majesty's chance has come."

Yan Guojun raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

The man in gray brought a strange little box.Yan Guojun knew this thing, and these gray-clothed people were always concerned about the constantly changing numbers above.The gray-clothed man seemed to look at this number the same way he looked at contending for hegemony.

Li Weisong looked at the eye box: "Previously this number was always less than ten, but from the second day Luo Guo annexed Nanxin, the number has risen all the way to more than 80."

"what is this?"

Li Weisong smiled: "This is Xin Guojun's pain value."

The full score is [-], the higher the pain, the more painful it will be, and when Zhong Lan dies, this value will only reach [-].

"This Luo Guojun is...heh." Yan Guojun raised the corners of his mouth playfully, "Tell me, what is my chance?"

"Half a month later, the army of Yan State will collide with Luo State at Xiling Mountain, and you will lose this battle."

Yan Guojun frowned.

"However, we can help His Majesty win a round." Li Weisong said, "The method is very simple, just let the old Nanxin see the pain of Xin Guojun at this time."

Xin Guojun won the hearts of the people.If Nanxin knew that he was in such pain under Luo Guojun's hands, it would definitely cause a huge wave of momentum.

Yan Guojun thoughtfully went to the military plane to discuss the strategy, and left the man in gray where he was.

However, he just walked on the front foot.The people in gray began to whisper to each other.

"Why did the number on this box suddenly drop?"

"It's been like this for the past few days. It suddenly rose to an abnormally high level, and then fell back below ten."

"What the hell is Xin Guojun doing?"

Li Weisong rubbed his brows helplessly: "Stop arguing. As long as Nan Xin knows about his 80-year-old pain, he will be able to stir up their internal strife. Counting the days, it should be these days."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Suddenly, the number on the box jumped from a few to dozens.Li Weisong squinted his eyes as if he couldn't stand it anymore, and stuffed the box back into the black cloth bag with a painful expression.

Zhong Lan was angry.

That day, Wen Yao suddenly took out a black cloth and covered his eyes.

At the beginning, he didn't feel anything wrong, and he was a little happy, so he continued logically, but Wen Yao seemed to be irritated by him.It was only then that Zhong Lang realized that Wen Yao's own internal strength was already as strong as his, and he felt a little overwhelmed.

Not to mention that Wen Yao has become more and more crazy these days, causing Zhong Lan to lose consciousness several times.

Zhong Lan turned his head and bit Wen Yao's sweat-drenched temple hair: "What's wrong with you? Just tell me if you have something to say."

The person behind did not respond, panting heavily, as if a fire was suffocating in his heart.He made Zhong Lang angry, but he couldn't control his hands and feet.

Finally, Zhong Lan found a chance, fell to the ground together with Wen Yao, pushed him to the ground with his knee, and roared angrily.

"Wen Yao, open your mouth! Just say anything!"

Wen Yao immediately stopped moving.Zhong Lan's eyes were still covered, and he couldn't untie the black cloth with his hands and feet, so he could only listen to the dark silence.

After a long time, Wen Yao's voice was hoarse: "How do you know that I belong to Wen Yao?"

Zhong Lan: "..."

The voice was puzzled, joyful and wronged: "I blindfolded you. How do you know that I belong to Luo Guojun?"

Zhong Lan: "..."

So you think that I am very happy with strangers these days, so you are jealous again, right?

He collapsed as if exhausted, using Wen Yao as a human cushion, feeling weak.He rubbed his chin against Wen Yao's shoulder: "Of course I know that you are Wen Yao. If you hug me, I will know. If I didn't know that you were Wen Yao, would I still cooperate like this?"

The other party was silent.

"What do you think I look like?"

Wen Yao kissed him on the earlobe: "You have a look that I really, really like, but..."

He paused, mocking himself: "For you, you can live well no matter where you are, because you have countless acceptable options, and I'm just one of them, isn't it?"

Zhong Lan's heart was suddenly empty.The trembling and slight movement in Wen Yao's sentence hit him, making him immediately want to deny it.Wen Yao seemed to know that he didn't love him when encountering a little thing.

He knew that Wen Yao had never been loved since he was a child.Perhaps, when I brought him out of Luochenzhai, it was the first time he tasted being pampered.However, the sweetness he got is always fleeting, so that any sign of trouble will become a signal of being abandoned again.

"No." The vigilant and self-destructive young man standing in the snow seemed to appear in front of Zhong Lang, coaxing him softly, "I'm very..."

Wen Yao got up, hugged him tenderly, kissed him, and blocked all his words.

Zhong Lang tried hard to push him away, trying to tell him with words that he really only liked one.Suddenly, he narrowed his pupils!

"hiss--"

Wen Yao also noticed something was wrong, and took off the black cloth from his eyes, and caught Zhong Lan's painful expression in his eyes.

"Your Majesty?" Wen Yao's heart tightened immediately, and he picked him up carefully, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Lan's eyes widened suddenly, the scene in front of him changed drastically, and he lost consciousness as he drooped his head.

Luo Guojun suddenly went to Qingci Temple with great momentum, and brought Abbot Xuantang back to the palace in a hurry with a sweaty BMW.

Wen Yao's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his eyes were black with guilt, as if he hadn't slept for several nights.The cruelty and ruthlessness of the young monarch seemed to be aimed at himself, torturing himself beyond recognition.

Xuan Tang was not surprised when he saw Wen Yao in the Luo Kingdom Palace.

Wen Yao said lightly: "He's inside. This attack seems to be different from the previous ones."

Xuan Tang turned his head and couldn't help being startled.Five gorgeous giant doors made of heavy black iron were opened one by one, with layers of gauze and satin, green smoke and thin fragrance, and dim candle light, as if trying to catch all the ghosts and monsters that might approach in this corner of the room.

The huge, soft bed was covered with a thick, warm quilt, with a small piece sunken in it.The frail, pale, and tormented beauty is holding a corner of the brocade quilt, but her hands are so weak that she can't even squeeze the quilt tightly.

On both sides stood silent palace servants with low eyebrows.

Xuan Tang walked into the room and touched Zhong Lan's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Master, what happened to him?"

Xuan Tang also frowned.He carefully examined the appearance of Zhong Lan.Previously, he had helped Zhong Lang alleviate several episodes, and he had been trying to find the source of the illness but couldn't do anything about it. This episode was different but he suddenly had an inspiration.

"It's a bit strange." Xuan Tang said, "His appearance has nothing to do with His Majesty, but rather..."

Wen Yao asked eagerly, "What?"

Xuan Tang closed his mouth.After all, Wen Yao is a character NPC in this world, and it is not clear if I talk to him.

Zhong Lang, this attack is like the boss in some games has entered a weak state.

In order to balance the mission parameters in some extremely difficult small worlds, they will deliberately give the missioners several chances in the later stage.

Therefore, the boss will have a specific stage of weakness.

Zhong Lang's previous attacks were very aggressive, and Xuan Tang didn't think about it.However, it was only at this time that he realized that Zhong Lang's seizures became weaker and less aggressive each time.

But this is unreasonable, let's not say that the boss of this world is the male protagonist, and Zhong Lang is just a person living in this world, how could he be affected by this?

Xuan Tang's eyes dodged for a while: "It's hard for the poor monk to be sure, please ask the poor monk to check once or twice, Your Majesty."

Wen Yao pondered for a moment, then nodded, then stepped back and stood at the door.He watched the door slowly close in front of him, passing through the gradually narrowing gap, as if he could see through the sky.

Xuan Tang looked back, but when he saw the few palace servants waiting outside the room, his brows twitched.

He saw several old people who used to serve Zhong Lang, they must have been brought here from Nanxin by Wen Yao because he was afraid that Zhong Lang would not be able to take good care of them.

He recognized Li Quan.The latter's eyes were full of water, as if he was suppressing sadness and resentment.

Xuan Tang's heart moved slightly.

Wasn't the attack this time deliberately trying to make people in Nanxin misunderstand that Zhong Lan's illness was caused by Wen Yao's torment?

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