After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

Cong Ji pretended to be calm and said: "You should know that I am a tyrant, but killing a death row prisoner is nothing more than a big deal."

"Death row?" Wen Qi let out a foul breath and asked, "What did he do?"

Cong Ji replied: "He used to be a teacher with some talents and learning, but he was a man with a human face and a beast's heart. He saw that his neighbor's wife and daughter were quite beautiful, so he killed his neighbor's father while he was joining the army, and then occupied the neighbor. They even forced the poor mother and daughter into prostitutes, so that the mother and daughter became the prostitutes of the villagers."

"So it's like that, he's not a pity to die, so kill him." Wen Qi walked up to Cong Ji, took Cong Ji's right hand, "Your Majesty, it's more dewy, come back with me to rest."

Cong Ji slammed Wen Qi's left hand away. His right hand just killed someone, and Wen Qi shouldn't be holding it.

Wen Qi looked at his empty left hand, and said timidly, "Where did I displease His Majesty?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "You didn't displease me, did you witness with your own eyes that I used this right hand to take the life of a death row prisoner?"

Not long ago, Wen Qi was awakened by Cong Ji. He saw Cong Ji getting off the bed and leaving the Danquan Hall. Out of curiosity, he didn't stop Cong Ji, but changed his feet, put on clothes, and followed Cong Ji.

There were guards outside the dungeon, and it took him a lot of effort to get into the dungeon.

For a while, he didn't know where Cong Ji was. When he found Cong Ji, he actually saw Cong Ji take back five fingers of his right hand from a prisoner's heart.

The blood dripping from the breach fell to the ground, adding some dye to the dark red ground.

Cong Ji's fingers had distinct knuckles, each knuckle was covered with blood, and there seemed to be a little flesh embedded in the nails.

There was no lighting in the cell, and the candlelight outside the cell only illuminated Cong Ji a little, but most of Cong Ji's face was still hidden in the darkness.

He couldn't see Cong Ji's expression clearly, only the corners of Cong Ji's raised lips were particularly eye-catching.

He felt fear immediately, but the fear disappeared after a while. After all, Cong Ji was the person he liked, and Cong Ji treated him very gently, never hurting him, and it was definitely not a lie.

Therefore, even if Cong Ji killed someone, he never thought of running away from Cong Ji.

He collected his thoughts and replied frankly: "I did witness with my own eyes that His Majesty used this right hand to take the life of a condemned prisoner."

Cong Ji suddenly turned his head away, not daring to look at Wen Qi again, lest Wen Qi be tarnished by his gaze.

Wen Qi is pure and innocent, but he is full of sins.

He has long been forced to accept the fact that he is a tyrant, but whenever he stays with Wen Qi, he always forgets his identity.

Now that Wen Qi witnessed him murdering with his own eyes, it made him feel ashamed to face Wen Qi again.

Wen Qi should only have the bright moon and white snow in his eyes, and he should never be a tyrant.

He took a step back and said in a low voice: "Wen Qi, I will send you out of the palace tomorrow."

Wen Qi couldn't help being stunned. Nearly an hour ago, he and Cong Ji exchanged courtesies for each other, and he even had the idea that he would rather be treated as a woman than have Cong Ji.

Half an hour ago, he and Cong Ji fell asleep hugging each other.

Now, who knows who is stealing the sky and changing the sun, causing him to lose a long period of time, otherwise, why would Cong Ji become so fast?

He looked at Cong Ji, and refused firmly: "I don't want to leave the palace."

Cong Ji promised: "I assure you that whether it is food and clothing, or living quarters, it must be of the same standard as the palace."

Wen Qi stepped forward: "These are irrelevant."

Cong Ji took a step back: "What's the matter?"

Wen Qi took another step forward: "Your Majesty is very important."

Cong Ji took another step back: "I am a tyrant, it doesn't matter."

Wen Qi pressed on every step of the way until Cong Ji could not retreat, and then said: "Even if Your Majesty is a tyrant, it is very important to me."

A burst of guilt grew wildly in response, his ancestors took the lead, wrapped in horse leather, and his mother taught him earnestly, wanting him to grow up to be an upright gentleman. , He couldn't even stay away from Cong Ji, thinking that he would be separated from Cong Ji by nine towers, he felt unbearable pain.

As far as Cong Ji is concerned, Wen Qi is weak and powerless, he can force Wen Qi to be sent out of the palace, but in fact, he can't even push away Wen Qi who has been attached to his body.

At the same time, the bloodthirsty desire that had been suppressed just now came to his heart, making him realize once again how murderous he is.

He felt that the tendons on his temple were throbbing, echoing with his right hand that was about to move and was eager to kill.

He kissed Wen Qi, kissed for a long time, mostly deep kisses, he even used his lips and teeth to pay respects to Wen Qi, in addition, he also killed a death row prisoner, and he is now clinging to Wen Qi, Today is not July [-]th, when bloodthirsty is the most violent. Originally, the superposition of these treatments should be enough for him to suppress the bloodthirsty of September [-]th.

Obviously, Wen Qi's effectiveness is slowly weakening, and his sanity is slowly being eroded.

Maybe one day, he will accidentally kill Wen Qi.

He shivered because of his assumption, and then said seriously: "Wen Qi, I will send you out of the palace tomorrow."

When Wen Qi heard the words, he raised his head and kissed, but Cong Ji avoided it.

He smiled wryly and said: "You are not joking, His Majesty has clearly promised me that as long as I am alone with His Majesty, I can kiss His Majesty."

Cong Ji evaded and said, "One moment and another moment."

"Your Majesty broke his promise." Wen Qi didn't know whether he should step forward and kiss Cong Ji forcefully, or he should take a step back to save himself some face.

After hesitating, his body acted before his will.

To prevent Cong Ji from pushing him away, he tightly circled Cong Ji's waist; to prevent Cong Ji from avoiding his kiss, he raised his hand to pinch Cong Ji's jaw.

Immediately afterwards, he stood on tiptoe and kissed Cong Ji's lips without hesitation.

Forget it, just enjoy yourself in time, what do you want your ancestors to do?What do you want your mother to do?The left and right ancestors and mother are gone, so they can't stop him, and can't admonish him.

He licked Cong Ji's lips, seeing that Cong Ji didn't respond, he felt distressed and wronged.

He thought for a while, then forcefully opened Cong Ji's jaw, and wrapped around the tip of Cong Ji's tongue.

However, Cong Ji still did not respond, like an outsider.

His heart felt cold, and he suddenly felt like a bully who forced others into prostitution.

Cong Ji didn't have broken sleeves, but the lips and teeth of men and women were not much different. Cong Ji had kissed him before, obviously he didn't feel disgusted.

Cong Ji was moved by Wen Qi's kiss, and finally couldn't help but push Wen Qi away.

Wen Qi was caught off guard and fell to the ground. His entire body was almost submerged in the blood of the death row prisoner, and the body of the death row prisoner was within his arms.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood, which was very disgusting, and what he just did was even more disgusting.

He raised his hand to cover his face, and in an instant, tears were streaming down his face.

He turned his back on his ancestors, turned his back on his mother, and chose a hopeless love. He was really obsessed.

Come back in time.

He told himself so, but the tears could not be stopped.

Cong Ji stretched out his hand to Wen Qi, trying to help Wen Qi up, but saw Wen Qi stand up by himself.

Wen Qi turned his back to Cong Ji, in order to maintain his poor dignity, he tried his best to make his voice inaudible: "Your Majesty, Mei Shan, Wen Qi resigns."

He didn't mention tomorrow and fled.

It's a pity that even though his voice was unrecognizable, the shark beads all over the place easily betrayed him.

Cong Ji chased after him and grabbed Wen Qi's wrist.

Surrounded by the night wind, Wen Qi was forced to calm down with the chill to his bones.

As the son of the Wen family, he should not be pleased with a tyrant. Fortunately, reason always prevailed, so he did not confess his love to Cong Ji, and he was not too embarrassed; It should be much easier to break this lovesickness.

He turned his head, glanced at Cong Ji's face, and then opened Cong Ji's fingers one by one.

"Wen Qi..." Cong Ji called, and Wen Qi smiled and said, "What is your majesty's order?"

He was at a loss for words at once, and heard Wen Qi's alienation: "Your Majesty, I am not related to Your Majesty, and from today onwards, it is better for me to keep a distance from Your Majesty."

He watched Wen Qi drift away, not knowing how to keep him.

Wen Qi went straight back to Danquan Hall, he knew that he couldn't bear to part with Cong Ji after all, otherwise he should have let Cong Ji send him out of the palace just now, instead of keeping a distance.

He sat by the pool with his feet folded, buried his head on his knees, and said in his heart: After a while, when my love for Cong Ji fades away and I am ready to stay away from Cong Ji, I will leave the palace.

When I leave the palace, I can meet more people, and I won't be full of Cong Ji.

Now that I have cut off my sleeve, I must not delay the innocent woman, and simply find a man who agrees with me to marry and live.

Cong Ji is nothing more than a tyrant, there must be a man who can surpass Cong Ji by a million times.

Cong Ji...

Cong Xun and Cong Ji are three to four points alike. I don't know if Cong Xun has broken sleeves. If Cong Xun has broken sleeves, maybe he can look up to me?Why don't I try to recommend myself to him?

No, the idea of ​​using Cong Ji as a substitute is wrong. Cong Ji should not be a substitute for Cong Ji, and Cong Ji cannot be replaced by Cong Ji. No one can replace Cong Ji.

It's better to find a man who has no similarities with Cong Ji.

He thought wildly, and finally, all his mind went blank.

He looked at the surface of the pool where there were no waves, but he didn't seem to see anything.

On that side, Cong Ji was standing in front of the Danquan Hall. He actually didn't understand why Wen Qi insisted on kissing him just now. Could it be that Wen Qi was pleasing to him?

Impossible, he is a tyrant, and it is absolutely impossible for Wen Qi to please a tyrant.

If Wen Qi didn't like him, why did he cry because he didn't get a response?

He thought about whether he should go in, and after a while, he pushed open the palace door privately with his fingertips.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and he saw Wen Qi standing up, bowing to him and saying, "Wen Qi has seen Your Majesty, Your Majesty is safe."

Wen Qi became the young shark when he first entered the palace, and he was extremely obedient in order to survive.

Cong Ji opened his lips and teeth, and closed them again.

After a long time, he reminded: "Wen Qi, you are covered in blood."

That's right, my body was covered in blood stains, which were stained after being pushed away by Cong Ji, and now it has already solidified.

Wen Qi knelt down on the ground and said respectfully: "Wen Qi stained His Majesty's eyes, I hope His Majesty will come down."

Cong Ji walked up to Wen Qi, and reached out to help Wen Qi.

Wen Qi did not refuse, and after being lifted up, he ordered his servant to deliver water.

Then, in front of Cong Ji, he took off his clothes, walked barefoot behind the screen, and submerged his body in the bath water.

During the Frost's Descent season, the weather suddenly became cold, and he had already changed into autumn clothes, but when Cong Ji saw that he was barefoot, he didn't respond at all.

No matter how Cong Ji thought of him before, he has obviously been rejected by Cong Ji.

That being the case, why did Cong Ji comfort him with his lips?

Maybe Cong Ji was just a whim?Maybe Cong Ji just wanted to see his ugliness at that time?Or maybe for Cong Ji, this is not something worth mentioning?

He clearly remembered Cong Ji's answer: "I wanted to do this, so I did."

He washed off the blood stains on his body indiscriminately, got out of the tub, wiped his hair a few times indiscriminately, and then put on his clothes.

After getting out of the screen, he got on the bed and said to Cong Ji: "Your Majesty, Mei Shan."

Cong Ji's mouth was bitter. He wanted to stay by Wen Qi's side, but was forced back to the dungeon by his bloodthirsty desire.

After killing three death row prisoners in a row, his bloodthirsty desire was temporarily subsided.

The shark beads were still falling into the blood, so he picked them up one by one, wiped them clean with his sleeves, and carefully held them in his palm one by one.

If he had responded to Wen Qi before, would Wen Qi be sleeping soundly in his arms now?

But he can no longer allow himself to be too close to Wen Qi, lest he be reluctant to let Wen Qi out of the palace, causing Wen Qi to be killed by himself.

He was full of disappointment, and he didn't fall asleep again. He stayed half an hour before the morning, walked out of the dungeon, returned to the ideological and political hall, took a bath and changed clothes.

When he sat on the throne and looked down at the ministers, he actually thought that his status was noble, and he could kill them, and it would be no harm to kill all these living people.

He rubbed his temples, desperately suppressing the thought.

When he was young, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and left.