[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist never comes

The person on the bed was tired after staying up all night, but his face was as rosy as apples. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the bruises all over his body under the quilt. His head was finally clear about what happened yesterday, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. A dusty smile.

The person with his back to him still seemed to be in a deep sleep, probably exhausted.

He smiled silently, put his arm on his long hair scattered on the pillow, and poured honey between his brows: "Brother Wen, you didn't take care of me at all yesterday, and you were so anxious like you !"

Thinking of seeing the other person admitting his expression, he pushed the other person's bare shoulders, trying to wake him up.

Sure enough, the other party turned around, kissed him on the face indiscriminately, and pinched his chest dishonestly: "Baby, don't make trouble, didn't you feed your little bitch last night, let me An Sheng sleeps for a while, and then I will treat you!"

Ah——The hoarse cry woke up the residents in the inn. The little girl who got up early ran in to inquire in a hurry, but was thrown pillows all over her face by the man with disheveled hair on the bed.

"Get out, get out of here! Get out! Get out!"

As if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs, Xiao Er wanted to step up to check his situation, but was afraid of angering the tearful person on the bed,

I had no choice but to pull the man under the bed * to leave first, intending to find a piece of clothing for him, so as not to scare the other guests.

Bah, what's there to be pretentious about, isn't he just a rabbit?But it was also strange enough, the person he was supporting had his eyes narrowed, he didn't look like a guest in that room.

"This official, you are not a resident of this inn, are you?"

"What inn? Am I not in the Waiting House on Qingliang Street?"

Xiao Er let go of his hand when he heard this, and widened his bullfrog-like eyes: "I don't want to insult people like this, we open the door to welcome guests in a serious way!"

"Oh, it's really an inn. I remember that I was drinking flower wine yesterday. Why did the work of going to a hut go to this side? It's weird!"

"Can you still remember what happened after yesterday?"

"Maybe it's because I brought the people from Qingliang Street here to be happy, quickly bring the clothes here, don't tell people that I have been here, or I will find someone to break your dog legs, tsk tsk, ouch, don't tell me, Yesterday this grass was really tasty!"

After the man paid the rent, he was so triumphant that he walked away humming obscene words and pornographic songs, Xiao Er spat hard in the direction he left: "Bah! Fuck the pickle!"

Not long after, a handsome young man staggered out of the inn, his face was pale like a ghost, his eyes were straight as if his soul had been scattered, and a fresh flower of blood bloomed on his snow-white chest. Yes, he still spit out his own blood.

A customer who came to order food looked at him curiously, but he grinned like crazy and stared back. People coming and going in the lobby covered their noses tightly to avoid this smelly man.

Suddenly his eyeballs moved, and slowly his eyes were wedged a little upstairs. He staggered and ran quickly to the table by the window, and reached out to grab the other party's collar, but the other party easily avoided it.

Stimulated by the disgust in the other party's eyes, he yelled furiously: "How do you know it's mine? I've never missed a shot since I was a teacher! I have the exact same face, and I even have a body that looks like him! Why? ?”

Liu Shu dodged the blood foam sprayed out of his mouth, took a sip from the clean cup by the table, the expression on his face was unmoved: "He never knows my thoughts, you are self-defeating!"

Lu Shang seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, he stumbled back a few steps, his foot was hit by a chair, and he didn't feel it. Tree: "Haha, he doesn't know, he doesn't even know, you're worse than me, so what if you're in love, he doesn't know! He doesn't know at all! Haha..."

The bun was broken up by his crazy movements, and the long messy hair rested on half of the face, and the upside-down and chaotic expression outlined half of it seemed to be crying, and the other half seemed to be smiling.

Sneaking in through the sunlight through the window, I could see the other half of the crying face slowly and completely smiling, the glaring expression became normal, but for some reason, my heart became entangled.

Liu Shu never gave him a glance, he looked in the direction of the Third Prince's Mansion, as if he had already left the bustling pavilions, and his mind was on the people on the other side.

There is only an empty shell left, and he is still slowly expressing his overflowing thoughts: "How could I have misunderstood him? I have used every inch of texture pulled by movements and every emotion hidden in demeanor. The eyes have occupied him until he has chewed this person down to the bone, and it is clearer than he is familiar with himself. You should not know that when I exhale, the number of times he blinks is the same." His hand gently stroked the top of his hair, "The size of my hair grows exactly the same as the curvature of the corners of his mouth when he smiles. It's just that he doesn't smile often, which is a pity. In fact, I wish I loved you so that everyone can relax, but who told you that you don't have that ability? !"

He suddenly changed the disappointment in his brows, turned his head and smiled lightly at the crowd, as if swearing: "So what if he doesn't know about these, anyway, he will always be mine!"

Everyone only felt that the man who looked like a madman was stern and stern, but they didn't think that the madness that could catch the eye was a superficial visual stimulus, and what really made people feel the threat of the hand on the throat was the calm face that did not reveal it. Just a few words so lightly made them feel that a sharp claw was picking and picking from their minds, as if wanting to take away all the shadows and voices of the person he spoke of in their minds, even a look Don't allow them to be contaminated in the slightest!

Lu Shang's heart tightened, and he swallowed the blood rushing to his throat. He wanted to open his mouth to say something heartbreaking to relieve his pain, but he was afraid that the other party would come back with more vicious and forceful words, so he could only sneer. With a sound, he ran out the door as if fleeing for his life.

"Crazy! They're all crazy! Crazy..." He shouted hoarsely, the sunlight on the long street was a bit dazzling, he raised his head to look at the darkness, and when he looked up again, he wished he could tear down the high sun and throw it into the city The smelly water river outside, why do you always look aloof and be admired by the world!

The sunlight on the street was as annoying as that man, his feet had just fallen hard, but when he lifted up he saw the undamaged sunlight, he danced and danced on the long street, stepping on the sunshine for a long time.

Finally seeing the corner where the sun was not stained, his tired face was filled with joy, and he crawled over almost weeping with joy.

When the old beggar in the dark alley saw someone he knew well, his body ached. He remembered the gold ingot that had been robbed, so he gritted his teeth and crawled forward.

Lu Shang was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing the old beggar kneeling, he suddenly smiled brightly.

After the crisp and pleasing sound of gold falling into the bowl, familiar movements rubbed and kneaded the old beggar's face for a long time.

The old beggar tightened his skinny skin, and only hoped that the young master would be merciful this time.

One foot kicked the old beggar's face hard, almost rubbing off a layer of skin, and then the merciless fists and feet rained down on his body. The old beggar curled up in pain and rolled around in the narrow corner , but he couldn't avoid those fists with long eyes.

He didn't know why the frail young master suddenly went berserk, howled and begged for mercy and hoped to stop, but more and more violent beatings were summoned, and the fists seemed to be hitting his head with dead force!

"Bitch! I let you seduce Brother Wen! Go to hell! I ruined your face, this appearance can only be mine! Brother Wen is mine too! Go to die, why don't you die! "

With more and more ferocious curses, the old beggar stretched his legs feebly for a few moments, and gradually became silent. He was beaten to death in an alley sheltered from wind and rain.

Lu Shang was panting hoarsely, as if he was about to hold back in the next second, his blood-red eyes fixed on the half-broken face.

The remaining half of his intact face was full of distorted pain, but in his eyes, there was another mocking face, the vicious corners of his mouth pierced his burning heart and lungs viciously, proudly swearing the words of sovereignty His intact lungs punctured blood vessels one by one, and the hot blood exploded in his body. He felt that his intestines and stomach had fallen to the bottom, leaving only his heart sinking hard in his throat.

He lay on the ground and vomited faintly. After a long while, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes that were forced out by the pain. With disheveled hair, he giggled, slowly crawled in front of that face, and bit off a piece of skin , the taste of blood entered the tongue buds, and when he saw the tragic state of that face, he felt an unprecedented pleasure.

Before he had time to swallow the flesh and blood in his mouth, he lay down on that face and gnawed again, each mouthful was like fine wine, each piece was like delicacy, like a very hungry wolf in the desert, if he couldn't eat the things in front of him, he would eat them. Be devoured by the hunger in your stomach!

After the whole face could no longer see its original face, only the uneven blood was blurred, he hiccupped contentedly, and bit down on the fragile neck, and the spurted blood drenched his head and face.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, and at the end of the laugh, he seemed to be crying: "I have no good results with you. If I die in the end, I will also splatter your blood! You can't stop remembering me! Ha ha!"

He was obsessed with looking at the blood on his clothes, hugged the blood on the hem, bowed his head and kissed again and again.

Chen Shen was told by the third prince these days that for some reason monks from the realm of comprehension appeared frequently in the royal city, so he had no choice but to stay in the mansion behind closed doors. The third prince's throne was what the people wanted, and he didn't want to be a seat in the history books The eternal sinner!

On the contrary, Ms. Li often came to the mansion to look for him, and after scolding those well-dressed young masters, she would also entertain him with the gossip she heard in the market.

The only son of Prime Minister Lu's family was seriously ill, and he lingered on the sickbed for several days. Prime Minister Lu couldn't hide his frowning face in the court hall. Later, when he went to the temple to pray, he heard that he met a hermit with excellent medical skills. For a moment, I didn't write some prescriptions of precious medicinal materials for the patient, but I didn't know if the herbs were used too much, and the sound was stained with the medicinal properties.

As soon as the moon rubbed the head of the willow, Mr. Lu recovered as normal as before his illness. Everyone said that Prime Minister Lu followed the third prince, and the accumulated kindness sheltered his children and grandchildren.

Good things come to everyone's satisfaction, and bad things happen one after another. An old beggar died silently in a dark alley. The widows covered their eyes and shouted sin!

On the day when Lu Shang recovered from his illness, the hooligan in the east of the city was killed at home. The smell of blood in the house was unbearable even for the old butcher who had been slaughtering pigs for many years. People around him clapped their hands in the courtyard of his house. Said fast, while vomiting a mess.

"Do you know how dead he is?" Miss Li put down the cup, raised her feet and acted mysteriously.

Chen Shen shook his head very cooperatively. Miss Li proudly picked up the curiosity in his eyes, leaned her head closer and said in a low voice, "He was castrated on his own bed and died of excessive bleeding!"

Chen Shen only felt that the hem of his shirt was cold, and he gasped, what a ruthless murderer!

Chen Shen's reaction obviously pleased Ms. Li. In fact, she still wanted to see this man's shocked expression more obviously. It's just that she already knew the other party's indifference during this time together. After a few cups of fragrant tea, he rushed to the street to catch those young masters from the Fish and Meat King City.

It was almost like sending away a bodhisattva on the front foot, and welcoming an invitation card for a big Buddha.

"If you want to know Brother Wen's identity, you must come to the Prime Minister's Mansion!" The signature is Lu Shang's two characters in elegant handwriting.