I rely on the subjugation system to help the villain change his life against the sky

The enemies on the battlefield call him White Ghost, because he will wear white clothes when he kills, the blood splatters, and the bright red eyes are bright red. Don't leave the living soul, wherever you go, gods and ghosts will retreat.

No one is not afraid of him.

I still remember that when he seized the throne, the elites of Beijing and China secretly wooed and bought people's hearts. They speculated on the holy will and flattered them, just because they were afraid that the rich family would be destroyed and they would harm themselves. With hypocrisy.

They bowed their heads, they bowed their heads, they counted on His Majesty to create a prosperous life for them.

When the news of victory came, they ran to tell each other with tears on their clothes; when the news of defeat came, they sat at home, pointed out the country, and exchanged cups and cups, talking about the hindsight of this battle, as if this battle could be adopted. Strategies are bound to succeed.

For so many years, he ignored those people.

I only remember that the Empress Mother once said to him before leaving: "Your Majesty is the best Majesty, the greatest Majesty for generations to come."

But the mother died.

My mother, whom I had not seen for many years, died not long ago.

Wu Ting drank another cup of tea, only to feel that his mind was getting more and more heavy.

The only person in the world who cared about him was gone, why did he shed blood on the battlefield every day?The common people don't love him, and he doesn't miss the common people either. Qiu Li's peach blossoms have withered long ago, and this island is the only one in the world that still has a peach grove that is not stained with blood...

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?" Jiu Shigou whispered in his ear.

Wu Ting rested his forehead on the pottery pot, his head swayed left and right, his consciousness was slackened, and for some reason, he drank only a few cups of tea, but his cheeks were flushed, red lines appeared in his eyes, and a drop of water glistened. Beads slipped from the corners of his eyes and down his jaw.

He cried?

After a long time, I was surprised.

How could someone like His Majesty cry?

Jiu Shigou carefully removed the wine jar from His Majesty's arms, and moved the remaining wine in the glass aside so that His Majesty would not overturn it.

At first, he just wanted to distract His Majesty, and then poured him a few glasses of wine when His Majesty was not paying attention.

It's just that I didn't expect that just after I said a word, His Majesty seemed to have opened the memory box by himself, and drank several glasses of wine that Jiu Shihou handed over. .

The alcohol content of the plum wine is much lower than that of the previous brewing, so it is no problem to drink a few jars after a long time, but for a person like His Majesty who has a light drinker, he is already drunk and unconscious before finishing a can.

"Hey, don't scratch around." Jiu Shigou took his hand, hooked His Majesty's waist, and helped him up from the table.

Wu Ting was already in a state of confusion, he could not hear anything, his footsteps were flimsy, he walked a few steps unsteadily, before he could be supported by him, he staggered forward, Almost fell into the ground.

Fortunately, Jiu Shigou's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. Seeing His Majesty was about to fall, he rushed over immediately, and Wu Ting happened to hug him softly, but he was a big man, and being thrown by His Majesty, Jiu Shigou completely lost his center of gravity, and the next moment he stepped back Fell into a pile of pine needles.

Wu Ting unconsciously lay on his body, resting his head on his shoulders, breathing steadily and slowly.

It was like resting on his shoulder on the night of heavy rain seven days ago.

After looking over Wu Ting's shoulder for a long time to look at the small skylight, he saw a round head suddenly popping up there: "Player Jiu Shi, is your side ok? I've already taken care of the people outside, you Come out quickly."

"Wait for me at the intersection you told you before you went, and I'll come over after I put your Majesty away." Jiu Shigou said.

The owl flew away, but Jiu Shi was a little troubled later.

Although he is not the kind of playboy who goes through the wind and moon field, he also knows that it is really ungentlemanly to make someone cry and then leave him and run away, especially just now when His Majesty took the wine glass from him and drank it all in one gulp Shi Shi's expression, after watching it for a long time, I really feel very uncomfortable.

After a long time, he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wu Ting's eyes, and patted him on the back with the other hand like comforting a child, "Your Majesty, I'm the one who's sorry for you this time, but you also poisoned me, one person at a time will be equal." Well, even though you are a villain, you are still pretty good to me—although you let me live only because you thought you couldn't stay on the island if I died, but... oh no, I'm leaving. "

"Don't go..." Wu Ting moved his head, and pressed his lips against Jiu Shihou's neck again.

This time there was no strong wind and rain like last time, the feeling of His Majesty's warm lips touching the skin was very clear, and after a long time, he even felt that the heat spreading from that place was drilling into his blood, rubbing against the blood vessels to produce a feeling Unexplainable itching.

After all, Jiu Shigou came back from studying abroad. Even if he had never fought with anyone before, he knew a lot about French wet kisses. It's quite comfortable in the heap.

But he was in a hurry.

Jiu Shihou had to admit that he didn't really want to let go, but he still removed His Majesty from his body.

The drunk was still so obedient, no matter how long he played with him, he would not wake up nor resist.

Sitting beside him for a long time, he touched the warm spot on his neck that hadn't disappeared, and his eyes fell on the face of the sleeping person.

His Majesty has fair skin, and the lines of his facial features are perfectly cut. His eyelashes are fluttering slightly in his sleep. There is a kind of daunting heroism in his eyebrows and eyes, but at this moment he is wrinkled tightly, as if trapped in a bad dream. inside.

Jiu Shihou reached out his hand out of nowhere, and touched His Majesty's forehead, as if he wanted to smooth out those wrinkles.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a golden streak on the collarbone under His Majesty's neck. He noticed it when he first saw His Majesty. What is that?

After a long time, relying on the drunkard's ability to beat people, he reached out to tear off His Majesty's collar.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the collar, Wu Ting grabbed his wrist, slowly moved it down, stopped at the position of the heart, and pressed it tightly against the chest. He was still in a deep sleep, but he muttered in his mouth: "listen……"

Jiu Shigou softly: "Listen to what?"

"Heartbeat."

"What happened to the heartbeat?"

"Alive."

The words of drunkards often have no logic, but Jiu Shigou unexpectedly understood this sentence, which even sounded a bit childish.

His Majesty didn't want to tell anyone that he was still alive, but he dreamed back at midnight, his chest was beating continuously, so he was unconsciously surprised that he was still alive in this world - people who walk on the tip of a knife often feel this way, every time they live All nights are lucky.

Wu Ting seems to be awake, but also seems not to be awake, his eyes are slightly opened, and the hazy mist is engulfed in it, but his consciousness is obviously not clear, and the redness at the end of his eyes has not faded, and it is even brighter than when he just passed out .

His Majesty still held his hand to his chest after Jiu Shi, at this moment he actually sneered: "Don't test my concentration."

This is of course a joke. Although President Jiu often feels that he has the heart of a prodigal son, he has never been addicted to his mouth. He has grown up so big that he has never even been to a nightclub—although most of the reason is President Jiu’s business. busy.

At this time, almost 10 minutes had passed since the owl left, but Jiu Shihou was not in a hurry.

Thinking that he would never have such an opportunity to get close to historical figures in the future, the courage came out of nowhere, not only did Jiu Shigou not take his hand away from His Majesty's hand, but instead grabbed His Majesty's collar with the other hand, He stopped to take a breath, and then peeled off his shirt under the bewildered gaze of the drunkard, peeling off a large white and firm chest.

The tight chest muscles rise and fall with your breath.

I saw a golden dragon painted on it, with all the claws and beards, and the details are full. It is no exaggeration to describe it as lifelike, but... the only thing missing is a pair of eyes.

The cold moonlight intertwined light and dark on the chest, and the image of Jiu Shi was fascinated by ghosts, and actually reached out and touched the skin where the eyes should have been. Wu Ting seemed to be startled by this touch, and his muscles were obvious. It tensed for a moment, and then sat up with the help of Jiu Shi's wrist.

After a long time: "..."

"Your Majesty...are you awake?"

Naturally, he didn't wake up.

However, this incomplete tattoo aroused Jiu Shihou's desire to create. He pulled out a roll of pen curtains from the pine needle bushes - this was specially brought to him by Shuxi for drawing the blueprint of the ship, and it contained insoluble water. color ink.

Jiu Shigou chose a golden color that was closest to the color of the tattoo, and picked two more light yellow and ochre for color matching. He picked up his pen and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, may I touch you?"

A dragon is incomplete without eyes, so let President Jiu, an all-around player who knows both astronomy and painting, make the finishing touch!

Wu Ting looked at him in confusion, his eyes were full of mist.

"Old rules, if you don't speak, I will consider you acquiescing." Jiu Shigou said.

The next moment, he picked up the pen and landed on His Majesty's collarbone.

Although Jiu Shigou's painting skills can't be called supernatural, but it is more than enough to draw the eyes of the dragon. He controlled the force very lightly, for fear of hurting His Majesty. He has never cared for a person so carefully in his life.

He seemed to be painting the golden body of the god worshiped by people in the golden temple. Even though he knew that the colored ink would eventually fade and disappear, he still had a pious mood, with every stroke, endless tenderness and patience.

At this time, a muffled hum came from the top of his head, and Jiu Shi was subconsciously stunned for a moment.

What's wrong?Does it hurt?

The pen was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, his breath rose to his throat in an instant, and after a while, he didn't hear any other movement, and when he looked up, he found that His Majesty was not awake, and the strings in his heart relaxed instantly.

From his angle, he could see His Majesty's sharp and clear jaw line, as well as the protruding Adam's apple, with distinct bones, moving up and down with the dream.

After a long time, he subtly swallowed his saliva following His Majesty's breathing—he didn't know why he swallowed his saliva, probably everyone in the world loves beauty, seeing a beauty like His Majesty, even if he didn't dare to blaspheme, the joy in his heart was suppressed Can't live.

After some time, His Majesty's dream was already heavy, and the mellow plum smell emanated from every pore of his skin.

The eyes are also finished, and they are exactly the same as the original. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that they were added later.

A complete golden dragon pattern suddenly came alive, full of heroic spirit, and thunderous.

After a long time, he helped His Majesty to lie down again. His Majesty was very obedient and had already fallen asleep at this time.

He tilted his head to look for a while, and felt that something was not enough.

So, after thinking about it for a while, he picked another light pink stick from the pen curtain, gestured in the air horizontally and vertically for a while, and then put down the pen again, adding a touch of inconspicuous thin red at the end of Jinlong's eyes, like The eyes of His Majesty who was drunk at the moment.

With this change, the golden dragon instantly became alive. Originally, it only had the potential to annihilate the world of mortals, but now it has a little more human fireworks.

After finishing all this, Jiu Shigou made a crisp sound against his big palm, "Perfect."

The unconscious His Majesty was still lying in the haystack.

After a long time, he closed the clothes on his chest, and moved the table far away from him, for fear that he would bump his head when he sleeps at night.

When Jiu Shigou stood up and was about to leave, he suddenly felt someone grab his wrist, and a heavy force grabbed him.