[Three Kingdoms] This saving the world is poisonous

Man is a creature that will deflect all reasonable things to his own advantage.There is no wholehearted savior in this real world, only sanctimonious hypocrites.

At night after the parliament, only soldiers were patrolling back and forth in the dimly lit corridor.Sima Shi nodded to the soldiers who stopped in front of him, passed them and continued towards the master's bedroom.

Before he knew it, Master Sima had arrived at his destination. The soldiers guarding the gate saw him coming, so they consciously stepped aside and stood outside the courtyard.There will not disturb the lord to meet people, but also can be found by the lord when he needs it.

Master Sima withdrew his gaze from watching the soldiers, raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling out: "My lord? My lord?" After calling several times but getting no response, Master Sima said, "Excuse me." Then he opened the door and entered the room.

It was night, Sima Shi stood in the dark room and looked at the bed. There was a sleeping person there. She seemed to have fallen asleep before she could make it to the bed. Only her upper body lay on the bed and fell asleep soundly. Didn't notice it in the room.

Sima Shi stood in the room like a statue, he silently looked at the person on the bed, as if he was waiting for her to wake up, and also seemed to be sure if she was really asleep.

She slept really soundly, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her, only this bed was destined to connect with her.

"My lord?" Sima Shi was silent for a long time before speaking, he tried to wake up the people on the bed.He walked to the bed and touched her shoulder lightly, trying to push her.The person lying on his stomach leaned forward following his strength, and was about to fall down in his sleep.

Sima Shi was startled, and when he realized it, he had already wrapped his arms around the sleeping man's shoulders.

The touch under his hands is soft and warm, the body temperature of a living person.The heat of a living person that makes people covet, makes people can't help but want to hug and snatch the heat.

The difference between the dead and the living severely crushed Sima Shi's rationality, he couldn't control his fingers, and his sharp nails pierced the sleeping man's skin.Warm blood gradually oozes out from his fingertips, and the bright red that he envied is enough to drive people crazy.And the person in his arms was still asleep without realizing it.

Sima Shi resisted the struggle in his heart, he still had some reason, and he knew that what he planned was not as fast as it should be.

I agreed with the lord before that after the discussion is over, I will visit the lord to discuss some private matters.

Sima Shi shook his head, trying to get away from this hot stimulation.But he couldn't let go, the more he wanted to stay away, his hand clasped the lord's shoulder tightly, greedily getting close to the temperature of her body.

"Do you want it?" A voice was vaguely heard in the ear saying so.

But Master Sima raised his head and looked around vigilantly, but he didn't find any third person in the room, only him and the lord were there.

"Yes, no one will find out." The voice sounded again.

He was tempting Sima Shi, leading him towards the abyss.

"It's just that these are not enough, you deserve more." The voice said this again, causing Sima Shi to swallow uncontrollably.

Worth having more...

Sima Shi was in a trance, he couldn't help leaning the person in his arms against the side of the bed, stood up and looked for something in the house.

He needs something sharp, something that can cut through flesh easily... or, sharp.

Master Sima's eyes fell on a small box with a wooden hairpin on it.The style of the root is very ordinary, and the carving is a bit rough. It should be bought at a hawker stall for hairpins.

Even though it was an ordinary hairpin, it couldn't be changed. In order to make it easier to get into the hair, the head was specially sharpened.

Master Sima picked up the hairpin and looked at it. The sharp wooden hairpin, under the moonlight, could vaguely see the unworn wooden thorns.He held the hairpin and walked towards the bed step by step, obviously he was extremely resistant to the next thing in his heart, but his body didn't obey.

Sima Shi hugged the person on the bed again, and the return of the comfortable heat made him calm down a bit.

He looked down at the white fingers holding the hairpin too hard, they were trembling, as if they were controlling him to stab the hairpin down.Bit by bit, inch by inch, they had unknowingly approached the lord, and the sharp wood pressed against her delicate skin.

Master Sima's breathing became heavy. He watched the wooden hairpin slip into the Lord's arm little by little, and the bright red blood gradually flowed out, dyeing everywhere it went.

The hairpin was pulled out bit by bit, Sima Shi looked at the blood stained on the wood.

The dazzling red was not as warm as he had imagined. Instead, he felt that the blood on his body was drained the moment the wooden hairpin was pulled out, as if his whole body had been peeled and poured with snow water.

The painful cry was stuck in his throat. Invisibly, Sima Shi felt that there were hands pinching his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

Then, that voice rang in his ears again.

"Are you satisfied with these?"

"Is this enough?"

"keep going?"

"Let that red fill this room."

"Let that red... be yours only."

The hand holding the wooden hairpin trembled and fell again.

The dazzling red splashed on his face, his hands were trembling, and he continued to send the hairpin into the body of the person in his arms, as if he wanted to keep it completely out.

The trembling widened the wound, and the blood red, as the voice said, gradually stained the ground red.

Slowly, there were more and more of them, dyeing her and him red.

Sima Shi sat on the ground in a daze, the person in his arms had already lost his breath, only the liquid in his body was flowing out as if fleeing.

There is no imagined warmth, nor imagined satisfaction.

Suddenly, Master Sima felt an unbearable pain as if he had been stabbed into a wooden hairpin in his head. When he opened his eyes after the pain passed, the room was still the same as he had just arrived, and the lord... Lie on the bed in a deep sleep.

Is a living, rising and breathing protagonist.

"Want it?"

That voice came again!

"Yes, no one will find out."

The voice kept repeating the previous words, every word seemed to be directing Master Sima.

Hairpin, blood, dazed...

It's like rewinding everything, and it's happening again.

Sima Shi numbly looked at the hairpin in his hand, he didn't need to listen to that annoying voice anymore, he could stab the hairpin down.

Time and time again, numbly feeling the initial temperature and the final coldness.

However, it's different...

The person on the bed moved, as if to wake up.

Sima Shi vaguely had a glimmer of expectation in his heart. He quietly watched her wake up slowly, raised his hand sleepily, rubbed her eyes, yawned a very inconspicuous yawn, and stretched again.

"Oh? Is it... Ma Shi?" She looked blank, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Ah, by the way, you said you would come to find me."

"Is it very important? I even picked it out and said it in private."

Sima Shi silently looked at the lord who kept asking him questions, he smiled lightly, squeezed the hairpin in his hand and said: "Compared to these, Master has one thing to confirm."

"what?"

Sima Shi hid the hairpin in his sleeve, approached the lord little by little, and knelt down in front of her.

"Is my lord afraid of pain?"

"Ugh?"

"what--!"

The ground was once again stained red.

It's just that this time is different, not the same as the previous few times.

The door of the room was knocked open, Master Sima looked back and saw the pale and weak Xun Yu who was wearing a single shirt, he leaned against the door all of a sudden as if his strength had been exhausted, with a look of disbelief on his face. Looking at Master Sima, his lips moved, and he could only make a slight "ah".

Then came other generals and civil servants.

When Zhao Yun entered the room, he saw the scene inside the room, his complexion turned pale instantly, and the man who stood upright knelt down as if he lost his strength.

"Master Sima, do you know what you did?"

Master Sima looked at Guo Jia who was asking him this question, he looked down at the man who had already lost his breath, and replied naturally: "It's just to confirm the master."

"But you killed the lord, on the most important day of the decisive battle."

"Impossible." Sima Shi affirmed.

He hadn't killed the lord so many times before, so this time must be the same.

"It won't be long before the lord will fall asleep again."

"Master Sima, are you crazy!?"

"I will wake up." Sima Shi once again affirmed.

"She won't wake up... Soon, even we will..." Xun Yu stood up struggling, walked over slowly, and wrapped the lord in the clothes he wore to keep out the cold.

"Mr. Xun let Yun come."

Master Sima watched Zhao Yun leave with his lord, his back looked lonely and sad, and he no longer had that joy.

As the voice fell, Master Sima felt his fists land on his face, and the pain instantly spread all over his body. land.

It hurts, it hurts so badly.

Before Master Sima could wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was picked up by his collar.

"Master Sima!" Lu Bu's frightening aura could not shake Master Sima, he still looked at the person in front of him who wanted to strangle him expressionlessly, and Lu Bu suddenly shouted behind him: "Guo Jia, aren't you going to say something?" !"

"What else can I say?" Guo Jia lowered his head, his expression was covered by the shadow of his hair, Master Sima couldn't see his sadness and joy, but he just felt that something was not quite right.

Guo Jia was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing, and said while laughing: "Haha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to end like this. It's so ridiculous that even now, Jia shed tears from laughing."

"If you're sad, it's better to cry." Sun Ce said, stretching out his hand to comfort Sun Shangxiang, who was crying so hard.

Guo Jia replied with a smile: "Why is Jia crying?" He asked Sun Ce back, and smiled, raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes.

After the sleeves fell, the smile in his eyes dissipated.

Guo Jia said to Lu Bu, "Drag it on, and let me handle it with you."

"Follow filial piety."

Guo Jia waved his hand to Xun Yu who called him, and said wearily, "Jia is tired, I want to go...to take a rest."