Seeing that the protagonist was so excited, Rong Wan quickly said without thinking, "No need!"

He hadn't figured out what it meant to be rebuilt. After all, it was mentioned in the novel, but the warden quickly answered his doubts: "General, are you sure you don't need it? Most slaves will erase their memories before they are taken out. , let them think that they are only slaves inferior to pigs and dogs, so that they can absolutely obey—”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jing raised his voice and interrupted coldly: "I said it, no need."

The warden didn't dare to keep silent.

"Also, break the chain on his ankle for me, you won't let me carry a slave out?" Rong Wan imitated Zhu Jing's cold tone.

The warden wanted to say that all the slaves here were rebuilt and then packed in sacks and thrown onto the generals' spaceships. But I thought that Zhu Jing didn't know this, and he had to break the slave's anklet. Maybe this was just the general's unique pleasure? So he did not dare to disobey, and soon called someone to cut off the number 1521 anklet.

The moment the anklet broke, Jin Zhao regained his freedom, but he actually forgot how to walk.

After being taken by Rong, he left this icy white prison. He could not walk. Most of his body was supported by the stern general beside him. The dirty blood on his body was stained with his black-green uniform— - When leaving this military prison, Jin Zhao's bottomless eyes filled with hatred like a wild beast, gradually becoming dark and indistinct.

He noticed that the general had been holding his slave.

Because of the violent struggle, his wrists bleed so much that they stained the man's fingers. But slaves are not worthy of bloodshed, and monsters are even less worthy. Once they bleed and dirty others, they will be beaten.

- But, that man is holding his hand.

The slightly warm touch of the fingertips came to the heart of the monster.

The monster lowered its dark and terrifying eye, and the mutilated eyelashes trembled slightly.

Chapter 4 Experiments are disfigured and pitiful

Rong Wan plans to bring Jin Zhao back to the mansion.

The maglev train was speeding on the road, with the emblem of General Zhujing printed on the front of the train. Not many people in the entire empire dared to offend, so the road was unimpeded.

The driver saw that the always arrogant General Zhujing would actually help a slave with his own hands, and he thought it was very strange! But this General Zhujing has always been a pervert. Who knows what is going on in his heart? So the driver and several of his subordinates did not dare to make false statements.

in the car.

Rong Wan took off his bloody uniform, leaned on the back of the pad, and silently looked at the protagonist.

Probably because the expression on his face was too inoffensive, too peaceful, the left side of the brain suddenly stinged, and the sharp voice beeped: "It doesn't fit the perverted character design!"

Rong Wan was in so much pain that he almost broke his brain with his bare hands, and he quickly switched to a look of contempt and coldness, staring gloomily at the protagonist—

The pain and sound in my head disappeared immediately.

Rong Wan: Fuck!

Having acted in so many dramas, it is the first time to play a young perverted general, which is really interesting.

But after such a toss, Rong Wan also figured out some loopholes in the rules. The rules determine whether he is away from Zhujing only based on his face, eyes, and attitude. As long as he keeps imitating Zhujing, there will be basically no major problems. It couldn't be easier for an actor like him.

As for his behavior, the rules don't seem to have many restrictions. After all, Zhu Jing was originally a volatile and very perverted person, no matter what he did, it was not unusual.

This way, just exploit the loopholes in the rules.

Rong Wan turned his attention back to the protagonist.

In the original text, the scene where the protagonist was taken out of prison by General Zhujing was only taken briefly, but what fell in front of Rong Wan was shockingly miserable. He seems to have suffered hundreds of capital punishments on his body. He still wears heavy shackles on his hands and mouth. The right eye is hollow, with only bone sockets and no eyeballs.

He knelt in silence by the door, looking like a cold, self-conscious weapon abandoned in a corner.

Rong Wan glanced at the soft cushion under his buttocks, and then glanced at the hard iron sheets under the protagonist's blood oozing knees. His face was cold and expressionless, but his heart was filled with a sense of guilt.

When he was acting, he couldn't stand it even after kneeling for ten minutes, so he asked his assistant to tie a thick bandage to his knee. But what about the protagonist?

The blood and flesh on his body is completely real, and even the smell of blood penetrated into the tip of Rong Wan's nose, Rong Wan could not imagine that when the torture of more than 800,000 words he had seen had all become reality...

And this icy glance fell in the eyes of the protagonist, and it turned into this uncertain general who saw him dissatisfied, and maybe stepped on his face in the next second——

There was still a bit of the general's residual warmth on his broken fingertips, a temperature that a monster like him had never expected. But he would not be foolish enough to think that the general brought him back to treat him well.

A monster like him has never been given or deserved to be treated kindly. Those are unrealistic delusions. He had already figured this out.

Maybe just for a different kind of torture?

So, when the general suddenly stood up and approached him, Jin Zhao lowered his head, but his whole body was tense and vigilant like a skinned beast.

He wanted to struggle, but the mental power that he desperately condensed leaked out from his broken chest and hands and feet. People without a mental power source were like trapped beasts in a cage that could only be manipulated by others. A sense of despair rushed to his chest, he clenched his fists tightly, and his one eye was faintly red—

The expected torture did not come.

The admiral paced up in front of him, looking down at his terrifying face, suddenly coldly pulled out his seat cushion and threw it on top of him.

Jin Zhao was stunned.

The cushion was woven from animal fur, soft, and fell on his knees, as gentle as if it were kissing his knees where the bones were exposed—