When betrayed for the second time, there will be despair.

the third time……

Jin Zhao discovered that he would rather be re-shackled, re-entered hell, re-turned into a weapon, if that were the general's weapon.

It didn't matter if he was killed by the general, he shouldn't have run away.

He realized that he had been too greedy and wanted too much.

The general just glanced at him, be gentle with him, be kind to him, he actually began to demand excessively, and began to want to occupy the general by himself.

He knew it was wrong.

...so, don't throw him away.

The author has something to say: next time, please watch the eight o'clock file: how the general feeds the wolf to make the little wife laugh (mistake)

Jin Zhao: Weak, helpless, and pitiful.jpg

Rong Wan: I think the author is just embarrassing me. Smile.jpg

Lu Sujun: The blood is running out. Hey, can anyone take care of it?

Chapter 18

The Zhujing Mansion was already heavily guarded, and in addition to the fact that there have been a series of incidents in Kyoto recently, Zhuyun transferred some people from his side to guard this side two days ago. Some of the guards came from Zhuyun's side, and they had never seen Jin Zhao before, only to see someone squatting there, so they turned pale and hurriedly took a flashlight to check.

The flashlight shone on the man's face, and the man didn't respond, looking terrifying.

There were suddenly a few more obstructing guards downstairs, and the cold wind mixed with rain came in from outside the window. Rong Wan suddenly woke up and went downstairs in a hurry: "Send those guards away."

A few guards were worried and were about to approach cautiously when a servant rushed out of the house and whispered a few words to them, saying that the general told them to get out of the way.

Although they didn't know why, they didn't dare to disobey the order, so they hurriedly took a detour as if they had never been here before.

It was quickly emptied there.

Rong Wan only felt short of breath, for fear that the protagonist would run away when he waited for him to go down. When walked to the entrance, almost forgot to take umbrella. Or the two servants hurried over to prop him up——

He grabbed him and pushed the door out. The servants didn't know what the general was doing when he went out so late, but they didn't dare to approach easily, so they went back to their houses wisely.

It was raining heavily, Rong Wan walked quickly with an umbrella, and found that the protagonist had some bloodstains on his body again. But fortunately, the protagonist doesn't seem to have any intention of running away this time.

The surrounding paint was dark and dull, and he curled up with his knees there, staring at himself in panic, with a feeling of disheartenedness on his body. It was like a desperate and injured cub, still bleeding, but ran back into the trap that clamped his legs. Even if he was killed here, he still craved a little warmth here.

Rong Wan felt a pain in his heart, but he was afraid of shocking him, so he walked slowly in front of him and covered half of the umbrella over his head.

"Go back with me." Rong Wan said.

Instead, the protagonist retreated to the base of the wall subconsciously, raised his head and looked at him, his eyelashes with drops of water trembled.

- That look.

Rong Wan only felt that his eyes were dead gray, and there was no vitality at all, as if he had accepted his fate. He has seen a despairing and gloomy protagonist, a struggling protagonist, and this is the first time he has seen a protagonist who accepts his fate.

So his mouth suddenly started to feel bitter, and he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull the protagonist up, anyway, go inside the house, so that the wounds on his body are not soaked in water and become inflamed. But before he could move, the man squatting on the ground stretched out a hand and carefully grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The fingers came together little by little, grabbed his clothes tightly, and blood dripped down the palm of his hand. It was trembling at first, but then it seemed to be firm and grasped more and more tightly.

The owner of the hand, with blushing eyes, stared at him and looked at his expression uneasily. After confirming that there was no imagined disgust on his face, he was able to breathe, his eyelashes blinked with difficulty, and water droplets hit the ground.

"General, I... I'm willing to accept punishment." The voice was hoarse and hoarse.

-He thought I was going to punish him?

Rong Wan froze for a moment, and he suddenly came over. Why did the protagonist run away, the protagonist thought he was going to kill him——? Rong Wan looked down and saw that the protagonist's posture in front of him turned out to be kneeling on one knee again. He had told the protagonist long ago that he didn't have to salute him like a slave, but the protagonist... The protagonist didn't dare to look at him again, lowered his head, and raised his other hand. In the darkness, Rong Wan noticed his two Bring your hands together in a twisted shape. He finally escaped from the shackles, but what he meant at this time was that he was willing to be put in the shackles again.

Next, the protagonist spoke almost every word, trying to be clear, but the trembling voice fell into his ears intermittently.

"But I'm still useful, I can do things that are inconvenient for you..."

Seemingly hopeless, ready to die, the protagonist speaks in a hoarse tone of pleading.

"I can do anything for you, so please..."

Jin Zhao spoke hastily, he decided that his voice was rough and unpleasant, and he just hoped to finish these words earlier so that the general would not hate his voice. But he also longed for these to be clearly communicated to the general's ears, because he was desperate, trying to grab the last straw.

He shouldn't have run away, he should have stayed there begging like this until the general relented and let him stay. He was just too afraid, not afraid of dying, but afraid of the general's eyes. After he escaped, he didn't see anyone chasing after him for a long time, and he felt very sad again. He always overestimated himself, just like when he was a child, he thought his parents went out to find food for himself.

He thought that even if the general wanted to drive him away, he should stick around like a mangy dog, so he went back. But Lu Sujun's general was gone, and his heart was completely cold.

He didn't even feel hopeless, because he took away all his extravagant hopes and stood in the most humble place, begging.