But as soon as the servant walked to the door, the protagonist quickly became vigilant. The hatred and resentment he finally put down in his eyes surged wildly again, and he even tried to squeeze his fists!

He was tense there, like a wounded beast ready to go. Once someone approached, he would not hesitate to bite the person's throat, even if they died together——

The two servants who carried the tub were different from the leader who helped the protagonist come in. They were only servants at the bottom, doing rough work. They had never seen such a terrifying scene, so they all shrank their feet in fear. didn't dare to go forward.

"Forget it, go out." Rong Wan frowned.

The two servants hurriedly turned around and ran away.

When there were only two people left in the room again, the hatred and fear that filled the protagonist was a little better. He still stared at Rong Wan vigilantly, while trying to prop himself up, trying to move towards the bathtub, but both his posture and the way he struggled were ridiculous.

Finally, he got himself beside the tub, and the bloody sweat was oozing out from his forehead——

He had nails in his legs and couldn't lift it, he couldn't get in.

Rong Wan watched his struggle silently, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked over quickly, ignoring his resistance and anger, ripped off his clothes three times and twice, picked him up, and put him in the bathtub. . The whole process of doing all this, his face was frosty, as if condemning this slave for making himself so laborious.

Jin Zhao was immersed in the hot water below his neck, and the struggle and rejection eased slightly.

"Then, you can wash it yourself. After washing, there is a bell by the bed, ring it." Rong Wan said, his voice did not fluctuate.

Jin Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at Rong Wan, then sat there stiffly.

Rong Wan had never seen a man naked in his eighth life. Although the system sent him in to let him fall in love, he just felt like a fool and didn't know how to talk about this relationship, so he felt a little embarrassed. He stopped talking, turned his head and walked outside.

Walking quickly to the door, he opened the door with a cold expression, and was about to go out, but for some reason, he looked back at the protagonist unexpectedly——

However, he found that the protagonist's bone-exposed hand was clasping the edge of the wooden barrel and did not move, and the only remaining eyeball was staring at him without turning, and the hatred and hatred seemed to be less intense, replaced by some dazedness. don't know if it was because of the dense fog, but Rong Wan could see a trace of eagerness from it.

Rong Wan stopped suddenly, he didn't know why he suddenly felt that he had to stay with the protagonist.

It's like when a vulnerable child is rescued, he will recognize the first person he sees as the master.

Although the body is very resistant, he also pushes the person away with his mouth, and does not let people care about his affairs, and let people not pay attention to the sad and pitiful, monster-like him. But in the end, was afraid of being thrown into an empty room, forgotten, discarded, or sent back to the original abyss-like darkness—

Although the protagonist didn't say it, Rong Wan felt that he wanted to stay.

So Rong paused for a while, took back his hand on the doorknob, slowly paced to the rattan chair by the window and sat in, took out a magazine at random, turned his back to the protagonist, and said indifferently, "That's it. Wash it, I'm not interested in seeing you."

After a long silence, the sound of water finally came.

Rong Wan felt that the vigilance and rejection against him in the air was finally softened a little, and the protagonist finally stopped staring at him with his incomparably dark eyes, but lowered his head to wash—

Rong Wan stared at the text in his hand that he couldn't understand at all, and finally hooked the corner of his mouth.

And as the protagonist cleaned himself, the faint bloody smell washed away from him, turning into a bath scent mixed with medicinal fragrance. He finally looked a little more alive.

After the protagonist was almost washed, Rong went out for a trip, and when he came back, he held a silver mask in his hand.

The author has something to say: Rong Wan: "The little brat is so clingy and can't do anything about it (╯▽╰)╭"

Jin Zhao: continue to stare at

In the next chapter, the sweetheart of General Zhujing is haunted, and the Shura field is scheduled haha

Fried Chicken Thanks to everyone who commented, it gave me a little courage (one kiss one by one!)

Chapter 6 Experiments are disfigured and pitiful

After entering the room, he was stunned again.

The cleaned protagonist deserves to be the protagonist. After the tangled blood stains and mottles are washed away, the protagonist's original face is revealed.

It was a very handsome face.

Even though his right eye was empty and his bones were exposed, there were other scars on his face that had not healed, his skin was pale, and he looked sick and unhealthy, but he still couldn't hide the good looks in his eyebrows.

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After staying for several years, it can be said that have seen all kinds of appearances, but still can't help but admire the appearance of the protagonist. It's a pity that in this empire, power and class are everything, and the protagonist is born with a doom-like energy source, and it is difficult not to be treated as a monster. He couldn't help but look at the protagonist a few more times—

Of course, the eyes should be kept icy cold.

The protagonist was stared at him like this, and naturally became vigilant again. He subconsciously picked up his original tattered prison uniform, and planned to put it on and climb out of the wooden barrel.

The water in the barrel was originally clear, but now it has a bloody smell. Some of the blood scabs on the protagonist's body were even rubbed red by his own disgust, and some wounds were slightly swollen due to soaking in water, and blood oozing again. But anyway, he looks much better.

Naturally, Rong Wan couldn't let him wear his messy clothes back, it would definitely get inflamed, so he took a step ahead and grabbed the smelly clothes. I wanted to throw it into the trash, but after a pause, I didn't make such an action that means hatred and disgust in front of the protagonist——

He called two servants over and let them take them away and brought clean clothes.

Rong Wanqian withdrew, regardless of the protagonist's shock and struggle, how he carried him into the tub, he picked him up horizontally, then put him on the bed, put his clothes on him three times and two times, and put a One buttoned up.