Quick Wear: The villain is a heartthrob, and the boss can't stand it

There was a long scar across the white and smooth back. Xie Shengzhi leaned over and kissed it continuously, and the subtle pain in his heart almost drowned him.

He knew about the scar since he was young, but he didn't see it with his own eyes until his wedding night.

With such a deep scar, Yaoyao must have been in great pain at that time.

When Sui Yu was young, she loved to play. She took advantage of the fact that Shen Yining and Sui Heng were not paying attention, quarreled with Pei Jingxun, and secretly ran out of the temple in the mountains by herself.

Missing for two days and one night.

It was not until Sui Yu was found lying on a cushion in the temple's Buddhist hall, covered in blood and with a pale face.

His injuries were so severe that they were almost impossible to heal. The palace doctors all shook their heads and said that they were helpless and that there was no medicine to cure him. He was then saved by a wandering Taoist priest who used incense ash.

He also asserted that "this girl will not live past the age of 19."

That was why when he took the Taoist's fortune-telling to see Aunt Shen, the marriage between the Sui and Xie families took place so quickly.

Fortunately, his Yaoyao is really living well because of this.

After being rescued, Yaoyao fell seriously ill and it took two years for her to recover. Pei Jingxie, the useless soldier, was also injured on the battlefield because he was worried about Yaoyao. He was also sent back to the capital to recuperate for more than a year.

Somehow, it seemed as if both of them had gradually forgotten about this matter.

Xie Shengzhi's eyes darkened.

Even at a young age, he was already a mature thinker, always thinking ahead. He sensed that there might be something hidden behind this. He had also experienced a series of incidents where he was nearly thrown off a frightened horse while out and about, and was nearly hit by a clay pot that fell from a tree branch while walking home...

He wrote down all the details and put them in a box in a place only he knew. The next day he found that the writing on the paper had disappeared.

After trying many methods and failing, Xie Shengzhi finally used a knife to carve words on his wrist, stroke by stroke, that only he could understand.

Sure enough, it did not disappear.

His memory was just as he expected, sometimes fading and sometimes disappearing, but it was always brought back by the wounds carved into his wrists day after day.

This went on for six whole years until he reached the age of twenty, when this situation came to an abrupt end.

Those wounds that were carved day after day, wounds that should have left scars, didn't leave any trace at all.

Looking at the still shocking scar in front of him, Xie Shengzhi's heart was in turmoil. He kissed the scar lightly, and when he felt the woman under him trembling and humming softly as he wished, the violence that was about to burst out slowly subsided.

It doesn’t matter, he will never lose his Yaoyao, and will not allow anyone to hurt her.

even if...

That thing is so mysterious, and he will definitely find a way to kill it and get rid of it.

No matter the cost.

As the sky gradually brightened, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Ze's voice sounded muffled outside the door, "Second Master, it's time to go to court."

"Um..." Sui Yu tightly grasped the big hand that was handed to her with both hands, biting her teeth to prevent herself from making any sound.

The knocks on the door became more and more urgent, and finally there was a response after three quarters of an hour.

A satisfied, smiling hoarse voice.

"Call water."

Cheng Ze, who was waiting outside, worked non-stop with Iris, fearing that they would delay Xie Sheng's court session.

What is this called?

Grandpa is not anxious, but his grandson is.

Cheng Ze complained silently in his heart, but didn't dare to come up with another metaphor, so he had to hold his nose and ask for a reward. When Yan Mentian came out with a new style of clothes, he would definitely buy ten of them!

Change it three times a day and see if you still feel angry.

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Wisps of mist and morning glow gently blew on the passing wind, and the golden scale-like sunlight gradually became longer, illuminating the awakening streets of Shengjing with incomparable brightness.

There were many carriages on the road, all heading towards the imperial palace.

Due to health reasons, Emperor Yuanzong of Ying Dynasty changed the court time of the previous dynasty and started it at the end of the Mao hour.

Subsequent emperors also continued this considerate change.

Except for officials who lived in more remote areas, most of those who lived not far from the palace went out at the beginning of the morning hour and slowly headed towards the Golden Throne Hall.

Xingjiu ran up from behind, jumped onto the wheel rut and sat down. He handed the Hu Ji sesame cake that he had just bought at Dongshikou to Cui Ci'an who was sitting inside. It was still hot and steaming.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat sesame cakes again? We left home quite late today."

I don’t know what happened, but the adult who usually never gets up late was unusually late, with red eyes, looking like he had been crying.

It was clearly too late, and he had to go all the way to Dongshikou to buy it himself. After much persuasion, Xingjiu finally persuaded him to do it for him.

Otherwise, Cui Ci'an's injuries have not yet healed fully. If he goes through this again, he might get new ones.

The carriage shook slightly as it moved forward, probably because it had not been repaired for a long time. Cui Ci sat inside, biting the sesame seed bun in his hand in silence.

He dreamed again of something that happened long, long ago.

His Yaoyao was so kind. She gently tore the bread for him and fed him bite by bite. She also left her cloak for him, which helped him survive that cold winter.

No matter how hungry or painful I was, as long as I thought about the taste of that piece of bread in the desperate situation, it seemed that I could get through it.

When he dreamed again of Sui Yu, who was covered in blood and had blocked the attacking sword for him, Cui Ci'an could not control his emotions at all, and tears kept flowing down his face.

The tears she shed could not stop the blood from flowing out. It was so red, so much, and filled with a fishy and sweet smell, pouring into her chest in clusters, burning the blood in her heart with pain that was about to melt.

No matter how many times it happens, he can still clearly remember the scene where he was covered in blood but suddenly disappeared in the next moment.

Those who came to chase him didn't seem to remember that a little girl helped him block the knife, nor were they surprised at her disappearance. The blade paused above his head for a moment, and then continued to chop down.

He didn't dodge, but the knife couldn't fall.

Then he looked at those people as if in a nightmare, and continued to repeat the action of chopping with a knife.

Not once did it succeed in landing on him.

Cui Ci'an's eyes were gloomy and watery, and he rushed towards the blade with a sullen face. However, the blade, like a curved stream of water, made an incredible arc on his head and did not hurt him at all.

It's like an absurd dream, everything is false, and everything seems to be controlled by something.

He cut his wrists again and again and stabbed his neck with a sharpened wooden stick again and again, but he couldn't die.

Not even a scar was left.

Even he himself didn't know how he was brought to such a luxurious courtyard and taught how to kill and how to be loyal.

He watched as those orphans or homeless children were turned into zombies by day-after-day teachings, knowing only to obey the orders of the "organization." He, like a madman who knew everything but could do nothing, pretended to be tamed.

Until the end, only he and Xingjiu were left, and only one of them could survive.

Cui Ci'an listened to Sui Yu's words. She named herself "Can", so he called himself "Can". Later, someone called him "Ci'an".

Xingjiu didn't kill him because he was too hungry and didn't kill anyone during their previous fight. This idiot then decided that he was the one with the most principles among these people.

Unlike him, Xingjiu was brought back at the age of fifteen and already knew everything, but in order to survive, he had to disguise himself like this and pretend to be a cold-blooded executioner.

So, in the final fight, the two of them joined forces and killed the person who was sitting on the platform watching the show.

group of people.

That was the most they killed after they truly learned how to kill.

The skulls that were cracked by the knives became fragile, and the necks were all soft flesh that could be cut off with one knife. Those who fell to the ground under their knives seemed to no longer be people full of ridicule and fear, but turned into pieces of feathers that could be blown away by the wind.

The hand holding the knife had difficulty even lifting it. Cui Ci'an helped Xingjiu block those fatal wounds time and time again. In the eyes of those people, they were evil spirits who could not be killed or eliminated, and finally died under the evil spirit's knife.

Sure enough, he was not dead.

When he brought Xingjiu out, he was actually worshipped as a god by the remaining "organization" and became the master of that organization.

The next time he saw Sui Yu was when he was twenty years old.

With no place to vent his anger, Cui Ci'an took Xingjiu to the mountains to hunt, but on the way back he saw Sui Yu who was out for an outing.

The flowing water could not hide the white and delicate feet, which were held in the palm of a tall man's hand, unable to break free.

Even when she raised her foot to kick someone, it was so moist and soft covered with water droplets that it not only didn't hurt, but she even wanted the person to kick her harder.