I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

He grabbed the boy's hair and tore at it. The boy looked pained and stared intently at Shen Qingqing.

He couldn't go back like this. With a forced smile and enduring the pain, he crawled towards Shen Qingqing's direction.

Unfortunately, I was too weak to move it and was instead pulled back.

[Host, he seems to really want you to save him.]

How can I save my thin arms and legs?

A large cursor arrow: "Are these all dead?"

【Oh. 】

Little Lazybones climbed onto Shen Qingqing's shoulder and stepped on her twice.

I think you just don't want to save them.

Don't spout nonsense. I never said I wouldn't help.

Then what are you doing standing here for so long without moving?

Shen Qingqing: Can I say I'm catching my breath?

Li Wei's limbs were bound by iron chains, and her battered body had no strength left.

He had to exert a lot of effort to keep his eyes open. His thoughts gradually became blurred, his eyes became dull and lifeless, and he stopped struggling.

Maybe this is how my life will always be...

Go back? Going back would be worse than death...

He mustered all his strength, preparing to bite off his tongue and commit suicide.

at this time......

"Wait." The childish voice sounded like it belonged to a five or six-year-old.

The guards who were surrounding them stepped forward and surrounded the burly men.

"I want this person."

After saying that, he went inside without showing any emotion.

“Bring him into my home.”

"Yes, ma'am."

A short while later, the wounded child appeared in front of Shen Qingqing.

Even if you call him a child, that's only in Shen Qingqing's eyes.

Li Wei, 12 years old, spent most of his time in the slave market, where even a single meal was a luxury. After being captured, he was forced to fight with beasts for people to watch and entertain.

Regardless of Shen Qingqing's motives for saving him, she is his savior.

"Miss...

Li Wei lay on the ground, her head lowered, not daring to look up.

"Thank you, miss, thank you, miss..."

Shen Qingqing grabbed Xiao Lan's cat ears and tugged at them, saying, "Lift your head."

She didn't care how grateful she was; it was all an act. "What use are you?"

With her chin resting on her hand and her eyes slightly narrowed, her true thoughts were unreadable. The aura she exuded was in no way inferior to that of an adult, although Li Wei did not know her real age.

“Miss, I have been skilled in martial arts since childhood and am capable of fighting and killing.”

His voice was tense, and beads of sweat mixed with blood dripped onto his body, "I can do anything."

"Oh?"

I stared into his eyes, then glanced at the bloodstains on the ground.

Shen Qingqing looked Li Wei up and down, seemingly not quite believing that with his small arms and legs, even she might not be able to beat him.

Xiao Lan: ...... Noticing Shen Qingqing's gaze, he then noticed the blood on the ground and hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve. "Servant, clean this up!"

"Okay, you go down."

The little lazy cat in her arms licked Shen Qingqing's palm. "Host, she's actually quite cold-blooded..."

It's best not to provoke them.

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"You don't still think you're some high and mighty third prince, do you?"

Chains bound Mo Jing, who glared at the group with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Who sent you?"

The group was dressed in black stealth suits, their mouths covered, so their faces were not visible.

"Your Highness, you must know that your head is currently ranked number one on the bounty list, worth a full five hundred taels of gold. With that money, we brothers will never have to worry about food or clothing again."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The group didn't take Mo Jing seriously; what could a weak child like him possibly achieve?

In the palace, he never interacted with anyone. Those who could come and go from the palace must have been of high status.

The person who wants to harm him must be one of his brothers or the imperial concubine...

Ironically, the emperor didn't take him seriously at all, yet these people still wanted him dead.

"what is this?"

Snap—

The swords cut the rope.

"That's my stuff, don't touch it."

A ring—they'd never seen anything like it before. "This looks like a treasure."

"Give me back Dong!"

At this moment, Mo Jing's expression changed. He stared intently at the things in the hands of the group. They were his, his only possessions.

"give me back."

The leader gave a wink, and the second and third brothers immediately covered his mouth.

hiss-

"You little brat, how dare you bite me!"

He was punched and kicked repeatedly, then bit the man's hand, the taste of blood spreading into his mouth.

The person who was bitten grabbed Mo Jing's hair and tore at it fiercely, saying, "Don't think that just because you're the Third Prince we won't dare to touch you."

"Pooh!"

Mo Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, and the person who was speaking was spit on in the face with blood mixed with saliva, which immediately made him angry.

"Third brother, tighten it."

He punched Mo Jing several times, yelling, "You dare bite me?"

"How dare you bite me!"

Clang clang clang—

Mo Jing was in a daze, and blood flowed from his brain, obscuring his vision.

"Give me back my things."

"Give it back to you?"

"Keep dreaming..."

A stutterer next to him punched him.

Buzz —

He felt a ringing in his ears and couldn't hear what the other person was saying...

"It has to be a prince; these commoners don't have these things."

"Boss, I know a craftsman who can definitely figure out what this is. Why don't you let me handle it?"

The fat, middle-aged man rubbed his hands together, his face full of obsequious smiles and a smug expression.

"Then it's up to you, Fifth Brother."

He trusted his own brothers.

"Okay, it's your turn next."

The group turned around. "Don't worry, we won't kill you." The man called the leader waved forward, and three burly men carrying large buckets entered from behind.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, if you die in a fire, we will report it to the Emperor."

"Let's do it."

The leader tossed out a ring, which was caught by the third brother next to him with a wicked grin.

Half an incense stick later, black smoke billowed from the entire Jiaofang Palace, and a raging fire broke out. Mo Jing's chains were unlocked, and his legs were broken.

"My things...give them to me..."

My vision blurred, and then a pair of black shoes appeared...

Yaozhou.

My right eye has been twitching lately, what's wrong?

Xiao Lan won't tell Shen Qingqing about Mo Jing's experiences; the male protagonist had to endure the harsh realities of society during his childhood.

Before that, the host only needs to leave a good impression on the male protagonist.

[It's nothing, everything's been fine lately. Host, you're just feeling dizzy and overthinking.]

There was still an hour to go before reaching Shen Qingqing's residence. Shen Qingqing didn't know why she felt so flustered; perhaps it was because she was dizzy?

"Xiao Cui, send someone to buy some food."

When visiting your own father, you should always buy him something as a token of appreciation.

-

"Master, Miss is back."

As soon as Shen Qingqing entered, a young man in a white robe, with his hair tied up, appeared. He was handsome and looked exactly like his grandfather.