The gentle scum and the dramatic actor (Zhu He) *How many people will suffer from cruel words (Si Zhe)
Crazy batch × Crazy batch, Qiangqiang, 1v1
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Si Zhe stopped and looked at the stone slab behind him.
He stared for a while and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Have you seen enough?"
A young man walked out from behind the stone slab. The man was tightly wrapped in a black trench coat, and his silver-rimmed glasses were placed on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a gentle scum.
"Hey, friend, don't be angry." He stretched out his hand politely and said, "Zhu He, I'm just passing by."
Si Zhe looked at the person from head to toe and looked at the outstretched hand: the cuffs were neatly folded, revealing a lean forearm, with slender and white fingers and well-defined joints.
Si Zhe raised his eyes as if nothing had happened, and let out a contemptuous and short laugh with a heavy nasal voice.
"Not friends." He ignored Zhu He's outstretched hand and still stood with his hands in his pockets, "Si Zhe."
Si Zhe, who was once a king, never thought that his most trusted consul would betray him.
And the madman who had locked him up in an isolated villa for three hundred years was pretending to be a stranger in front of him.
Ps:
1. Unconventional infinite flow, the copy is not an independent space
2. The whole text is fictional
3. Self-entertainment products
