Hearing this, Kou Qiu paused and immediately pulled his arm out of the motherland flower's hand. Seer's eyes flashed, as if he felt something, and said softly: "What's wrong?"

Kou Qiu said: "It's okay, we can maintain normal revolutionary friendship."

Seer bit his lip and quietly glanced at him with his eyes, as if he was extremely aggrieved.

At this moment, the door opened wide and the general walked in. His cloak was pulled casually, stacked neatly on the bend of his arms, hanging on the wall hanging beside him. His dark eyes glanced at the two of them under the brim of the hat, and then pursed his thin lips.

“Where to go?”

He asked indifferently.

After the onset of the disease a few days ago, he seemed to have recovered very quickly, but he appeared in front of everyone the next day, still in the calm and solemn and calm manner. Kou Qiu even felt that he was like a statue carved from marble during the day, rather than a real ordinary person with flesh and blood.

Only at night can he show a bit of the warmth that ordinary people should have.

Seer was a little afraid of him, so he subconsciously moved behind Kou Qiu. The man didn't care, and his eyes were still staring at Kou Qiu, obviously asking him.

"Go to have a meal." Cadre Kou replied.

The man's spine stiffened, then nodded coldly, turned his back and waited for his lunch to come upstairs. Kou Qiu looked at his lonely, flat back, and hesitated for a moment, and asked by a stranger: "General, do you want to go down and eat with us?"

——Marx testified that when he said this, he absolutely did not think about the possibility of the other party agreeing.

But to his surprise, the man hesitated for a moment, then his pale fingers re-tightened the brim, straightened the badge, stood up, took a big step out of the door.

Kou Qiu: "...General?"

"Let's go," the man paused, looking at him, "Didn't you say to have a meal?"

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People in District 7 felt that they were probably blind this day. The man who used to be beaten for a few portions of food was as quiet as a little cat today. He sat behind the plate and didn't even dare to show off his breath. He only dared to glance quickly with his light, and then quickly turned his gaze back.

"It's really that one?"

"Yes - hell, what did he do here today!"

This is really new. The old man who has been in District 7 for seven to eight years has widened his eyes, as if he is looking at the sun coming out from the west.

"Who is around him? Is it our prison flower?"

"I know, it's the one who dared to rush up at that time-"

"Shh!"

Everyone in District 7 knows that the recent newcomers have appeared in the prison flower.

The jail flower has black hair and black eyes like the general, with a small and white face. Someone quietly gestured with his hands, but it was really only the size of a palm. The exposed hands and feet were as white as transparent, especially the dark eyes, which seemed to have hooks. When they looked over, they could see that the whole body was soft like water, and only one piece of land was hard to get out of water.

Wherever Kou Qiu went, these drooling eyes followed. Even though he was sitting next to the God of Killing, the eyes of those people could not help but glance at the place he exposed.

All those who entered this exile were death row prisoners.

This also means that most of them are destiny who do not take human lives seriously. Anyway, they will die sooner or later. How can they feel at ease if they don’t lick this fat mutton before they die?

Kou Qiu has become accustomed to this kind of gaze these days, but it was the first time the man sitting next to him felt it. His eyebrows and eyes gradually condensed, and he suddenly put down the spoon in his hand. The spoon fell into the dining plate and made a crisp "clang".

All the prisoners couldn't help but shivered and looked at this side.

Kou Qiu looked up at him slightly, his expression full of confusion.

"General?"

The man's eyes slowly looked around.

"Everyone," he said concisely, "keep your eyes."

"If you can't manage it well, don't ask for it."

The two light words were not even unnecessary intimidation. But the people present felt the pressure of bloody smell. The hell-like scene suddenly surged into their minds a few days ago, making them all pale.

If we continue, no one dares to look at Kou Qiu without any chance.

Kou Qiu was able to eat quietly and feel calm all over.

The food was still as unpalatable as ever. Although the ingredients were fresh, it was always made into slurry when the chefs in District 7. Seer lowered his head and ate it so hard that he was wilted. Although the man was straightening his back, his face was obviously not very good. His pale hands paused in the air and took out all the carrot slices that had been boiled in the soup.

Kou Qiu was stunned: "The general doesn't eat carrots?"

The man pursed his lips and nodded lightly.

[What a coincidence,] Kou Qiu said to the system in his heart, [Xiao Ji didn't eat carrots before...]

The system closed its mouth tightly, not wanting to say anything to this host who still has the instinct of the twenty-four filial good brothers.

Once this thought arose, Kou Qiu couldn't help but put the two people in a comparison. What's strange is that when he had never thought about it this way, the two people were clearly different at all - one was a general covered in blood, and the other was a child who always held his soft hands and acted coquettishly. What could be the same?

But when he really started comparing, he unexpectedly discovered more details.

Children are cat tongues, and so are men.

Children will obviously droop the corners of their mouths when they eat food they don’t like, and so will men.

Even the eyes and face shapes of these two people are actually very similar. However, Gu Chen's aura is too strong, even suppressing his own appearance, so it is difficult to be noticed.

Kou Qiu reported these points to the system one by one, but only got his cub mercilessly sneered: [I think you miss him too much, right?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

Say, so is it said.

He ate a few bites of food silently, and suddenly felt a look that fell on him. When he turned his head, he only met the back of his head full of blonde hair. The blonde young man changed his legs again, and his exposed arms were purple and almost invisible. The vulgarity of life beneath him pinched his mouth and forced a spoonful of hot soup in, looking at it and making fun of it.

Cadre Kou looked for a while and looked away.

In the two weeks after that, the seventh District was rare in peace. However, such calmness was destined not to last for a long time. After a few days, the seventh District once again ushered in the middle of the month.

This time with Kou Qiu, everyone else let go of his heart and no longer prepares the lamb to be slaughtered that night. The prisoners lost the sword that might fall from the top of their heads at this moment, and they were extremely happy. Kou Qiu heard at least a dozen passionate dramas performed for celebration from the first floor to the top of the building, so that the system had to be filled with the sound of "rich, democratic, civilized and harmonious" reading. Finally, he announced to the host that it is not only snow-blind, but also tinnitus.

"But, why did he get sick?" Kou Qiu asked Xia Zuo.

Something else was melted into Xia Zuo's green eyes, and he smiled sarcastically: "Nothing mentioned in the books outside, right?"

In all the books, Gu Chen's story ended with "Treason and Exile". And in Xia Zuo, Kou Qiu heard the full version of the story a few years ago for the first time.

The two countries started war and the front line was extended. In addition to the border, another army took a detour and directly fought to the imperial city.

The enemy army rushed to the city gate and asked the people inside to hand over the families of the generals, otherwise they would go to the city to massacre.

"In fact," Xia Zuo gritted his teeth and smiled softly, "that's a bunch of flowers..."

There was no main force and no firepower, but it was just bluffing that scared the civilians in the city and the pampered royal family. At that time, Gu Chen led the army to win this battle and would soon arrive at the imperial city. As long as the two sides faced each other, the remaining enemy troops would naturally be defeated.

"But it happened that it was just a quarter of an hour-"

Xia Zuo's eyes were deep.

"They didn't wait."

The innocent people were pushed out of the city gate and fell into the hands of the group of people with deep hatred towards them, and were almost immediately torn to pieces.

Among them, Gu Chen, who has won many battles and repeated battles, is the one they hate the most.

"When I come back, it's too late," said Shazuo, "it's just a quarter of an hour late...even if they hold on, even if they try to resist?"

"Since then, the general has become ill."

"He trapped himself in that day."

Uncovering the illusion of whitewashing peace, the truth exposed is often shocking. After hearing this, Kou Qiu didn't know what to say for a long time.

All the comfort was too light to even touch their deep scars.

The food that day tasted a bit strange. Kou Qiu couldn't help but vomited after taking a few bites. When he returned to the roof, the man was still sitting by the bed waiting for him. All the doors and windows were closed tightly, leaving him alone, and the trapped beast who was locked in a cage.

The man's eyes were covered with a thin layer of blood.

It's dark.

Blue veins burst out on his hands.

Kou Qiu looked at his appearance and hurriedly opened his mouth to say something-but at this moment, he realized a fact that made him feel chilled all over.

——He couldn't speak anymore.

He covered his throat and tried to make a sound, but he could only make a whimpering sound.

He can't speak anymore!
Chapter completed!