QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots
Chapter 153 - 6.4

Chapter 153: 6.4

At this time, Yan Wuluan seemed to be a little shorter than Jiang Jiamian. He looked like a young man, and he should have been at a high-spirited age.

But being in a foreign country as a hostage made his eyes look gray and dull.

Even the way he walks seems to be accustomed to hunched shoulders and slumped back, he is cautious and doesn’t even dare to straighten his body.

It was obvious that his appearance was extremely handsome, but because of his unsatisfactory life, he had become sallow and thin.

But at this moment, his once lightless eyes were staring closely at the back of the man in red, as if they had not only secretly crawled onto the light, but also something else that was indistinguishable.

Pushing open the door of the firewood shed, the wind brought in by the door frame stirred up a layer of dust. Jiang Jiamian couldn’t help but choked and coughed. He looked into the room and saw that most of the house was filled with dry firewood alone. There weren’t many places to stand in the house.

There is a piece of soft firewood in the corner that has obvious signs of being flattened. It can be seen that someone has been lying on it for a long time.

"Have you always lived here?"

Jiang Jiamian couldn’t help but frown.

There was even a brief thought in his mind that he didn’t want to stop the powerful and miserable bigshot from taking the throne.

That’s it.

Anyone left here alone will become a madman.

Even if it were Jiang Jiamian, he would go into the dark mode, seize the throne, and kill all the monsters!

"Host, host!"

The system, which could hear his strong voice, was afraid that he would really delay the mission, so it quickly came out to persuade him, "Host! Host, you are no longer in the counterattack team. You are now in the rescue team. Host, don’t transfer your previous work habits to the present, it’s inappropriate!"

The system’s first feeling was that Jiang Jiamian had been in the counterattack team for too long, so he was very disappointed when he saw the powerful and miserable bigshot of this world and there was a sense of immersion.

Only then would he wish for the mission target to turn evil and seize the throne, kill everyone, and counterattack to become the king.

Jiang Jiamian sneered, "My mission is to save the powerful and miserable bigshot, but not to stop him. Why do I have to choose to prevent him from embarking on the path of the original plot? This is not the only way. Why can’t I help him fight the protagonist together? After all, as long as the ending of the powerful and miserable bigshot is not tragic, my mission will be successful."

As for the previous thought of sending warmth to his mission target and influencing him?

Screw it!

The life of a dignified prince of a country has turned out to be such a mess.

Just give him the power to be evil!

Anyway, in the plot of this world, the protagonist is able to take revenge in the end because of his support and he is indispensable for it. In this case, as long as he is a little bit salty, the protagonist will no longer be able to fight back against the powerful and miserable bigshot.

His mission will still be accomplished.

System: "..."

Yes, the host is irritable again.

It is estimated that it is really a bit of a sequelae of being in the counterattack team.

He can’t help but see himself in this poor kid at the beginning.

Jiang Jiamian glanced around the room and couldn’t help but raise his hand to rub his forehead, "Where are your clothes?"

It was clear what was in this room.

There is no place to put clothes.

"I, I..." Yan Wuluan’s face was stiff and his eyes were a little numb, "I only have this one piece of clothing left."

He originally had two clothes that could be swapped before.

But not long ago, one of them was badly torn while he was working.

He didn’t even have a needle or thread.

Before he could think of a way to mend it, the next day someone grabbed it and tore it to pieces maliciously, making it impossible to wear again.

"What?"

Jiang Jiamian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the smelly and dilapidated gray clothes Yan Wuluan was wearing. He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he pulled him into the room and closed the door of the woodshed.

Since the original plot started a few years later after the destruction of the Dongli Kingdom, and it was described from the perspective of the current protagonist, the main villain was only briefly mentioned. The tyrant Yan Wuluan destroyed the country and seized the throne when he was young. He was held hostage in the Dongli Kingdom, so he held a grudge. Later, he planned to escape and then went on a killing spree to seize the throne.

But Jiang Jiamian didn’t expect that the truth behind that short page was far more tragic than what the plot showed.

After all, between the lines of the original plot, things are not told from the villain’s perspective.

In the original plot, from the perspective of the protagonist, Yan Wuluan, as the villain, naturally became the negative character who was narrow-minded and perverted, fond of killing and violent.

However, after actual contact, Jiang Jiamian felt that Yan Wuluan’s darkening was not unreasonable.

There are no conditions for humans to live here.

What’s more, he was supposed to be a prince of a country, so the gap was even greater.

God gave him the birthplace of a prince, but also gave him a life that was worse than a dog. How could he not become evil?

After the door was closed, Jiang Jiamian let go of Yan Wuluan’s hand.

At this moment, Yan Wuluan felt that not only his hands were empty, but his heart was also suddenly empty.

Finally, it doesn’t belong to him anymore, that warmth.

But when he recovered from his temporary loss, he looked up and saw that the man in front of him raising his hands to untie his red official robe with white waves embroidered on the corners.

Yan Wuluan opened his eyes silently, vaguely guessing the intention in his heart, but felt that it was wishful thinking.

Really, is it what he thinks?

That man’s clothes...

Jiang Jiamian had already taken off the red robe that was connected from top to bottom, revealing a layer of snow-white middle coat on his body. However, he did not take all of his clothes at this moment like Yan Wuluan imagined.

The clothes that had been taken off were also not handed to him.

Jiang Jiamian gently raised his chin at him, "Turn around."

A trace of disappointment quickly flashed in Yan Wuluan’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything and turned around silently.

It seems that he has long been accustomed to the word obedient. He will only obey and not resist anyone.

The rustling sound continued behind him.

Yan Wuluan didn’t dare to look back.

Time suddenly slowed down, especially for a long time.

Not only time, Yan Wuluan also felt that his ears had never been so effective before. He could hear every subtle sound behind him, and the sound was infinitely amplified and slowed down in his ears.

After an unknown amount of time, when Yan Wuluan felt that he was almost suffocated, he finally heard the voice from the person behind him again, "Turn around."

Yan Wuluan turned around with difficulty as if he had received an amnesty, and saw the red robe was put back on by the man.

And in his arms, hanging a snow-white coat.

Only this time did Jiang Jiamian hand the clothes over to him, "You should change into my clothes first. This is the palace, and my official robes are of high rank, so naturally I can’t give them to you, so I can only give you those first. I’ll give you two more clothes when you enter the palace tomorrow."