Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Xia Ge went directly to the clothing store, thinking with his toes that Ye Ze must have been missing here.

However, people go to the building to be empty, and the door is closed.

Looking up, the pale fangs on the pillars of the clothing store disappeared.

"…Alas?"

Xia Ge kicked the door directly under the eyes of a crowd of passers-by, but the shop was empty, and there was no one in the dungeon.

A little beggar knew her, and hurriedly pulled her away, "What are you kicking at the door, you will be unlucky when someone comes over for a while..."

【Rank】Similar to government agencies, but composed of immortal cultivators to maintain the peace of the town.

Xia Ge asked, "Where are the people in this store?"

"It was closed the other day."

Xia Ge lived in the ruined temple for a few months, and the little beggar and Xia Ge were also familiar with each other, and said with a smile.

closed?

The obvious clues were immediately broken, and Xia Ge asked, "Then do you know where they went?"

The little beggar shook his head: "How do I know this."

"…Thank you."

Xia Ge looked at the back of the little beggar leaving, feeling a little headache.

Ye Ze was taken away as expected, and his identity should have been discovered by the people of the evil spirit camp.

This is not so good.

But the old beggar seems to know a lot about the evil spirit camp, and if you ask, you should get a lot of clues.

Xia Ge turned around and was about to leave. However, he hurriedly walked towards the outside of the town. Just turning to an official road, he saw a few people hurriedly walking in front of her and passing by.

His expression was unbearable and uneasy, as if he had seen something and was avoiding something.

Xia Ge frowned and walked forward, passing by them. She passed a narrow dead alley without taking a few steps. She didn't pay attention to it, and walked forward. However, after two steps, Several obscene laughs were heard in the alley.

"Looks really good..."

"Haha, you should get a lot of money by selling it to Zhumenglou..."

"Let the uncle touch..."

"Why blindfolded and let the uncle take it off and have a look?"

"..."

Xia Ge's instinct was wrong and stopped.

I thought of just a few passers-by who looked calm.

…I see.

She thought of Ye Ze, who didn’t know where she was, and told herself not to be nosy. Just a Ye Ze made her head like a fight. Where did she come to take care of other people's life and death—

Leave it alone, Xia Ge.

==

The gloomy sky.

She can't see it.

In her world, there is only a silent and endless darkness.

The shackles of the eyes are torn away, the eyelids are opened, but the world will not be bright because of it, and the darkness is shrouded. In any case, the way forward and the light are not visible.

The stench of men permeated.

"Haha, this kid's skin is really tender..."

"...Let me touch it."

Someone's footsteps paused and hurried again.

With indifference that doesn't matter to you.

This world is really bitter.

Who can save her?

There is no one.

Approaching, approaching again.

The faint footsteps were outside the alley.

Two people passed by.

Three people passed by.

…

No one stopped.

No one will stop.

Dirty hands, stroking her face.

Hot and disgusting.

It was strange that the cloth was taken away, but she opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything except the darkness.

The beautiful girl raised her head, and the blood-stained white cloth was taken off, revealing her apricot eyes that were as light as frosted glass.

There is no glamour, as if it is covered with a layer of dust, and there is no light in it.

"Why is this kid like wood—"

"Hey, wood is good too..."

Chu Yi thought.

It seems that no one can come to rescue her.

…No, it’s not whether it can, but whether it will.

From beginning to end.

From beginning to end.

Only oneself can save oneself.

She raised her head, put her hands behind her back, and looked innocent and kind.

Yes... Everyone likes this look.

They all like sweet, well-behaved children.

She also likes this look very much.

It would be great if she had always been like this.

The man was stimulated by her innocent appearance, and only felt that he was even more passionate, and he became anxious when he started. He said to his companion, "You are waiting on the side, I will come first—"

…She has always been good.

Why is she so obedient?

Will so many people still want to hurt her?

The sinful hand slowly descended, as if to tear her clothes, there was only one person in front of her, and another person was watching.

Heavy breathing.

—Why, no one has come to save her yet?

She really, really wants to be a very well-behaved child.

Really want to.

==

Say don't care, don't care.

Xia Ge did do this, but after walking a few steps, he did not hear the victim's call for help.

—Leave Xia Ge!

Instead, the man who was talking badly let out a muffled snort.

A trace of blood, on the contrary, quietly diffused.

The smell of blood? !

When Xia Ge came back to her senses, she had followed her instinct and returned to the alley, thinking at least to attract people from [rank]. Although they might not be able to manage, but...

Why does she want so many things! Who can understand that she is still a child!

asphyxia!

However, Xia Ge hadn't finished cursing, everything in front of her instantly made all her thoughts choke in her throat, and she couldn't spit out a word--

It was dripping blood.

Two men, a familiar girl.

Sharp, pitch-black dagger.

The girl’s pink satin was stained with blood. One of the men lowered his head and turned his back to Xia Ge. The tip of a black dagger came out from his back. In the dark alley, Xia Ge could see The tip of the dagger reflected the red light of blood.

Killed in one fell swoop.

The gushing blood stained the girl's clothes red, and the eye-catching snow-white bandages I had ever seen fell on the ground. The blood was clearly covered in the light gray, like glass eyes covered with a layer of mist, but no blood could penetrate.

Her godless eyes seemed to be staring at the alleyway, as if staring at the belated Xia Ge.

Godless.

Matt.

Like, the peas with bruises and blood all over.

This gaze is saying.

—What are you doing, just come now.

Xia Ge felt that her heart seemed to be tightened by that gaze in an instant, and then she broke it apart bit by bit.

The man on one side had a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and was dumbfounded. He couldn't imagine that a five-year-old girl would have such a lethal power. The next moment, he muttered, "Killed...Killed-killed-"

The fart was peeing, and he ran across Xia Ge staggeringly, his face was panicked, hissing howling-"Killed!!"

As soon as Xia Ge stretched his legs, the howling man was tripped by Xia Ge and gnawed shit. When he got up again, he had knocked off his front teeth, covering his mouth, staring at Xia Ge with wide eyes, sobbing and saying no. When he said something, Xia Ge raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold, and a little purple light oozes out, "Shut up, get out!"

The purple light caught people, and for an instant, an instinctive sense of compliance that emerged from his heart shocked the man's body, and then he ran away in a panic.

On the other side, the girl drew the dark dagger from the man's chest.

Blood spurted.

The girl did not hide, leaving her white face and neck stained with bright red blood, the man's corpse slowly slipped down, and finally his head leaned on the girl's thin shoulders.

The direction of the girl's face is facing her, her light gray pupils are like glass, and there is no light in sight. The red lips on the blood-stained snow-white cheeks looked like cherries. For a while, I couldn't tell whether the lips were redder or blood was more beautiful.

Numb, expressionless face.

A whole body of blood.

There was no light in the dark alley.

Xia Ge thought of Doudou.

Different locations, different years.

But the same is true, draped in blood, his pupils are godless, and his face is numb.

—If she just came earlier.

—If she just didn't have that matter just now, it doesn't matter if she hangs up high.

There is no light in a quiet and dark alley.

Today, there is no snow.

The girl slowly raised her head, the weight of the man resting on her, she didn't care, the black dagger in her hand was dripping with blood, she muttered to herself, "Mother said, the world is suffering; …"

It was still that day, the sweet and shy voice that answered her questions, with the confusion and innocence of a child.

Bloody innocence.

Xia Ge suddenly became a bit cold, spreading from the heart, icy cold.

It was like the cold and white snow that fell in her eyes when Doudou knelt before her with blood all over her body.

So desperate.

Xia Ge once thought.

If at that time, who can come to rescue Doudou, who can come to rescue them, it would be great.

But…

The girl murmured and lightly licked the blood on her lips. She seemed to be asking Xia Ge or asking herself, "So, are you here to save me?"

Xia Ge was speechless.

The girl didn't hear Xia Ge's answer, and the girl didn't care, "Either he came to save me, or he came to catch me."

"..."

"Or, is it a passing person?"

"...It doesn't matter who it is." The girl asked herself, "No matter what you do, can you tell me why it's so hard to live?"

Xia Ge was silent.

No answer.

"But it's okay." The girl licked the blood on her lips. She didn't seem to expect her to answer. She just murmured, "...Blood is sweet."

She smiled slightly, as if she had figured out something, "It's also very warm."

When the warm blood was spilled on the body.

It's not cold anymore.

…so what?

—For a moment.

Xia Ge suddenly began to hate the self just now.

The self who has nothing to do with him.

I hate it.

You never know how much despair your indifference will make a hopeful person fall into.

It is not a predicament that often cools the heart down.

But the indifference of others.

Obviously, as long as you pull it, it won't be like this.

Obviously...

Xia Ge walked over, moved the corpse of the girl away, and kicked it aside. The heavy corpse fell on the ground with a muffled sound, as if it hit a person's heart.

It's heart-shaking.

She stretched out her hand, wiped the blood off her face bit by bit, and whispered softly.

"you are wrong."

"Blood is not sweet."

The girl did not avoid her touch as before.

It's just the dark dagger drawn from the man's chest, and the sharp dagger pressed against her chest.

Sharp and dangerous.

It seemed that at any time, she would end up like the man just now.

Xia Ge didn't feel scared.

She just feels distressed.

Very distressed.

Just like three years ago, Doudou gave her a steamed bun in disregard of blood.

"Blood is bitter." Xia Ge heard herself say, "not only bitter, but also dirty."

The black dagger in the girl's hand was still against her chest, and she did not let go. Her voice was calm and she lost her tenderness and shyness when she drew her eyes a few days ago, like the nature of a wild beast was exposed, allowing herself to reveal the fangs of a small beast. , "It's sweet."

You are lying.

Regardless of the dagger on her chest, Xia Ge stretched out the girl’s blood-stained hair. The hair was pulled apart, but the blood on her forehead was still stained with blood. Xia Ge leaned over, regardless of the dagger immersed in the clothes, the dangerous dagger The tip licked her chest, she lowered her head, kissed her forehead lightly, and kissed the blood on the girl's forehead bit by bit.

Then whispered softly.

"I tried it."

"This blood is very bitter."

The temperature of the lips is warm and soft.

The girl's hand is a bit unstable.

…very gentle.

No one has ever been so gentle to her.

The mother would only scold her slut, and the maid would only obey her orders tremblingly.

No one has ever been so gentle to her.

Dare to be so gentle to her.

…a bit sweet.

It seems that this is sweeter than blood.

-But she didn't come to save herself, so why should she be so gentle?

"You lied to me." She said, panicking, but her voice was still calm, the tip of the dagger even leaned in a little bit, "Blood is not bitter, it is sweet."

The alleys are in turmoil.

The man who ran out seemed to be calling for someone to come, and if the person from Chichi came, then the child would be punished.

Killing violates the law of rank.

Because of her indifference at that moment.

She picked up the butcher knife.

"That's because you are too bitter, that's why it feels sweet." Xia Ge took her dagger's wrist and tried to make her voice soft and gentle, but could not hide the slight tremor of her voice, she said to her: "...I have tasted a lot of very sweet and sweet things."

"So, for me, blood is really too bitter."

The child looked up at her.

It's like Peas at that time.

Just as at a loss.

It's shocking.

Does it look like this for invisible people?

They will stubbornly stare in one direction, as if she can see it, obviously their bodies are shaking because of cruel things, but their eyes will always look so firm and gentle.

Chu Yi's hand holding the dagger trembled a little, she heard this person say something weird—

"It's not hard to live." Xia Ge answered her previous question, "Born, old, sick, and die, resentment, love, parting, and begging is the normal life."

...Very sweet.

Hearing this person's trembling voice.

It feels a bit sweet.

The hands are so warm.

—But she is not here to save herself.

She is the same as those passersby.

Meeting strangers has nothing to do with her.

"...I don't believe it." The girl's voice was immature.

The pink silk clothes had been dyed deep red by the hot and humid blood of the man. With the passage of time, the warmth of the blood gradually dissipated, and the breeze blew through the alleys, and the lurking cold came to my heart.

The hot blood will always only give her a few moments of scorching warmth.

Then she was given a biting coldness.

The dagger in his hand is unstable.

Shaking, it's about to fall.

It's cold.

Why is it bitter again?

The alleys are getting more and more chaotic.

Xia Ge's eyes were slightly deep, the blood of this child could not stay here anymore, if he was discovered by Chi...

She took off her coat and wrapped the girl.

"Have we avoided these people?" Xia Ge softened her voice. She stabilized the girl's dagger on her chest and the girl's trembling hands, and repeated, "Stop talking, can we avoid these people? "

Unlike the man just now, tall and full of bitterness, this man, thin and small, is a bit sweet.

It's soft, hands, and warm.

Even if he didn't come to save himself.

She also didn't want this person to die.

…It would be great if it came to save her.

"...Are you here to save me?" She asked again in a low voice, softly, with hope.

The hustle and bustle outside the alley overwhelmed Xia Ge's low response.

"Um."

The girl didn't speak, but the dagger in her hand dropped slightly, and Xia Ge gently allowed Xia Ge to pick her up.

It looks like a little beast with half of its claws.

Cautiously testing.

Xia Ge held the person in her arms, and the ghostly fan traces started, holding the girl over the low wall of the alley. The moment she landed on the ground, she heard the man panicking and bracing the voice of a man across the wall, "That's it. It's that little bitch..."

"...Where is the person?"

Xia Ge wanted to cover the girl's ears, but she had no hands.

The child heard it anyway.

The girl's eyes were covered with blood-stained white cloth. I don't know when, the dagger in her hand has been completely put down.

This person is very sweet.

Sweet enough to ignore those, trivial bitterness.

So want more.

more and more.

It's okay to lie.

As long as we can get more and more.

She pulled Xia Ge's sleeve.

The voice is small and soft, "It's bitter." No, it's actually very sweet.

This embrace is so tender.

It doesn't matter to strangers.

It might kill her, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter what.

Just let her warm up a little bit.

She is a bit cold now.

"It won't be bitter soon." Xia Ge coaxed her.

The child's body was cold. Although Xia Ge was also very cold, she was also wrapped up hard, like two people who were only left and cuddling with each other. By the way, they lowered their heads, and just drove away the man with a fascinating effort, so Be careful.

Out of the alley, Xia Ge touched the pitiful copper plate in his pocket, and then looked at the sky.

The sun was hidden in the clouds and the sky was a little gloomy, as if it was about to rain.

So the question is, should we take care of this little poor first, or should we go back to the temple and ask the whereabouts of the old beggar and evil spirit camp to save Ye Ze?

Before, it didn't matter what she was hanging up high, and it was precisely because she was afraid of this dilemma—to be honest, she wanted to quickly find Ye Ze, who didn't know where to live or die.

That person's situation is obviously more dangerous than this child.

The girl was sensitive to Xia Ge’s dilemma. She tightened Xia Ge’s sleeve with one hand, and pointed at Xia Ge’s chest with the tip of a dagger. Her voice was soft and sweet, "You said you have tasted something very sweet." , So blood is bitter."

"Are you lying to me?"

-You can't let go if you catch it.

This sweet person, now, is hers alone.

Xia Ge: "..."

Three minutes later.

Xia Ge touched the empty money bag with one hand, and with the other hand held the little girl in a new dress holding candied haws, silently thinking about the meaning of life.

Yes, the savings she saved in the past few months can be regarded as squandered.

Really poor.

The days are so bitter.

"Sweet." The little girl bit the hawthorn, her voice soft, "Very sweet."

Don't lie to the little liar, she doesn't believe that the little girl who was a noble girl has never eaten candied haws.

You are very sweet, she is very bitter.

Xia Ge looked sadly at her new clothes, "Really, why do I feel a bit bitter."

system:"…"

Xia Ge led the person to a sparsely populated place outside the town and touched her head.

The little girl was very clever and let it be touched.

"Okay, now I'm going back."

Xia Ge said seriously, "You don't want to kill anymore, that's a crime."

It should be called a crime here, right? Hey, don't worry, go back quickly.

When the girl heard the words, she suddenly squeezed a haw haw candied haws, "...you are leaving?"

-Can not!

"Are you leaving me?"

-no!

Xia Ge is very realistic: "I can't support you."

system:"…"

The girl hugged Xia Ge's calf very seriously, "I will give you my life, don't leave me behind."

Can't be separated.

Will be bitter.

This person is very sweet.

This is hers.

Can not be separated.

You can't die.

There was still bitten hawthorn in the little girl's mouth. This sentence was whimpering, and it didn't sound sincere at all.

Xia Ge: "..." What do I want your life for, and I can't sell money, it's a godly logic.

...A kid.

Xia Ge sighed and squatted down, "I'm going to find someone, and following me will be very tired."

The girl shook her head, loosened her leg and pulled her sleeve: "I don't want you to raise it, and I won't be tired."

Xia Ge: "..." But I will be very tired.

System: "Host, that, this is Ye Ze's harem member, the key plot task, cough cough..."

Xia Ge: "Oh." It's my shit.

System: "..." Don't eat hard and soft.

despair.

Xia Ge touched the girl's head, "I'm sorry."

She wants to break into the evil spirit camp alone to save the son of destiny, and other people should not be involved in it.

Xia Ge got up to leave, the girl pulled her sleeves and slowly let go.

Xia Ge took a few steps.

"...It's wrong to kill, right?" The girl suddenly spoke with her godless eyes open.

Xia Ge was startled slightly, and then nodded, but after reacting to the fact that the other party couldn't see it, he said "um", "it's not right."

The voice is a bit far away.

Chu Yi thought.

Three steps.

—Keep this person.

"Then I just killed the wrong one?" She tilted her head, seeming to be a child's innocence, "Am I guilty?"

Xia Ge thought of everything just now.

The blood-covered child has a numb face.

The more innocent.

The things she had experienced just now became more cruel.

Xia Ge: "..."

I don't even know how to say it.

This child is very similar to Peas back then.

Just as desperate, just as helpless.

It was just that Doudou faced the bullying at that time and had no choice to pick up the knife, so he could only take it passively. The child chose to pick up the butcher knife.

Defensively.

Within a single thought, the role will be switched.

It is easy for people to see the undue harm suffered by the perpetrator, but they also ignore the despair and panic suffered by the victim.

-Although he wants to hurt you, you have already killed him, haven't you?

People will say this.

You killed him, no matter the reason.

You are guilty.

The girl took a step towards her, her lips lightly opened, and she asked, "Am I wrong?"

Word by word, like rain hitting the body, it was cold.

Hit the heart, it's colder.

It was like a thorn again, whipping her indifference little by little.

After a while, Xia Ge heard herself say: "You're right."

She took another step towards her and asked, "Am I guilty?"

One step, two steps, the distance between two people, and one more step.

It's like being close to the horizon.

Xia Ge finally sighed, turned around and knelt down to hold the child who was a step away in his arms, breaking the seemingly insurmountable step away, with a slightly tender voice with a gentle coax, "You are not guilty."

The guilty one is not the kid who chose to pick up the knife, but the indifferent self who chose between that thought.

"But if you leave." The girl's voice was immature, "I will kill more and more people."

"I will not be obedient, I will commit many, many sins."

"I will always be a bad boy."

—Because she can live only in this way.

Otherwise, you will be gouged out, you will be sold, you will be bullied, you will be humiliated, and finally you will die silently in a dark corner.

No one cares about death.

Xia Ge stood still and didn't move.

"If I kill so many people like I just did."

"At that time, would it be wrong for me to live?"

She asked.

With the child's ignorance.

After a long time, Xia Ge heard her own difficult voice.

"It's not wrong for anyone to live."

Even the most vicious thug.

He also has the right to live.

"You are not wrong."

When there is no one to help and hopeless people, they will choose to pick up a butcher knife.

Xia Ge suddenly thought of a sentence that the world had seen before.

—It's not me who is wrong, it's the world.

Naked portrayal.

"But, I want to be a good boy."-If a good boy won't die.

She raised her head, as if asking her, and as if talking to herself, "How can I be a good child?"

"Can you tell me?"

How can she be a good child who can survive?

The girl held a hawthorn candied hawthorn in her right hand, and her left hand was behind her back, her white face stained red with blood, her voice was sweet and incomprehensible, her apricot eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light gray glass, hazy and foggy. , And then was wetted by broken rain.

A pale thunderbolt penetrated the dark sky, followed by the sound of rumbling thunder, and pattering rain, slowly drifting down.

The sound of rain confuses the girl's perception. She doesn't know what that person is doing.

The man did not answer her.

In the darkness, even the hearing was blurred by the sound of rain.

—Will you go?

Panic, uneasy, yet believe.

—Will not go.

This person will definitely not leave.

She thought, but slowly squeezed the handle of the meteor dagger in her left hand.

If this person disagrees.

Then...

-The Buddha said that people have eight sufferings.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love parting, can't ask for it.

Xia Ge thought.

Maybe she will soon experience the ninth inhuman suffering of raising a child.

Xia Ge turned around and took the child's hand holding the candied haws, and sighed, "Before I tell you..."

"...Put down the knife in your left hand first."

The girl smiled the moment she held her hand, and then cleverly put the meteor dagger with her left hand hidden behind her into the sheath.

Xia Ge thought, nothing.

If she left the child now.

Then, what is different from what you hate, and choosing to be indifferent at that moment.

May be powerless.

But she will do her best.