Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ge Xiu pulled his clothes uncomfortably.

He hasn't worn any clothes since he came into this world. At this moment, he was suddenly stuffed into a set of dresses. Although it was carefully cut out by the royal tailor according to his body shape, the feeling of limbs bound by cloth is still Some are difficult to get used to.

He loosened his neckline, and this time he finally felt able to breathe again.

Just then, the door opened.

Rowett walked in in a stride. He was wearing a royal-style gown. The design between the hunting and military uniforms perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The dark fabric was imprinted with silver. The dark pattern of the royal family faintly flashed in the light, and the wide robe corners rolled black waves behind, which was really pleasing to the eye.

When he saw Ge Xiu, he stopped his steps abruptly.

Under the sharp outline of the high eyebrows, a pair of deep and pitch-black eyes looked unpredictable, and the sharp-edged gaze scraped the boy in front of him inch by inch, without a word for a long time.

Ge Xiu looked down at his clothes strangely—

Nothing strange?

He raised his head and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Did he wear any pendant wrong?

Rowe stared at him specifically, eyes deep as deep as the abyss. After a long time, he calmly spoke and said slowly: "It's nothing, I just regret it a bit."

What do you regret?

Ge Xiu didn't react for a while.

Rovet did not give him time to react. Instead, he stepped forward and quickly shortened the distance between the two. He stirred up a strand of Ge Xiu's hair hanging on his cheek and asked: "Just get ready. Go like this?"

Ge Xiu followed his gaze and frowned. He couldn't help but frowned. His hair was too long this time. The long blue and purple hair was curled slightly, hanging down to his waist, in the water. The time is not obvious, but it becomes cumbersome after arriving on land. Even if you simply shake your head, you can feel the weight that cannot be ignored.

He thought for a while: "Why don't you cut it?"

Rowett didn't even think about it, but refused: "It's not necessary."

He stepped forward slowly, raising his hand to gather up Ge Xiu's hair beside his temples, and his long, well-knotted fingers passed through the soft and thick hair dexterously, and then he slid a little behind his head—

Rowett lowered his head, looked at Ge Xiu's current appearance for a while, and then curled his lips with satisfaction.

The waiter who was waiting on the side handed the belt over with insight.

Lovitt took the strap and leaned forward slightly, almost completely swarming the slender boy into the narrow space constructed by his arms and chest. He maintained this almost embracing posture and flexibly **** Ge Xiu's hair. He even tied a bow in the back of his head ingeniously.

He took a few steps back.

Ge Xiu shook his head in a novel way, his long hair tied into a neat ponytail, and there was an interesting sense of swing when it shook.

A different color flashed in Lowett's eyes. He took a deep breath, looked away, and said in a half-smiley, half-serious tone: "We'd better leave now-while I haven't regretted it."

The huge hall is illuminated by huge bright chandeliers, countless luxurious sculptures and decorations are shining brightly under the lights, the huge ballroom is shining, and the air is flowing with moving music. There is no noise, but there are Kind of understated elegance.

Countless gorgeously dressed men and women revolve in the hall like moths, and well-dressed attendants circulate among the guests with silver plates filled with champagne. Everyone seems to be immersed in the hustle and bustle of this drunken gold, but everyone’s Under the smile, there seemed to be a little absent-mindedness that could not be concealed, as if waiting for something.

Until-the real protagonist walks into it.

Everyone had more or less guessed what the dance partner the Emperor would choose would be like, but no one could have imagined that the supreme Emperor had brought a young man over without any shy.

Although same-sex love is very common nowadays, Rovet is probably the only one who brings men to the royal ball so blatantly.

—And...has such an amazing appearance.

A series of low and low gasps sounded, and the whole hall was silent for an instant.

A dumbfounded waiter did not hold the tray steady, and clinked two glasses of champagne to pieces. The sound of the glasses suddenly shattering was particularly harsh in the hall-countless unexplained sights were cast from all directions, scorching hot, The stunning, shocking, and hostile completely enveloped Ge Xiu in an instant.

Rowett's expression was slightly cold, and his gaze swept lightly.

Everyone suddenly retracted their gazes in fear, for fear that this would cause trouble to the upper body-after all, this majesty was crazy but never cared about the occasion.

Ge Xiu didn't feel offended at all.

He has become accustomed to this kind of much-anticipated feeling, no matter which world he was in before, he is the absolute focus. And he himself is the type who is willing to show the limelight, these eyes and surveys are really not painful to him.

His attention was now completely focused on the huge long table at one end of the ballroom.

Countless cold dishes are placed on it, and the drinks are even more dazzling—the previous hunger pangs slowly from the depths of the body again, and Ge Xiu feels all his thoughts are entangled in it. The etiquette and cutscenes of welcoming the emperor have been completely ignored.

When he came back to his senses again, the brisk music had already rang.

The first dance of the party began.

Rowett gave him a graceful salute, stretched out his slender palms, his lips curled indifferently, and the depths of his dark eyes sparkled with almost pleasant light. There was a cold and charming strange charm: "Do I have What about this honor?"

Ge Xiu looked at him in surprise: "I won't."

Lovett doesn't mind: "I can teach you."

Ge Xiu glanced at the many noble men and women waiting for the emperor to lead the dance: "Are you sure?"

Rowett's lips deepened with a smile: "They won't have an opinion."-No one dares.

"Actually, I haven't gotten used to walking now." Ge Xiu refused.

Rowett was indifferent to this: "I can hold you if you don't mind."

Ge Xiu: "..." He has no words.

He shrugged indifferently, put his hand on the palm of the other party's invitation to dance, stood up following Rowett's strength, and walked onto the dance floor with him.

The sound of music is flowing in the air, the fragrance is floating, and the lights are shining.

Ge Xiu was guided stiffly by the opponent, almost tangling his legs.

Rowett patiently guided step by step: "Left foot forward first... No, it's not right foot, left foot..."

"Hands on my shoulders...not this hand—that one—"

His brows suddenly jumped.

Ge Xiu hurriedly stepped back and stepped on the opponent's foot. He frowned in annoyance, and apologized in a low voice to the sound of the music: "I'm sorry..."

Rowett curled up the corners of his lips uncontrollably, and under the sharp-shaped eyebrows, deep eyes flashed with a bright smile: "It doesn't matter."

All the people who watched him overtly and secretly couldn't help but take a deep breath. They have never seen the emperor's mood so good, and they haven't even changed his face because of the other party's clumsiness and rudeness-so what is the identity of that boy? ?

Smooth and beautiful music flows in the air, wrapping around every pair of men and women spinning on the dance floor like silky silk. The spinning gorgeous skirts are like flowers blooming on marble, and the graceful sliding dance steps step on each change of the music. Above the rhythm.

Although Ge Xiu's mastery of his legs is not very sensitive, Rovet is indeed a good and patient teacher.

He deliberately slowed down so that Ge Xiu could keep up.

The air is full of the fragrance of tulips, and the subtle sound response of the friction of the skirt and the sound of music gradually blurs into a phantom with the rotation of the dance steps.

The temperature of the human body is close at hand, and Ge Xiu is wrapped in a dense twist, and the palms close to the waist are hot as if it can burn, and the scorching temperature is transmitted to the cold skin through the thin dress, with a kind of The almost gentle force encroached on the air he breathed and the space he looked at.

This feeling is really strange.

Although it cannot be described as hate, it is very weird-Ge Xiu doesn't know how to describe it, and it is difficult to decide how to respond in such a short period of time. For a while, it is a bit dilemma.

Suddenly, Ge Xiu seemed to perceive something, and raised his head, his gaze crossed Rowett's shoulder and looked behind him.

The second floor was covered by gorgeous draperies, and the gold silk embroidered on it looked so luxurious and magnificent, gleaming with a faint glow under the chandelier.

It's another spin.

In the sudden change of vision, Ge Xiu skillfully captured the familiar flash of light—the traces of energy fluctuations.

The energy cuts through the space, and the tiny sparks emitted when breaking through the air are clearly reflected on his retina, and the trajectory of the energy movement is straight and clear-leading straight to Lovett's heart.

Ge Xiu didn't think.

He hugged Lovett, who was blocking his eyes, and took the opponent to whirl to the side suddenly—

The dance floor was suddenly disrupted, and several pairs of men and women who were affected fell off guard.

Immediately afterwards, a panic shout rang out behind him, and a male guest stared blankly at his exploded flesh and blood arm. Under the pale and horrified gaze of the onlookers, he later realized that he was earth-shattering. Howl.

Music stops suddenly.

Countless guards on standby had already been alarmed, and the sound of army boots hitting the ground sounded throughout the hall. There were chaotic screams and the harsh sound of broken utensils, and the original luxurious and peaceful banquet was stirred into chaos.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and looked up at the slightly moving curtain just now.

He drew out a gun from the waist of a guard who hurried across the dance floor—skilled, smooth and natural.

Pressing down on the wrist, pulling the safety plug, the black hole of the muzzle moved slowly along the corridor on the second floor.

There was a contemptuous sneer on the lips.

In an instant, the pure and beautiful face was swallowed by the bloodthirsty fierce light, the pressed eyebrows were cold and sharp, the blue-purple eyes were shining with a beautiful and sinful fire, the pure primitive animal nature was like a **** gift The bewilderment caused by the face was torn apart-like a beast suddenly showing its deadly fangs.

In the next second, the trigger was pulled without hesitation, and a blast of gunfire exploded—

A figure with blood on his body suddenly fell from between the curtains, rolled to the ground, and screamed again. He smashed a table below and the cocktail on it, dripping drippingly. The wine mixed with gorgeous blood spread slowly.

Ge Xiu indifferently threw away the still-hot barrel, and looked down at Rowett:

"give it to you."

Lovett's pupils, who watched him shrink, felt that his breath was instantly taken away. He was not injured, but the fatal blow still seemed to have not let him go, and the mountain whistled and hit his heart.

There was only a drumbeat of heartbeat left in my ears, magnified in the silence of the world.

-Plop, plop.