The stand-in is not a professional stand-in, he is just the unluckiest one among the ten secret guards.
They all want to follow the prince to go out and make achievements, and no one wants to stay in the mansion and be a vase... ah no, they are substitutes.
So they appointed candidates by deciding the winner.
Everyone came up with a way to win, size, points, guessing... In the end, he lost all ten games. He was simply the chosen one.
After listening to the prince's instructions with tears in his eyes, the substitute quietly returned to the mansion, as if the prince had never left.
He thought he could survive this test by pretending to be diligent and living in his study.
Who knows that things go against your wishes? It makes sense that when a person is unlucky, his teeth will be clogged when he drinks cold water.
He exposed it on the first day. Although the princess and the prince were newly married, they had a deep relationship. The prince would never avoid the princess, and the prince would never fail to talk to the princess.
After the stuntman jumped out of the window, he regretted it. He really wanted to go back in time and slap himself hard.
If you can't even be a vase, what else can you do?
At this time, it was the seventh day of the substitute's hiding. The rainy night was cold and the surrounding light was dim. The substitute was hiding on the beam, weak, pitiful and helpless.
He hated himself, why did his eyesight have to be so good? He could see the beautiful and petite princess smiling gently and walking gracefully from a long distance away.
As she walked from far to near, her wooden clogs made a slow and clear "ta-ta-da" sound when she stepped on the ground. It was like a death knell sounded by a ghost for the prey she was targeting, and every time it struck his heart.
The substitute felt suffocated.
He closed his eyes and prayed wildly in his heart: Please, you can't find me, you can't find me.
[Sexy Little Spider]: Does the stuntman look like a quail?
[Melancholy Butterfly]: It’s so miserable to put some wax on my little brother, hahaha!
[Frog Croak]: If you hadn’t laughed too loudly, I would have believed it.
…
"Prince, are you here?" Jiang You followed the barrage prompts and slowly wandered to the bottom of the beam, looking up.
The corners of her lips were slightly curved, with a beautiful arc, and her smile was cold and strange.
[Sister gives me a Jihui]: She looks like a heroine in a horror movie, and the yandere sister is facing me head-on!
[Xiao Fu Ni]: I'm a little scared. I'm most afraid of ghost creatures. No matter how beautiful my sister is, I can't stand her.
[You Mao Mao]: It feels like you have walked into the set of Midnight Ring. The days of being a stuntman for Tiantian are probably the psychological shadow of the stuntman's life.
[A Nightmare on Elm Street]: The host is very talented in being a ghost. Why not join our A Nightmare on Elm Street and be the most powerful ghost and fuck the most powerful person.
[Thunder Rolling]: Something's wrong with me. What's going on when I want to break down the building?
[Ghost Klauer]:......
[Ghost Crowl]: Farewell!
…
When the substitute heard the question so close to him, his heart stopped. He didn't want to face the reality, but in order to escape smoothly, he had to open his eyes.
Then he met a pair of ghastly and weird eyes, and the stand-in suddenly became horrified, and he was so frightened that his body went crazy.
"Ah!" He called out briefly, and fell from the beam with a "pop".
He grimaced in pain and crawled back, trying to get further away from Jiang. However, Jiang came closer step by step. The corners of his lips curled up evilly and he said with evil intentions: "So the prince is here..."
"I found you." She tilted her head and grinned.
By chance, a flash of lightning lit up in the sky. For a short moment, the white light passed through the lattice window and hit Jiang You's face. Half of it welcomed the light, and half of it was hidden by the darkness.
At this moment, an evil and weird atmosphere filled the room.
substitute:"!!!"
The barrage neatly evoked the voice of the stand-in: Don’t come over!