stonecrandall Chapter 182 So much fun with another man?
Chapter 182 So much fun with another man?
"My lord... Your lord, wake up..."
"A Yue doesn't dare anymore, A Yue doesn't dare to be disobedient anymore, please wake up...you wake up and see if A Yue is okay..."
"My lord...don't leave A Yue alone..."
Someone was crying heart-piercingly, the voice was painful, and every word was like weeping blood.
It was like a domestic dog that had lost its owner, howling and crying, making people feel heavy and breathless.
Ning Zhe's long eyelashes fluttered like cicada's wings, and he gently opened his eyes.
——There is no one around.
His body was lying flat on a white cloud-like soft object.
A soft spirit mass emitting soft white light was flying everywhere, as if he had a sage, and he seemed very happy to see him wake up, clinging to him intimately and happily.
The mournful cries continued.
It seems to have come from far away.
Ning Zhe propped up his hands, stood up slowly, and walked over following the sound.
As he walked, he looked here curiously.
Looking around, there was no trace of people, it was all white smoke and mist.
The sky and the earth are connected, quiet and picturesque, and people walking in it feel like being in a fairyland.
But it is precisely because the whiteness is too monotonous and the quietness is too weird, inexplicably, it will give people a feeling of breathless heavy depression.
Ning Zhe walked in the direction of the voice, and saw a group of towering palaces.
The sound came from the tallest palace in the center.
Ning Zhe walked closer slowly and looked up at the palace.
The palace walls are all made of snow-colored glass, which is transparent and exquisite at a glance. The exquisitely carved white jade stone pillars stand tall on both sides, and the exquisite silver palace bells are hung on the thin corners. heart and soul.
In front of the hall is a small pool paved with ice and jade stones. On the surface of the pool is a long bridge of white jade. Under the bridge, the fog is shrouded. A large area of blooming frost lotus is swaying with the wind in the clear and cold small pool, exuding strands of icy air. .
Ning Zhe walked slowly to the bridge.
In front of the Baiyu Bridge stands a white jade tablet.
There is a word "God" engraved on the sword on the stele, each stroke seems to carry a monstrous divine intent, the cold air of killing is very heavy, just looking at it will make people feel dizzy and dizzy.
Ning Zhe hesitated for a moment, and suddenly felt inexplicable fear and retreat from the palace.
The road ahead is full of smoke and confusion, which always makes him feel that once he walks up, there is no turning back.
Just when he didn't know whether to continue walking, the spirit groups beside him suddenly gathered one by one, and gently pushed him onto the stone bridge involuntarily.
"Don't..." Ning Zhe slightly widened his eyes.
The moment he stepped on his toes, a warm breeze suddenly blew up from the lake, blowing his black hair into high curls, as ethereal as a fairy.
The water was clear and sparkling, and countless snow lotuses swayed in the wind, squeezing each other, as if competing to show him their graceful figures.
Ning Zhe paused, feeling that this scene was extremely familiar.
But before he had time to think about it, he was pulled by the hem of his clothes by those spirit groups and walked forward again.
Ning Zhe looked at the bigger and bigger palace in front of him, and the strange sense of familiarity in his heart became heavier and heavier.
This overly luxurious palace group is definitely not something that can be built by manpower. Ning Zhe has been the emperor of Dayue for three years, and he has never seen such a luxurious and exquisite palace.
Whether it is the Dayue Palace, or the palaces of Tianqi and Moyu, they are all top-level luxury buildings that are rare in the world, and they are the painstaking efforts of tens of thousands of craftsmen who have spent a hundred years polishing them.
However, compared with this palace, those royal palaces all look as ridiculous as children playing house.
The temple in front of me exudes a sacred and noble atmosphere from the inside to the outside. Just looking at it from a distance will make people feel awe.
Now that I get close to it, it is even more towering into the sky, which makes people feel no sense of blasphemy, and wish to kneel down and bow respectfully.
However, Ning Zhe didn't feel that oppressive feeling all the time, just like...
He has been to this place many times.
He obviously hasn't walked in yet, but every embossed pattern on the wall of the hall and every decoration in the hall is as clear as floating in the eye socket.
Ning Zhe stopped in front of the palace gate.
The tall and magnificent palace door was tightly closed, solemnly and wordlessly refusing the approach of others.
A line of silver light flickered on the door, and the aura was cold and chilling. It should be some kind of formation engraved on it.
If you try to force your way through, you'll probably be crushed by this magic circle until you don't even have your soul left.
But the voice inside was getting closer and closer, with a vaguely familiar feeling.
Ning Zhe didn't know how to get in, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out to push the door.
But before his hand touched the door, he saw a loud bang from the palace door made of white jade, opening a gap.
A ray of light slowly emerged from the narrow gap, and then the light became bigger and bigger.
Ning Zhe was in a daze when he saw the palace door slowly open by itself.
Countless little spirit groups happily floated around him, as if they were urging him to go in quickly.
Ning Zhe moved his fingertips slightly, for some reason he was suddenly a little scared.
He called number 67's name in his heart.
Just like when he first woke up, No. 67 still didn't respond.
In this pure white world, an inexplicable loneliness wrapped him tightly, making him flustered for no reason.
In the vast expanse of the world, it seemed that he was the only one left, along with the grief-stricken voice in the palace.
Ning Zhe curled his fingertips again and again, and finally took a step and stepped into the palace gate.
The moment he walked in, a dazzling light enveloped his whole body.
Ning Zhe's eyes became hot and he was forced to close them.
When he opened it again, he was already on a large white jade altar.
The stone pillar on the altar was spattered with blood, and the huge blood-stained chain was dragged from the stone pillar and tied to a man's foot.
The man was dressed in a snow-white dress, lying quietly on the ground, his black hair like a waterfall scattered on his body, covering his face.
Ning Zhe could only see his bare and thin ankles.
The bones are white and clear, just like a noble handicraft carefully carved by a sculptor. Just looking at it, one can't help but guess how beautiful and unparalleled the owner of this foot must be.
A young man in black knelt beside the man.
The wailing that Ning Zhe heard was exactly from him.
Probably because of crying for too long, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it, only the sad sobs were still coming out of his throat.
Ning Zhe's eyes changed slightly.
The young man's hunchbacked figure looked very much like a person.
He walked over slowly and called out hesitantly, "Ten...seven?"
The young man's voice paused, and with tears all over his face, he looked up at him.
Slanting eyebrows flying like knives, a nose as cold as a carving, deep blood eyes, and beautifully shaped lips.
It's seventeen, but it's not seventeen.
Shi Qi was more silent and introverted, but this young man was so beautiful that he gave people a sense of oppression with sharp sharpness.
On the contrary, it is more like... Chi Yue and Young Master.
Ning Zhe was stunned.
He subconsciously looked at the appearance of the man lying on the ground.
But before his eyes fell, he was blocked by someone.
As soon as the young man in black saw him, he stood up suddenly, his beautiful and bewildering blood pupils were full of disbelief, "My lord...you are back..."
Ning Zhe didn't see the man, so he looked at the young man.
The young man looked at him with great surprises in his eyes.
Ning Zhe didn't even see how the young man moved, and the next moment he hugged him tightly in his arms, with such strength that Ning Zhe almost thought his bones were crushed by him.
Ning Zhe was in pain, and the sharp sleeve blade appeared on his fingertips instantly, his eyes turned cold and he was ready to stab the young man's back heart.
At this moment, a familiar grunt suddenly came out of the young man's throat, and he called him hoarsely: "...Wu... Your Majesty..."
"My lord...you are finally back, you are finally back to see A Yue..."
When he spoke, his tone was cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing him and making him disappear suddenly again.
Obviously, the sadness in his voice was about to overflow, but he still gritted his teeth to try to be calm, his fingers wanted to touch him but dared not.
——It was exactly the same as the small movements of the Seventeenth Dark Guard when he called out his name in pain.
Ning Zhe paused, and retracted the sleeve blade involuntarily.
The young man seemed to realize that he had offended him, so he let go of his hand immediately, grabbed the corner of his clothes helplessly, and lowered his head nervously.
"My lord, I'm sorry, A Yue...A Yue didn't touch you on purpose..."
The corners of his eyes were red, he was afraid that Ning Zhe would be angry, and he was on the verge of crying, "You can punish A-Yue any way you want... as long as, as long as you don't leave A-Yue behind, A-Yue won't dare to be disobedient again ..."
He raised his eyes cautiously, looked at him pitifully, and sobbed softly, "Please."
Ning Zhe hesitated, and opened his mouth in doubt, "...A Yue? Chi Yue?"
The young man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes sparkled with surprise, and his voice trembled slightly, "You, are you finally...willing to forgive A Yue... "
"A Yue really didn't betray you, A Yue didn't want to kill you... A Yue, A Yue just wanted to be with you forever! Why don't you understand..."
"Why did you leave A Yue alone, A Yue has been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you come back..."
"Why... why don't you want to be with me, why would you rather die than be with me..."
"What did I do wrong...what did I do wrong..."
The young man hugged his head in pain, murmuring non-stop, as if he had fallen into his own world.
Gradually, black mist swirled around his body, and the muscles and bones in his back twisted and swelled wildly, as if something was about to burst out of his body.
Ning Zhe couldn't help but took a step back.
Things have exceeded his expectations.
However, his step back, in the eyes of the young man, meant rejection.
The young man yelled, and huge black wings burst out of his body suddenly, and a cold black mist filled the air in an instant.
"Why reject me! Why can't you be with me! Why can't you just look at me! Why!"
He is crazy.
Ning Zhe looked at his bloodshot eyes, and walked towards him step by step with a murderous look, his sharp nails lightly touched his face, with a begging look in his crazy look.
"Your Majesty, cut out the bones of the gods, and be with A Yue... okay?"
Ning Zhe's pupils dilated slightly.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the blood-stained man in white behind the young man.
He finally saw the man's face clearly.
A completely unfamiliar face, but it is as familiar as it is imprinted in the soul and in the bones and blood.
Just when he was in a daze, the young man's sharp fingertips had slowly descended and sunk into the skin of his back.
He's going to blow his own bones...
Ning Zhe stared at those soft blood pupils, and suddenly this thought flashed through his mind.
Before he had time to resist, a gust of wind blew up beside him, and the frantic young man in black was suddenly pushed away by the palm of a man with sharp bones.
Immediately afterwards, Ning Zhe fell into a cold embrace with a familiar cool breath.
"What are you doing, having so much fun with other men, huh?"
The low-pitched and melodious voice's tail tone is always picked up casually, with a hint of sarcasm.
Ning Zhe's tense mind suddenly loosened, his legs and feet went limp, and he fell powerlessly into the arms of the person behind him.
The man opened his arms tacitly and easily caught him.
Seeing that Ning Zhe leaned against him like a soft bone and couldn't get up, he couldn't help touching Ning Zhe's forehead, "What's wrong, did you hurt?"
Ning folded the back of his head and leaned on his shoulder, shaking slightly.
After a moment of silence, he asked him again, "Where have you been?"
"You think of me when you're scared?" The man didn't answer, but laughed instead, which seemed to be a bit of a joke.
Ning Zhe pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.
Turning around, she hugged him tightly, buried her head in his arms and refused to lift it up.
No. 67 looked down at his red ears, his deep eyes were stained with joy, and he gave a low laugh.
Seeing their intimacy, the young man in black next to him suddenly went crazy and stared at Ning Zhe.
"Your Majesty, why won't you look at me, why... Is there anything I can't compare to them!"
"I'm prettier than them, I'll please you more than them, I love you more than them! Why, you just refuse to look at me, why!?"
"I love you so much, I love you so much..."
His face was contorted, and he screamed in pain.
No. 67 sneered, with a cold expression, "You don't love him, you just love yourself."
The young man froze for a moment, and became furious, "You are talking nonsense! I love him... I am willing to slaughter all the people who resist him in the demon clan for him, and I am willing to die for him! Why do you say that I don't love him?" he!"
His appearance is exactly the same as the Young Honored Master.
No. 67 didn't even move his brows, his thin lips parted slightly, his knife-like eyes seemed to peel off all his hypocrisy, "You just feel inferior! You don't think you deserve to stand beside him , You feel that you are not qualified to be with him, so you disregarded his wishes, forcibly removed his god bones, infused him with demon energy, and made him a lowly thing like you!"
"You just want to possess him selfishly, the only person you love is yourself!"
"No! You're talking nonsense...you're talking nonsense!"
The young man collapsed suddenly, bloody tears slowly slipped from his eye sockets, and flowed all over his beautiful cheeks.
"I'm not...I'm not selfish..."
"I just, love him so much, I think it hurts him to think about it, but he never looks at me more, just because I am a demon, just because my blood is humble..."
"I didn't intend to hurt his life. Without the god bone, he, he can still be the master of the Demon Realm. I will give him the entire Demon Realm! I will give him whatever he wants!"
"As long as, as long as he can look at me..."
The young man knelt beside the man on the ground with a "plop", bowed his waist, covered his face in pain, and cried out to him, "Your Majesty, I really... just want to be with you." You are together..."
The man on the ground didn't respond.
Only then did Ning Zhe see clearly that a deep bone wound was scratched on the back of his back by a sharp weapon, and a snow-white bone like white jade was gouged out by life, and it was quietly floating beside him, the bright red blood It gurgled from his hideous wound.
He wasn't sacrificed or something else as Ning Zhe thought, but he was beaten to death by the repenting young man next to him.
No. 67 watched quietly, gently stroking the soft and warm face of the boy in his arms with his fingers, and gently opened his lips, "Do you know why when the God of God fell, there were no bones left behind?"
Ning Zhe turned his head to look at him in a daze, as if thinking of something terrible, he parted his lips, but was still speechless.
No. 67 sighed, looked at him with pity, and slowly stroked his cheek, "That's right, at that time, he had no bones."
"He was taken away by the person he loved and trusted the most. He lost his supreme power, was knocked into the dust by his old enemy, and completely disappeared in this world."
Ning Zhe always felt that when he said this, he seemed to be pitying himself.
His voice was hoarse, "Why..."
No. 67 touched his head tenderly, "Because he was betrayed."
Ning Zhe opened his mouth, "Betrayal..."
"In ancient times, there was no such race as the demons. They were created by the fallen witches, and they were fierce weapons to attack the gods. Therefore, the demons have always been oppressed by the witches, even the lowest slaves."
"The demon race reproduces extremely fast, and their power is fierce. When the witch race realized that they could no longer control them, they planned to kill them all. The gods couldn't bear to burn their lives and rescued them."
"The Demon Realm is a safe place he created to accommodate these abandoned demons."
"He doesn't care about the difference between gods and demons, nor does he care about their low bloodlines. He wholeheartedly protects these demons, and turns the Demon Realm into a beautiful peach blossom garden, so that these demons can have a place to settle down."
"However, Moyu betrayed him."
"These lowly slaves are used to darkness and depravity, and even their hearts are distorted. They can't believe in the gods, so they joined hands to persuade their lords to take away the bones of the gods, turning the gods who are high and low like them Race."
No. 67 sighed as he spoke, and gently stroked Fu Ningzhe's little face, "Only in this way can they feel at ease and believe that God is really helping them, rather than having other plans."
Ning Zhe stared blankly at the young man kneeling on the ground, his voice trembling slightly, "Then he...he..."
No. 67 nodded, "He is the betrayed demon, the young master, and the red axe."
Ning Zhe opened his mouth and suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe.
He lightly covered his heart, with a dazed expression, a little at a loss, "No. 67... I'm here, I..."
It hurts, it hurts.
Why does it hurt...it has nothing to do with him, why is he so sad...
No. 67 held him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, "Don't be afraid, this place is all fantasy, and those people are not real, I'm here, don't be afraid."
He hugged Ning Zhe, let him lie on his shoulders, and placed his palms gently on his back. A soft energy slowly penetrated into his body, gently soothing his soul.
Ning Zhe hugged his neck tightly, trembling and closing his eyes.
Number 67 turned and led him out of here.
Behind him, the young man in black still knelt beside the man in white, repenting in pain.
"I'm sorry, my lord... I'm sorry..."
"A Yue was wrong, A Yue never dared again..."
"Come back, please, don't leave A Yue alone, my lord... my lord..."
The tall temple gradually receded and turned into chaotic light and shadow fragments behind it, disappearing little by little.
The screams and wails seemed to be lingering in the ears, and people's hearts were pulled up when they heard them.
"This is an illusion, the memory of the young lord."
No. 67 whispered in his ear, the voice was surprisingly gentle, and seemed to be a little bewitching.
"Really..." Ning Zhe leaned on his shoulder, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured to him.
No. 67 nodded, "Sleep, I'll go back when I wake up."
He always gently covered Ning Zhe's eyes with a cool hand, "Be good, be obedient."
There was darkness in front of his eyes, Ning Zhe blinked blankly, and suddenly felt dizzy.
He couldn't help tightening the skirt of No. 67 in panic, and slowly closed his eyes.
"I... will be obedient..."
...don't leave me behind.
Ning Zhe fell asleep obediently.
No. 67 touched his head lightly, with a soft expression, "Fool."
A figure quietly landed behind him, staring deeply at the young man on his shoulder, silent without saying a word.
If Ning Zhe was still awake, he would have found that this person was the black-clothed youth he had just met—the red Yue whose three souls had returned to one.
In other words, his current personality is the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
No. 67 raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his voice was indifferent, "Are you awake?"
The dark guard Seventeen did not speak, his long eyelashes trembled violently, and the bottom of his blood red eyes was almost swallowed by great pain and guilt.
He finally got everything he expected, power, status, and strength, but he also finally knew what kind of crime he had committed.
No. 67 snorted coldly, "If you can't completely devour his soul, the past will happen again."
The Seventeenth Dark Guard looked at the young man in his arms almost greedily, and whispered softly, "I will, I will definitely kill him, and avenge you..."
"Wait for me, my lord..."
……
The body was sore and limp as if it had been run over by something.
Ning Zhe frowned slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Surprised calls came from beside my ears, "I'm awake...Master Shenzi is awake!"