The box carved from thousand-year-old purple gold wood was finally put back into place.
And the personality in Baili Duyue's body seemed to have been forced to go back because it had been out for too long. He closed his eyes and shook his head, frowning, as if he had a headache. He suddenly glanced at Sang Feiwan: "Next time I come to see you, the Lord of this city is not allowed to run too far..."
Sang Feiwan didn't hear clearly: "What?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Baili Duyue suddenly swayed and fell down. He quickly stepped forward and took the person into his arms, only to see that the other person had fainted.
Judging by the time, it is estimated that the other personality will wake up soon.
Seeing that the study was in a mess, Sang Feiwan could only temporarily lift Baili Duyue and place him on the couch in the inner room. Then, before the other party wakes up, he quickly cleans up the mess on the ground and restores it to its original state.
After all this was done, Sang Feiwan quietly exited the hall. Otherwise, when Baili Duyue wakes up later and asks him why he is here, Sang Feiwan won't be able to explain it clearly.
The incense burner in the dormitory is not burning, but there is still a faint fragrance floating in the air. The curtain was gently blown by the wind, revealing a man in scarlet clothes lying on the bed. The fingertips in his sleeves suddenly trembled slightly for a moment, as if there were signs of waking up.
Baili Duyue had no memory of another personality, so when he gradually woke up from his bed, he suddenly found that he was in the bedroom, and he sat up from the bed with a frightened cry. He looked around uncertainly, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
He guessed...
Another personality must have emerged...
Baili Duyue immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, striding towards the door. With a wave of his sleeves, the heavy palace door opened with a bang and bounced heavily against the wall.
Sang Feiwan just went to the flower and grass house. He walked into the courtyard holding a pot of green pine. Unexpectedly, he happened to see Baili Duyue coming out of the house with an ugly expression on his face. He immediately guessed the reason, but he still pretended to be confused and stepped forward with a little doubt: "City Lord, weren't you in the front hall? Why did you come back to the bedroom again?"
Baili Duyue's face was gloomy, and for a moment he looked exactly like that villain. When he saw Sang Feiwan suddenly appearing in front of him, the anger in his heart strangely weakened by three points. He paused, barely controlled his temper and asked, "Where were you just now?"
Sang Feiwan showed him the green pine in his hand: "Feiwan had been staying in the flower and grass house just now. Seeing that the dormitory was empty, he brought a pot of green pine over."
Baili Duyue looked confused: "You... didn't you see me doing anything strange?"
Sang Feiwan suddenly smiled when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Isn't the city lord always staying in the front hall to review the memorials? What... strange things can he do?"
He deliberately slowed down the word "strange" in a slow tone, as if he was savoring a few different flavors.
Baili Duyue didn't know why, but he always felt that Sang Feiwan's gaze was too direct and flirtatious, which was overwhelming. He turned around awkwardly and entered the hall, unconsciously touching his heated earlobe, but suddenly there was a stinging pain in his ear, and he subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
“…”
how so
Baili Duyue once suspected that he was hallucinating, frowned and touched it carefully, but the tingling feeling became more and more obvious. He turned to look at the crystal mirror in the dormitory, and saw that the figure was clearly visible, and there was a red mark on his earlobe, as if someone had bitten it.
Sang Feiwan had been paying attention to Baili Duyue's movements. When he saw that the other party seemed to have discovered the wounds he had just bitten, he secretly screamed in his heart. He quickly threw the pot of green pine aside and stepped forward to ask: "What is the city lord looking at?" ?”
Baili Duyue did not answer, but stared at the crystal mirror, carefully taking note of the injury on his earlobe. When he found out that it was indeed a tooth mark, his eyes filled with gloom, and he hammered the table with his right hand, making a loud bang. There was a loud sound, the air pressure around the body was extremely low, and the voice was cold and gloomy: "Has anyone been to the dormitory today?!"
Sang Feiwan's words were vague: "Only the city lord can enter the dormitory, and then Feiwan. Why does the city lord ask this?"
Whenever Baili Duyue thinks about what that personality might have done with his body, hung out with some unscrupulous people, and left such tooth marks, his face becomes extremely ugly. Hearing Sang Feiwan's question, he choked for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan walked up to him. As if he suddenly discovered something, he raised his hand and gently touched Baili Duyue's earlobe. He frowned and said, "Why hasn't this injury healed yet? I'd have known better next time." Fei Wan should bite it lightly. If others see it, wouldn’t it damage the city lord’s reputation?”
Baili Duyue was slightly startled when he heard this: "What did you say? Did you bite this wound?"
Sang Feiwan gently pulled Baili Duyue into his arms. He took a step forward, pressed the person directly against the table, and asked with a low smile: "Why does the city lord have such a bad memory? If it wasn't Wan who bit him, who else could have bitten him?"
After he finished speaking, his fingertips rubbed back and forth on the side of Baili Duyue's face, causing a slight itch. He stared at the reddish earlobe and said with unclear meaning: "If someone else bites the city lord, Fei Wan will be angry. "
Baili Duyue couldn't remember when Sang Feiwan bit him: "When did you bite him?"
Sang Feiwan raised his lips: "This morning, in the front hall and between the seats, did the city lord forget?"
As if to prove something, he quietly turned his head and took Baili Duyue's other earlobe into his mouth, biting it lightly between his teeth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue unhurriedly. Then when Baili Duyue's body slid down, he caught him in time.
The fair earlobe has been bitten red, prickly and itchy.
Sang Feiwan held Baili Duyue in front of the mirror and asked him to look inside. While kissing his ear carefully, he coaxed in a low voice: "City Lord, look, are the tooth marks on both sides the same?"
The ends of Baili Duyue's eyes were red, and his eyes were distracted. He only saw himself being held up by Sang Feiwan in front of the crystal mirror, with frosty white hair and crimson clothes. The man behind him kept kissing his neck slowly and slowly. The itching was so obvious that it was difficult to focus his eyes, and he could only see a vague shadow.
Baili Duyue moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't spit out anything. It took him a long time to say with difficulty: "Sang Feiwan..."
This sentence is so weak and so depressing.
"You are presumptuous..."
When Sang Feiwan heard this, not only did he not restrain himself, but he tightened his arms even more tightly. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does the city lord allow me to be arrogant?"
He asked the same thing this morning and again now.
Baili Duyue hesitated, not knowing how to answer. If he said no, Sang Feiwan might get angry again. If he said yes, wouldn't he let Sang Feiwan step on him, hesitating for a long time without saying a word.
Seeing him lowering his head, Sang Feiwan smiled, turned the man to face her, hooked his chin, forced him to raise his head, and kissed him directly.
From unfamiliarity to proficiency.
From not adapting to becoming accustomed to it.
Baili Duyue didn't know if he had been kissed too much, but he wasn't surprised at this moment. His light eyes stared blankly at Sang Feiwan, not knowing what to do.
Sang Feiwan's tone was beguiling: "Hold me."
A hundred miles passed the moon without moving.
Sang Feiwan had no choice but to clasp his hand, place it gently on her waist, and continue to be tempting: "Hold me tight..."
Baili Duyue didn't know what was going on. When he heard this, his fingertips moved slightly, and he actually slowly hugged Sang Feiwan's waist, which was extremely unfamiliar. However, before he could say anything, the next second he was pressed on the table by the other party and kissed all over.
The two of them finally rolled to the ground, their visions spinning. Fortunately, the carpet was soft, so it didn't hurt from the fall, and the air became quiet for a moment.
“…”
Sang Feiwan was lying on the ground on his side with Baili Duyue in his arms, his chest rising and falling, and he slowly calmed down his breathing. The palm of his hand fell on Baili Duyue's back, caressing her every now and then, looking lazy and leisurely.
Baili Duyue also lost consciousness for a moment. He stared blankly at the carved beams above his head, feeling that he must be crazy, otherwise how could he be so close to a mortal.
An ordinary mortal with no background...
A mortal with a short life span...
Baili Duyue thought about this, and suddenly turned over and pushed Sang Feiwan down, looking down at him. His expression was complicated, with a tangled hesitation that was incomprehensible.
Sang Feiwan was also stunned for a moment by Baili Duyue's abnormal behavior. He looked at the hair that had fallen off his shoulders, stretched out his fingertips to fiddle with it lazily, and asked with a smile: "City Lord?"
Baili Duyue stared at him without saying a word. After a long time, he finally spoke: "Did you know that the major in this city is the ruthless way?"
Sang Feiwan paused: "I know."
Baili Duyue: "Then do you know what will happen if you disobey this city lord?"
Sang Feiwan curled her lips slightly: "Peel the skin."
"No,"
When Baili Duyue heard this, he shook his head slowly, his face fell into the shadows, looking a little weird and gloomy for no reason. For a moment, Sang Feiwan even felt that another personality had emerged.
Baili Duyue spoke with unknown meaning. His voice seemed to be coming from hell. It was rotten and dark, with the smell of damp air and blood: "A tree cannot survive without bark, and a person will die without skin. Sang Feiwan, you You know, skinning isn’t really torture.”
He watched Sang Feiwan quietly, wanting to see how the other party would react.
However, Sang Feiwan didn't react at all. He was just thinking about why Baili Duyue suddenly said this to him.
Baili Duyue suddenly said in a confused voice: "It will be the birthday of the Emperor of Zhongzhou soon. What kind of gift would you like me to give you from this city lord?"
Sang Feiwan thought for a moment: "Painting?"
Baili Duyue shook his head and looked at him: "How about two wolf skins?"
Sang Feiwan thought he was going to give away human skin, so he smiled and said, "The gifts from the city lord are naturally good."
Upon hearing this, Baili Duyue flicked his sleeves and stood up from the ground, then slowly extended his hand to him. The latter paused when he saw this, held his hand and used his strength to get up from the ground, but heard Baili Duyue say: "Follow me to the dungeon for a walk."
Prisoner, prisoner.
It has not been a good place since ancient times.
A dungeon made of thousand-year-old black iron was built under the Cangdu Royal City. It was used to imprison rare beasts, monsters and ghosts, so it was full of gloom and chill.
When Sang Feiwan and Baili Duyue entered the dungeon together, they saw a dark corridor. From the far end, there was a sound of sobbing and crying, mixed with the howls of wolves and the roars of various monsters. It was like purgatory on earth.
Baili Duyue's side face was covered with a layer of orange by the bonfires used for lighting on both sides. He turned his head to look at Sang Feiwan, and two clusters of dark flames appeared in his amber eyes: "How about you? Dare you go in?"
Sang Feiwan dared.
Because he wrote this dungeon.
But he felt that normal people would be afraid of this kind of place for the first time. It seemed that it was not good for him to be too calm
So Sang Feiwan had no choice but to pretend to be scared, quietly hugged Baili Duyue's shoulders, put his face against his ear, frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "City Lord, What kind of place is this and why is it so spooky?”
Baili Duyue struggled for a moment, but then calmed down: "Dungeon."
oh.
Sang Feiwan sighed: "Feiwan is kind-hearted, timid, and the most bloodthirsty person in his life."
Baili Duyue felt the bone-gnawing chill around him and the warmth coming from behind. He suddenly felt that he was on a cliff. He thought about the world and hell, and closed his eyes: "... You still have time to go back now."
Sang Feiwan smiled out of sight and raised his eyebrows slightly: "How about that? Feiwan will go wherever the city lord goes. If one person is afraid, two people will naturally not be afraid."
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and kissed Baili Duyue's red and swollen ear. It was like a dragonfly touching water, and it disappeared with just one touch.
Baili Duyue couldn't help but move the tips of his ears, like a cat: "Don't be so presumptuous."
But it has no deterrent effect.
Sang Feiwan's tone was low: "Feiwan is just afraid."
When Baili Duyue heard this, he took out a luminous pearl from the secret compartment of the wall on the side. The soft and bright light finally made the underground palace a little brighter. He allowed Sang Feiwan to hide behind him and walked step by step towards the end of the corridor. The echo of his footsteps became clearer and clearer: "You have to look here carefully and then remember this place."
Sang Feiwan: "Remember the way here?"
Baili Crossing the Moon meant something: "No, remember the cage here."
The luminous pearl has not been used for too long and is covered with a layer of dust. Baili Duyue took a breath, but did not explain anything. Instead, he talked about another matter: "This city lord adopted an injured beast in the past. After it recovered, I wanted to release it." In the mountains and wilderness, it is attached to it and refuses to leave. It follows behind it every day, and it is useless to drive it away. "
Sang Feiwan listened to his story quietly, wondering if Baili Duyue would be so kind to adopt a strange beast. It was really inconsistent with his behavior.
After Baili Duyue finished speaking, he looked at Sang Feiwan and asked aloud: "Do you know what happened to that strange beast in the end?"
Sang Feiwan: "Dead?"
Baili Duyue smiled: "No, it's not dead, it's locked here."
Step by step, he shuttled through the long corridors of the dungeon: "The city owner saw that it refused to leave, so he took good care of it and cherished it in every possible way. But who knew that the animal was inactive. One day, a passerby in the city fed him a bone, and it Peipianpidian followed that person and left without looking back... "
After Baili Duyue said this, he suddenly frowned and looked at Sang Feiwan in confusion, his eyes faintly sickly: "Tell me, if it wanted to leave in the first place, why did it stay with me and deceive everyone?" Where is the care and protection? So the city lord had to capture it and keep it in this dungeon for a few years. "
They gradually stopped in front of one of the cells. The cell door was not a railing, but an iron door made of black iron. Only a palm-sized transom was left to observe the situation inside.
Baili Duyue flipped his wrist and suddenly covered the luminous pearl with his wide sleeves, and the light in the dungeon suddenly dimmed. He spoke in a low voice in the darkness, and asked Sang Feiwan without audible emotion: "Do you want to see that strange beast?"
For some reason, he added another sentence: "If you don't want to see it, it's still too late to leave now..."
Sang Feiwan didn't move because the dungeon was empty and there was no sound of any living creature breathing.
Baili Duyue is not a kind-hearted person who adopts small animals, so naturally he is even less likely to raise any exotic beasts.
The story is false…
He was just telling Sang Feiwan that if he got close to him, if he tried to leave in the future, his end would be even worse than that alien beast.
Sang Feiwan suddenly remembered a passage from the original work:
I didn’t love much in my life, and I loved very little sincerely. Later, I was careful and paid everything to one person, only to suddenly realize that it was just a scam. So far, I have been in fear for ten years, and I will never dare to love again for the rest of my life...
Now I am alone, my love is gone, and only hatred and bitterness remain.
The cage has been prepared long ago, the poison will not kill,
I love you, I wish your life would be worse than death...
I love you,
I wish you...
Life is worse than death...
This is the love of Baili Duyue, this kind of person cannot be let down. His love is too little. If it is emptied out and deceived, all that will be left is overwhelming hatred.
"Why not?"
Sang Feiwan suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence in the dungeon. He walked quietly behind Baili Duyue, hugged him with one hand, and took the luminous pearl with the other. The moment the light burst, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the smile on his face was clear and distinct:
"Those who betray the sincerity of others are extremely heinous..."
"Those who fail the city lord will be even more guilty and worthy of death."
He held the luminous pearl, but did not immediately open the transom window to check the scene in the cell. Instead, he slowly tightened his embrace, so hard that it even hurt to hold it for a long time, and whispered in the other person's ear: "Fei Wan" I will definitely live up to the city lord in the future, and I will never leave the city lord for even a step."
Baili Duyue paused slightly.
After Sang Fei finished speaking, he opened the transom of the cell door and looked inside with the light of the night pearl. He found that in addition to the dark and cold walls, there was a floor of dry and rotten straw. There are no strange animals, no living creatures, not even ants can survive in this kind of place.
Sang Feiwan was not surprised when he saw this. He chuckled and said in a low voice, "It turns out the city lord was lying to me."
He turned Baili Duyue to face him, but saw that the other party looked stunned, his frosty white eyelashes trembled slightly, and a shadow fell under his eyes, seeming to be a little surprised by Sang Feiwan's reaction.
The degree of blackness dropped by 5 again.
Sang Feiwan quietly stared at Baili Crossing the Moon, thinking that this person was indeed easily moved. Suddenly, she leaned over uncontrollably and pecked him on the lips: "If Feiwan fails the city lord in the future, the city lord will lock me here for a year, ten years, or thousands of years, no matter what."
He didn't know why he said such things, and he hid some truth and some lies. But it was said out of nowhere.
Baili Duyue raised his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you afraid?"
Sang Feiwan smiled: "If Feiwan doesn't do anything wrong, why should he be afraid?"
After he finished speaking, he slowly stroked Baili Duyue's smooth side face, arousing bursts of itching. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his tone was beguiling: "I only hope that the city lord can do what he said, and treat that strange beast." 'Take good care of and love in every possible way."
Baili Duyue turned his head unconsciously because of the itching, and his face suddenly felt a little burning.
Sang Feiwan smiled: "Has the city lord hugged that strange beast?"
When Baili Duyue heard this, his eyelashes trembled for a moment, and he quickly understood what he meant, but he still didn't move.
Sang Feiwan looked questioningly: "?"
Seeing this, Baili Duyue hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hug him.
Sang Feiwan asked Baili Duyue again: "Has the city lord ever kissed that strange beast?"
When Baili Duyue heard this, he looked at Sang Feiwan in surprise. His frosty white hair fell down from his shoulders, like a handful of falling snow. However, the other party remained motionless, as if waiting for something. Baili Duyue had no choice but to raise his head cautiously, cover Sang Feiwan's lips, puckered lightly, and then tentatively stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue and swam across it like a snake's tail.
I remember that Sang Feiwan bit him, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.
Baili Duyue frowned and shrank back in pain. He looked up and saw Sang Feiwan staring at him playfully, with a deep smile on his lips. The profound appearance is actually a bit touching in the dark dungeon.
Sang Feiwan thought that Baili Duyue would probably be angry. But I didn't bite him intentionally, I just couldn't hold it back.
However, Baili Duyue stared at Sang Feiwan for a long time, but there was no reaction. After a moment, he took the initiative to approach Sang Feiwan again. After a moment of hesitation, he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you still want to bite...?"
Baili Duyue kissed Sang Feiwan, and then carefully explored the tingling tip of his tongue.
He is not afraid of pain...