Baili Duyue didn't say anything. He sat on the bed, raised his hand and touched the slender golden iron chain on Sang Feiwan's wrist, and gently pulled it, as if to confirm whether it was strong enough. When he found that he couldn't pull it apart, he let it go with satisfaction. He let the delicate chain, which looked like an ornament, slowly slide down from his slender fingertips.
The chain that even the masters of the Heavenly God Realm cannot tear apart is indeed strong enough.
Sang Feiwan had instinctively sensed the danger. Baili Duyue would never lock him up for no reason. Could it be that he still suspected that he would betray him
When Sang Feiwan thought about this, he subconsciously looked at the display screen that popped up from the system, and saw that it clearly displayed Baili Duyue's current degree of blackening: 98.
98? ! !
Even if a blind person came, he couldn't say with a clear conscience that this degree of evil is not high. This is definitely on the verge of destroying the world, okay? !
That night in the dungeon, Baili Duyue's degree of blackening had soared to 99. After Qian Jiangyue's death, it barely dropped to 1.
The blackness level only dropped by 1 after the mother died, what kind of concept is this? ?
Sang Feiwan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that it would be unacceptable if he didn't die a hundred times. He subconsciously looked at Baili Duyue: "City Lord..."
"Sh ...
Baili Duyue suddenly raised her hand to her lips, signaling him to be quiet and not to speak: "I know what you want to say."
Sang Feiwan froze: "..."
Is… is that so
Baili Duyue suddenly smiled, very gently, but his eyes were filled with endless gloom. He whispered in Sang Feiwan's ear: "How could I bear to lock you up in a dungeon, where you have to live with snakes, insects, rats and ants all day long? How can a barren place compare to this place with its carved beams and painted pillars, splendid clothes and delicious food?"
After he finished speaking, he slowly leaned forward, then closed his eyes and kissed Sang Feiwan's forehead. His frosty white hair quietly slid down, his lips were slightly cool, and his breath was also cold. Although his temperament had changed drastically, his movements were still clumsy and ignorant as before.
Touch and leave.
Sang Feiwan felt that there must be some misunderstanding here, and it would be too late if he didn't explain it: "My feelings towards the city lord have never changed..."
"It doesn't matter anymore." Baili Duyue said, "It doesn't matter anymore."
His slender fingertips landed on Sang Feiwan's wrist, then slowly tightened, stroking the cold chain until it was touched by his body temperature and gradually became warm. He then whispered word by word: "This is the most important thing."
He didn't want to think about what the trapped beast in the cage was feeling, nor did he care whether the trapped beast loved him or hated him. He just needed to make sure that the trapped beast would always stay by his side and could not leave.
That's all.
Baili Duyue thought this was a good idea. Everyone in the world is trapped by love, some go crazy and become a disaster, some die young, even he was trapped in the beginning. In fact, why bother so much, just keep the person by your side, you can only leave when you die...
No, even if you die you can't leave.
Even if they are dead, their bodies should be turned into ashes and buried together, so that no one can separate them...
Sang Feiwan realized something a little late. In fact, although Qian Jiangyue died that night in the dungeon, it did not solve the knot in Baili Duyue's heart. On the contrary, the other party only felt that it was difficult for true love to remain in the world, making it even more difficult for his already crooked mind to return to the right path.
Baili Duyue has no friends. His only relative in the world is dead. The only person who is still close to him is himself, but he is also suspected of betrayal. Sang Feiwan can't find another person who is as lonely as Baili Duyue.
Sang Feiwan's voice was inevitably hoarse due to his injuries. He smiled, but the affection in his eyes remained unchanged: "Even if the city lord doesn't lock me up, I will not leave him even a step."
"Yeah?"
Baili Duyue only uttered these two words without any emotion, and then there was no further words.
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan moved slightly, and the chain on his wrist also made a sound. Baili Duyue noticed his movement and looked over: "Don't struggle, these are shackles made of melted dense crystal gold. Without the key, even I can't break it. It's futile to struggle any further, and you will only hurt yourself."
Sang Feiwan naturally wouldn't provoke him at this time. After hearing this, he paused and was unexpectedly easy to talk to: "Okay, I won't struggle anymore."
He lay on the bed, staring at Baili Duyue's thin figure. He felt that he had lost a lot of weight. Suddenly, he slowly stretched out his hands to him and whispered, "Come here, let me hug you."
Sang Feiwan did not make the loud noise that Baili Duyue had imagined, nor did he become hysterical and swear as he had imagined. He lay on the bed, seemingly just sleeping as usual, and now lazily stretched out his hands, wanting to hold Baili Duyue in his arms.
Baili Duyue narrowed his eyes and stared at Sang Feiwan without saying anything. His expression finally changed slightly, and he looked a little doubtful. Sang Feiwan's reaction after waking up was too calm, so calm that it made people feel that there seemed to be some conspiracy behind it.
In fact, there was no conspiracy. Sang Feiwan just wrote pornographic stories before, and the prisoner love plot appeared too many times, so he prepared himself mentally for several years in advance.
Of course, he never thought that he would use it one day.
The first rule of escaping from a small dark room: touch the other person's fur smoothly and never stimulate them. When necessary, you can kiss and hug them to give them a sense of security and make them believe that you will not leave.
Seeing that Baili Duyue did not react, Sang Feiwan simply reached out and held the other person's hand, then exerted a little force and pulled the person into his arms.
Baili Duyue didn't know how to react. His body was as stiff as a stone and he couldn't relax no matter what.
Sang Feiwan hugged Baili Duyue and gently stroked his back, trying to make him relax. At the same time, he placed dense and gentle kisses on Baili Duyue's ears, and slowly expressed his longing in a hoarse and low voice: "Feiwan misses the city lord, does the city lord miss Feiwan?"
Sang Feiwan was telling the truth, he seemed to really miss Baili Duyue. He couldn't help thinking of her miserable appearance in the dungeon, and her scarlet eyes full of hatred, just like the teeth marks on his wrist, deep and painful.
People like Sang Feiwan really need to be hurt once before they will learn their lesson.
Baili Duyue couldn't help but tense up for a moment when he heard this, and he closed his eyes silently without saying anything. In fact, he was no longer willing to believe anything, especially the sweet words from Sang Feiwan. At first, it sounded like sugar to his ears, but now that the undercover was exposed, it became arsenic that harmed people.
He told himself not to listen to anything and not to believe anything, especially from Sang Feiwan.
However, Sang Feiwan seemed unwilling to let him go. She whispered soft words in his ear, self-blamingly and sincerely: "The city lord must still blame me for being Fu Yuhao's spy, right? But I had no choice at the beginning. Later, I fell in love with the city lord and didn't want to harm him..."
They didn't know when their bodies slowly changed, up and down, just like they used to like hugging and kissing on the bed, very intimate.
Sang Feiwan used his fingertips to lift a strand of white hair on Baili Duyue's shoulder. Seeing that the other party had closed his eyes and his eyelashes were trembling, he leaned over to kiss him and whispered pitifully, "Feiwan feels distressed when he sees the city lord injured. How can he bear to hurt the city lord?"
"In Fei Wan's heart, the City Lord is a million times better. How can he be compared to Fu Yuhao and his ilk?"
Sang Feiwan lowered his head and kissed Baili Duyue's lips, biting them gently, causing a trembling and numb feeling. Baili Duyue finally managed to pull out a bit of consciousness, and tried to push him away in panic, but Sang Feiwan grabbed his wrist forcefully, and held him in his arms gently but firmly: "Be good, don't move..."
Sang Feiwan didn't care about the clanking shackles on his wrists at all. He held Baili Duyue's face and kissed her intently and affectionately, slowly suppressing her slight struggle.
Baili Duyue could even feel the coldness of the iron chain scraping against his skin when Sang Feiwan held his cheek. He was a little worried that this was a delaying tactic by the other party in order to escape, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not push Sang Feiwan away, so he could only watch himself drown in despair.
That was a very sad feeling...
It's like when you see a bouquet of flowers and try to reach out and pick some, but because you've been pricked by them before, you never dare to try again, fearing that the thorns are poisonous and will hurt you again.
He didn't dare to reach out...
I really don’t dare…
Sang Feiwan slowly ran his five fingers through Baili Duyue's frosty hair. He suddenly thought of Qian Jiangyue. He quietly pressed his forehead against his, nose to nose, and finally whispered three words: "Don't be sad..."
He seemed to be able to see through the deep emotions and sadness in Baili Duyue's heart: "And me, Duyue, you still have me..."
This sentence pierced Baili Duyue's heart and lungs, causing him to feel a stab in his heart. He suddenly couldn't control his head and his eyes turned red. He grabbed Sang Feiwan's collar and turned over to press him down. The calm mask on his face finally showed a crack, and he gritted his teeth and questioned word by word: "Sang Feiwan, who told you that I was sad?! Huh?!"
The hand that Baili Duyue grasped onto Sang Feiwan's collar was shaking, veins popping out on the back of his hand, tears nearly fell from his red eyes, but a sick low laugh escaped from his throat, as if the madman from before had returned: "Fu Yujin has long been dead, and I am now the only master of the Heavenly God Realm in Cloud Realm, and also the only Emperor in Cloud Realm!"
"Sang Feiwan, I have everything now, magic, glory, power, and the kingdom. Why do you feel sorry for me? Why should I be sad?!"
Hot tears fell on Sang Feiwan's face, causing him to frown and close his eyes subconsciously, as if he was severely burned by something.
Baili Duyue seems to have everything now, but also seems to have nothing.
After Qian Jiangyue's death, he truly lost all his relatives, and Sang Feiwan was the only one he could trust.
But the other party deceived him...
He was deceived...
Baili Duyue didn't know which of Sang Feiwan's words were true and which were false. Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of the rope for ten years. He couldn't bring himself to kill the other person, so he had to use the iron chain as a cage to trap him. Little did he know that he was imprisoned by the iron chain, and he was also trapped in it.
Sang Feiwan did not move. He stared at Baili Duyue quietly. Seeing that he was laughing, he finally calmed down after laughing until he had no more strength left.
There was a moment of silence in the air, and smoke curled up in the hall.
Baili Duyue seemed to have lost his soul, and slowly lowered his eyes to look at Sang Feiwan. His eyes were slightly red, his face was pale, and he looked lost. After the madness, he was just a deceived and wronged child.
His eyes were red, and he spoke word by word in a trembling voice: "Sang Feiwan, you lied to me..."
He felt like he was betrayed by the person he trusted the most. His eyes were red and he felt as if the sky was falling. He finally asked the question that he had not been able to ask in the dungeon that day: "How could you lie to me..."
Since you have lied, how much of the love you expressed before was genuine
Sang Feiwan frowned upon seeing this, as if something was pulling at his heart. He couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away the tears on Baili Duyue's cheek, then he used some strength to press the other person into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Baili Duyue struggled violently, and Sang Feiwan tightened his grip a little more, just like the iron chain on his wrist, trapping him tightly.
Baili Duyue's body was shaking as if she was crying, and her hot tears fell on Sang Feiwan's neck, making it feel cold.
"Don't cry,"
Sang Feiwan acted like he was coaxing a child. He hugged Baili Duyue tightly, stroking her back, then he bowed his head and admitted his fault in a gentle voice, willingly admitting his fault: "I won't lie to you next time, never again."
Sang Feiwan suddenly felt like a loser. Although he had never gambled with anyone, he seemed to have lost all the chips in his hand because he couldn't bear to see Baili Duyue cry and he softened his heart again and again.