This began a long period of cold violence and imprisonment.
There is no food, no heat source, and no light. Only one person is isolated in the closed darkness. Despair is enough to drive people crazy.
Rong Huan desperately tried to sense the power that should be abundant in his body, but in the end it was a useless effort. After changing his soul and entering the body of Nanming Suzaku, the use of power has already become like his every breath. It is a natural instinct that does not require learning or thinking. But here, everything is calm, and the restless force that jumps at any time seems to suddenly become tired and lazily fall into an endless sleep.
He knew he had to find another way. He also tried to explore the environment he was in in the dark. The cold, damp stone walls, filled with water vapor, seemed to be a cave deep underground. He made up his mind to find an underground river that might exist nearby. He walked along the stone wall step by step. Suddenly one of his feet fell into the cold and bitter water. He quickly retreated and carefully lay down by the water's edge to test the flow with his hands. He turned in the direction, only to find that this was clearly a deep and silent pool. The water temperature was horribly low. He tentatively dropped a few drops on the tip of his tongue. It was bitter and astringent, with an extremely fishy and salty taste, which made people even more surprised.
The way forward was declared blocked. He stepped back and hit a dead wall with no gaps. He finally had nothing to do. If Yue Mian really never came back, he would be trapped alive in the end.
It's ridiculous. When the mood comes up, he can even bravely kill someone at the neck. But if he is really given the freedom to commit suicide at any time, he can't be so cruel and always clings to a vague hope. Also, if he really looked forward to death, why would he rather abandon the human body and occupy that lonely position in Jinglian City for more than three thousand years?
Rong Huan curled up in the cloud quilt and was forced to look at himself idly. In the end, he had no choice but to admit that indeed, kings often forced themselves to maintain their dignity and could not bow their heads in the face of death, but at the same time, the paradox was that they were actually sure of their own fate. More valuable than anyone else.
Worse conditions are yet to come. I don't know how much time passed, but he gradually felt difficulty breathing while being hungry and cold. This ghost place was probably completely closed, and the air was being consumed by the breathing of a living person like him. It seems that he thought the way of his death was too monotonous. The emperor who was suffocated to death in an unknown cave could probably be passed down as a classic joke in future generations... That's not right. Dying here would not be possible at all. No one knows how he died...
His consciousness gradually blurred due to lack of oxygen and heat loss, and warm yellow light was suddenly captured by his lax pupils. At first he thought it was just an illusion, but the figure of the girl holding the lantern was vague, like the last straw for a drowning person who was about to drown. Yue Mian slowly walked towards him, and finally stopped three feet away from him. She looked down at the extremely weak and beautiful young man, and the halo cast a layer of gold on her face, like a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows. , so gentle, but no longer making any movements.
She was waiting for him to take the initiative to show weakness, using the most inhumane way to tame him. Repeatedly, he would eventually become docile and become a plaything in her palm.
Rong Huan stood up with difficulty, and the cloud quilt slipped from his body, revealing a large area of jade-colored skin. The only remaining clothes he had long ago were too wet to wear when Yue Mian threw them to the ground. Now only his long hair was scattered around. In front of the body, there is a looming cover. He stepped on the cold and wet ground, staggered a step, and finally stumbled towards her.
Yue Mian reached out and hugged the boy who was too weak to stand. Her whole body was filled with warm and fresh air, and the warmth coming from the skin under the gauze was even more valuable to him. He arched his body, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath.
Yue Mian didn't touch him like she did before. She even only stayed here for a moment and disappeared with light in the blink of an eye. There was enough air in the cave again, but other than that, nothing had improved.
It was another long wait in captivity. The long-term lack of water tortured him to the verge of collapse. Yue Mian came over. She opened the bamboo tube in front of him, took a sip of water, then flipped her wrist and poured all the remaining water onto the ground. She sat on the edge of the bed, reached over with one hand, and touched his chapped lips with her fingertips.
Her temptation was obvious. This was originally a method used by brothel girls to flirt with their patrons. She didn't know where she learned it. But when she did it in this scene, there was no charm at all, only cold intimidation.
Rong Huan was not stubborn. He weakly put his arms around her neck. She held her back and sat up. He leaned towards the girl's cherry mouth and took the initiative to stick out the tip of his tongue to invite her in. He poured the clear sweet spring into his mouth. At that moment, he couldn't control himself and sucked hard, so the door was wide open, allowing the girl to attack the city arrogantly. The water flowed down along the corners of their lips. If he hadn't been so intruded by her that he almost couldn't breathe, this would have happened. I don't know when the kiss will stop.
She stood up, and before she was about to leave, she was held by the young man on the bed. While arranging the messy hair on his forehead, he gasped and whispered, I promise you, I will promise you whatever you want...
Yue Mian looked at him deeply, then pulled off his weak hand and disappeared again.
She coveted him, but she no longer trusted him.
In the cold darkness, Rong Huan fell back on the bed exhausted. His current condition was very bad. Nanming Zhuque's body was stronger than ordinary people, but after losing his strength, he was just a mortal. He put the back of his numbed hands against his forehead, trying to lower the scalding temperature. This was the natural result of long periods of low temperature and hunger. He had to hold on to his consciousness and suffered in pain.
But at that time, his eyes were as calm as a frozen pool in winter.
After the moon sleep, it appeared three times one after another, and the interval between each time and the next was lengthening. Rong Huan first had to use mouth-to-mouth transfer again to draw the most basic water source from her mouth. This time, the price was to let the little demon girl kiss her for a long time and unscrupulously. In the series of warm and moist kisses, he He shivered at the touch and curled up his toes. He no longer suppressed himself. In the low gasps and intermittent moans, he noticed that the little witch lying on his body was obviously excited.
The second time, he fell into a semi-conscious state due to a high fever. The little demon girl was lying next to him. He tried to turn over and hugged her tightly against him. This was an intimate gesture, but he had ulterior motives in his arms. For the little witch, it was like opening the door for her to take advantage of him. In a daze, he didn't know how much he had been taken advantage of. There is only a vague lingering hallucination. The warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms at that moment is like embracing spring in a dream for a patient who has been in low temperature for a long time.
The whole night of snuggling seemed to make the little demon girl become more tender. Before leaving this time, she held his thin cheeks, pried his lips apart and pushed a pill over with the tip of her tongue. The medicine of cultivating the world was like a rejuvenation elixir for this common disease. In just a few breaths, Rong Huan's high fever subsided quickly, and at the same time, the physical strength consumed by hunger was restored.
He thought that the boiling of frogs in warm water was finally coming to an end, but he soon felt a strange burning sensation, as if there were countless ants crawling all over his body. He still didn't understand the weirdness in that pill!
He was so tortured by the pain that he wanted to scold his mother. This witch was indeed not the most cruel, only more cruel! !
Desire that has nowhere to vent is like poison that corrodes bones. Even if he tries to free himself again and again, even if his face becomes so flushed that he loses all strength, the next wave of medicine will only come faster and more violently.
The last time, Yue Mian waited for nearly twelve hours before reappearing.
At that time, he had half collapsed and tried to use the low temperature of the deep pool water to calm the churning sea of fire in his body. He even had one foot immersed in the biting pool water. Just like this, the knife-like coldness had frozen his teeth. Shivering, you can imagine the price of this kind of "fighting fire with fire". If he jumped in completely, he might not have the strength to float up at all.
At this moment, the light lit up behind him, and the girl wrapped in gauze stood slim and graceful behind him. She walked towards him gracefully, and her every breath and every breath was felt by his incredibly sensitive skin.
The little demon girl clearly didn't need to breathe, she did it on purpose.
Rong Huan slowly turned around and met her gaze. He could clearly see her golden-red vertical pupils. The ferocious beast had repeatedly tortured and played with its prey, and now it was finally about to eat it.
But Yue Mian still didn't make any next move. It seemed that she had initially gotten rid of the barbaric taste of hard coercion, and was enjoying the active sacrifice of her prey.
Rong Huan's breathing became heavier and heavier. Maybe if he just jumped into the deep pool behind, she would let him die like this.
The girl quietly admired the beautiful boy who was tortured by the drug. He was now extremely weak, and he was afraid that he would fall to the ground like a puddle of spring water with just a slight push. The same humiliation as a few days ago was staged. What should he choose now?
The young man gasped with blurred eyes, and his long hair was wet and stuck to his broad shoulders and narrow hips. The pride of ruling the world seemed to have been shattered. He knelt down to the Demon Emperor and kissed her bare feet. She was still everything. She looked like she was letting him go, as if she wanted to see how far he could go to compromise.
He was speechless and could only continue. Yue Mian finally reacted. Later, she even started to tremble uncontrollably, which was not like the behavior of a veteran in Fengyue Field. This actually gave him a slight sense of psychological superiority.
However, this self-comfort was quickly shattered. He only felt a sharp pain in his scalp. The little demon girl roughly grabbed his long hair, lifted him up, and threw him onto the bed. The instant impact made his There was a feeling of dizziness in the back of her head, but she was already on top.
Since ancient times, when yin and yang intersect, women have always been the objectively weaker party. At this point, the artificially created demon fully embodies the "violation of natural principles". Her violent nature gives her a strong instinct. Once she really acts, she must be the dominant one. But with no desire, no experience, and an overwhelming strength advantage, the person who endures her will definitely suffer a lot.
Rong Huan, who was grabbed by the girl's neck and pressed hard on the bed, tightly grasped the silk fabric under his body, and the veins on his arms swelled. Now that he thought about it, he was still grateful for the pill mixed with unknown ingredients. If the emptiness and desire flowing through his body hadn't magnified the joy mixed with pain, this would have been a complete execution.
The next day, Rong Huan was awakened by the dazzling lights. A huge chandelier of bronze chandelier appeared above the cave wall in front of him. The oil in the lamp diffused a delicate fragrance under the swaying candlelight. It was the fish oil refined from the skin of the tong fish, which can burn for hundreds of years. Such an oil lamp was still burning for hundreds of years. The cave walls on both sides stretched all the way to the vicinity of the deep pool, illuminating the space on the other side. The depressive feeling caused by the blindness was suddenly reduced a lot, and even the cold and dampness was replaced by the appropriate warmth and dryness. Instead, the inhumane environment here finally improved.
The little demon girl changed him to a larger and more comfortable carved sandalwood bed. The emerald quilt curtains on the bed faintly revealed a warm fragrance. In addition, a dressing table, a gold washbasin, a picture screen... and even decorative pianos, swords, and hanging bottles were all placed lively. It makes people doubt that she has emptied the boudoir of some famous lady.
Rong Huan didn't need to do anything. There was a wooden bathtub in the cave that could automatically produce hot water. He just had to take a bath with incense every day and wait for the little enchantress to come back. The time of her return was often unpredictable, and he would sometimes smell a faint trace of blood on her body, perhaps because she had just finished looking for food. She doesn't stay all night every time. She often leaves in a hurry after finishing her work. To her, Rong Huan is more like a brothel's leading lady. She is a free and easy prodigal in the world, and he Then she was forced to remain still, treating her occasional stay as a watch.
Sometimes the little witch would have some weird interests. At first, she brought back boxes of clothing worth thousands of gold, but the materials were all loose and semi-permeable gauze. She wanted Rong Huan to wear these and couldn't cover anything. The living things were dangling in front of her, and she didn't even take them off when walking. Obviously, this temptation of still holding the pipa and half covering her face excited a young girl like her even more.
Rong Huan cooperated without saying a word, allowing her to play more and more, silently enduring her endless tricks, and even actively catering to her. His bottomless self-abasement gradually made Yue Mian feel relieved. Gradually, she began to meet some of Rong Huan's innocuous "little requests", such as changing the spices in the incense burner to ambergris, which was only allowed to be used by the royal family in the past. The tea was changed to Haixi's Golden Light Rock Tea, and she even brought back some expensive small magic tools that could only be used to relieve boredom... Her power allowed her to easily obtain anything in the world, and she was very interested in him. Just like an owner being generous to a pet that he loves for a while.
Rong Huan took advantage of Yue Mian's departure to dismantle all the magic weapons she brought back. As expected, this little enchantress didn't know how to use magic weapons. Those seemingly harmless gadgets actually hid a lot of deadly magic weapons. part. But the final result was disappointing. Even if magical weapons with other uses were put together, he tried in every possible way, but in the end he could only accept his fate - his current body could not use a trace of spiritual power to drive them. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he had to carefully put the things back together.
And the worse development was yet to come. The number of Yue Mian's visits to him began to decrease. At first, he was nervously observing whether he had exposed himself, but later he realized that it was just the little demon girl herself who was treating him. Interest began to wane.
Even the most peerless beauty admitted to the palace will have a day when her grace will fade, not to mention she is such a demon with no humanity in her bones?
Rong Huan closed his eyes, so what is the outcome of "wanting sex and relaxing love"? Will this dark place of imprisonment be his future grave?
His emotions became more and more unstable as he was imprisoned and suppressed without seeing the sun. Realizing this, he cried and laughed crazily in the empty cave for a long time, tore off all those gorgeous and expensive clothes, and lost the meteorite from the sky. With such strength, he would soon tire of even losing his temper. Finally, he slowly raised his head. In the bright bronze mirror, the man's hair was messy and his face was gloomy. He looked very much like the resentful women in the palace in the past.
He trembled, reached out and hurriedly closed the bronze mirror. He couldn't allow himself to look like that. He forced himself to return to a calm state. After a sleepless night, he slowly carved four words in his heart——
Focus on the heart
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
Endless dog food 10 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
