I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Jian Chao Valley, Feng Yuejiao.

The biting cold wind blew by, but there was still orderly chaos here.

Some leaders brutally whipped the "animals" who were helpless to fight back, and the drug slaves who tested the medicine went crazy, convulsed, and died without warning at any time and at any time.

Xiao Yang passed by these people boredly, his palms trembling and sweating.

These scenes always reminded him of some bad memories from his childhood, and he was instinctively afraid and disgusted.

It was just that he was not the one suffering today, which made him relieved.

After Feng Yue finished draining blood from the pharmacy where he practiced Gu, he came out with hasty steps and his face was a little pale.

When Xiao Yang saw someone, he asked him directly, "Why don't you take my blood? What on earth did you ask me to do?"

Xiao Yang has been here for more than a month, and he thought he would be tortured like he did when he was a child. But the scene he imagined never happened once. On the contrary, Feng Yue actually entertained him with delicious food and drinks, and never took his blood once.

Hearing this, Feng Yue smiled at him and said, "Is the woman last night still to your liking?"

Xiao Yang frowned, "She will die!"

"You don't have to be afraid of her death. I have an inexhaustible supply of women here." Feng Yue said lightly, her words cold.

"I don't need it." Xiao Yang glanced at Feng Yue with disgust.

"All men need women, why can't we? When you come to me, I will make you like a man and have everything you should have. Forget what Prince Ning taught you." Feng Yue sneered.

Xiao Yang was speechless, "I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Don't Prince Ning also enjoy the woman of your dreams?"

When Xiao Yang heard this, the veins on his forehead jumped, "Shut your mouth, or I'll kill you."

"Prince Ning made conditions for you, and he must have a plan. But I am different. I have no plans. I just think that we should enjoy all this. I am also a prince!" Feng Yue said lightly.

Xiao Yang sneered, "You are so ridiculous. The Southern Barbarian King has never acknowledged you. What sweet dream are you dreaming about?"

"It's my birthday tomorrow. According to the rules of the Southern Barbarians, a warrior needs to tie my forehead belt and tattoo a totem on me to be considered a prince of the Southern Barbarians. You will be my warrior."

Xiao Yang: "..."

Feng Yue's soliloquy left Xiao Yang speechless, but then he understood, "Is this why you went to all the trouble to get me?"

Feng Yue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "What else?"

Xiao Yang found it ironic and funny, "I am not a Nanman warrior, and you are not a Nanman prince."

"I am." Feng Yue was very sure.

"You're not." Xiao Yang was more certain than him.

"I am."

"..."

Xiao Yang didn't know why he was obsessed with this matter. He thought it was funny, but at the same time he felt depressed, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The next day, Feng Yue had indeed prepared everything, and even forced Xiao Yang to change into the costume of a Nanman warrior.

Xiao Yang put it on, speechlessness written all over his face. He remembered that they were locked in a room when they were children.

The dark room only had a ray of light left through the skylight.

Feng Yue was two years younger than him, and was still not used to the environment of Yaonu Cave. She cried and cried all day long, and shouted, "I am a little prince, and my father is the King of the Southern Barbarians. If anyone cuts me with a knife again, I will definitely let my father kill you!"

The little Xiao Yang was irritated by his noise, so he had to coax him, "Your father will definitely come to save you, please stop crying."

Feng Yue nodded like she was pounding garlic, "Yeah, I won't lie to you, I am really a prince. When my father comes to pick me up, I will take you out with me."

Xiao Yang also believed it, and he was more or less expecting that he was really a prince, and that his father would really come to pick him up and leave this ghost place.

Xiao Yang imitated the way those people knelt before the Southern Barbarian King, and also knelt down and saluted Feng Yue, calling him prince.

The two weaved the grass on the ground into a ring, used it as a crown, and put it on Feng Yue's head. Feng Yue was very happy.

The two waited for someone to rescue them, but unfortunately no one came.

Now, when Xiao Yang thinks back on these memories, he still finds something interesting that he didn't notice at the time.

It was just playing house when I was a child. Why am I still playing this kind of house now that I have grown up?

Feng Yue was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. It seemed that he had been waiting for this day. He had been waiting since the day his mother told him that he was a prince.

Xiao Yang wanted to laugh at Feng Yue's naivety and stupidity, but he couldn't say it for some reason.

It's just playing house, let's play with him once, it's boring anyway.

Feng Yue summoned everyone from Feng Yue Sect to witness his ceremony.

Under the spotlight, Xiao Yang's naked upper body and face were covered with various colors of paint, and his head was tied with a forehead band, just like those respected warriors of the Southern Barbarians.

Xiao Yang watched Feng Yue go up the steps, his eyes filled with excitement.

Maybe for him, this is not just playing house.

Xiao Yang's heart was inexplicably bewitched. Unknowingly, he began to take it seriously, and his back straightened up.

The people around him began to roar, and the sound was so loud that Feng Yue's mood became even more high-spirited.

Xiao Yang stepped forward and slowly tied the forehead band on him while everyone cheered.

At that moment, Xiao Yang saw the smile on Feng Yue's face, like a child getting a beloved thing, sincere.

Feng Yue looked up to the sky and laughed, taking off her shirt despite the biting cold wind. On his back is a tiger totem, which in the South symbolizes warriors. Only a prince who becomes a warrior is qualified to inherit the throne.

Feng Yue seemed to have gained something, and urged Xiao Yang to give him a tattoo with great interest.

Xiao Yang didn't understand his happiness, but he did it anyway.

The needles penetrated his skin bit by bit, and Feng Yue didn't tremble at all.

Xiao Yang couldn't help but think of the "little prince" when he was a child, who would roll on the floor in pain after taking blood. Now, to him, this level of pain is just like an ant crawling over him.

Feng Yue lay on her stomach very quietly until the totem on her back was completed.

In this way, it is considered a ceremony.

For the whole day that followed, Feng Yue acted very happy, and the smile on her face said she was satisfied.

Xiao Yang felt that he was so stupid. Even though everything was fake, he could still be so happy.

But he always felt sour, itchy, and uncomfortable. I don't know why, but this feeling doesn't feel like pity, sentimentality, or disgust.

On the contrary, it seems that he is envious of something.

Xiao Yang couldn't tell why he envied him, but it was so heart-breaking that he had insomnia for several days.

Can't figure it out.

Can't figure it out.

I can't figure it out at all.

Just like that, Xiao Yang laughed at Feng Yue's stupidity while looking for something in him.

Xiao Yang has lost count. This is the first few days he has been miserable. The days here are simply nothing.

Even the prince's instructions only contained one word: "Wait."

He couldn't sleep, and he even felt like he was being raised as an animal for food, waiting to be slaughtered one day.

Feng Yue was extremely benevolent to him, meeting all his requests, and even sent him beautiful women from time to time, saying they were to relieve his boredom, but Xiao Yang refused them all.

It's not that he's not interested in women, it's just that he knows the consequences, so he doesn't dare and doesn't want to harm others.

It's just that some desires are difficult to calm down once they are aroused, not to mention the temptations that come one after another.

On the verge of losing his sanity, Xiao Yang kept thinking of Meng Ying and Bai Zhi in his mind.

If he did such a thing, would the two of them still look at him as usual?

Such consequences made Xiao Yang terrified. There was nothing more desperate in the world.

So he fearfully blocked all desires with a huge psychological burden.

That was something he shouldn't think about.