Bodhi

In the Palace of the Undead King, there was a lot of noise in the kennel.

The maidservant of the Yellow Bird tribe lay on the rough and messy thatched bedding, with the linen quilt in front of her, which was only used to barely block the wind.

Her hand was spread out on the dirty brown quilt in a deformed posture, and the nails were filled with blood and mud. Although it looked clean on the whole, the twisted and broken wrist trembled slightly because of the pain. The slender fingers looked like a strange white coral sculpture placed in a dark room from a distance.

She listened to the noise outside the house, and there was no wave on her skinny face, completely immersed in her own imagination and painful memories.

The delicate palms that used to hold flower hairpin jade were used to hold heavy wooden barrels and hot copper pots; the melodious voice that was once tactful like golden bells, and the clansmen scrambled to take care of them was forced to sing for three days by dozens of gods Three nights, when he could no longer make a sound, he stuffed his mouth with charcoal fire; the long hair that used to be as black as ink, but now could be caught and trampled by people at will; once... once...

The golden branches and jade leaves who were once well-clothed and loved by thousands of people have now become the most humble and low-ranking prisoner.

If she hadn't decided to abandon the maid on a whim that day and go out to play privately, would she still be a rare jewel held in the palm of her parents and an innocent little girl loved and cherished by her brothers?

During countless midnight dreams, all she saw were distorted and terrifying arrogant faces under the brilliant lights, scorched and bony, laughing wildly.

"Sing, sing, and sing!"

"I...my voice is going to be hoarse...please..." She knelt on the ground, crying and begging hoarsely.That cold and sweet singing voice that can reach the sky is now weak, like a dying bird that can no longer fly, "I can't sing anymore... Please..."

The three-day banquet was like flowing water, with different clothes, and the undead gods with blackened skin and hair came and went, laughing and admiring her as if they were watching some rare animals, and she was locked in the iron cage in the center It sang continuously for three days and three nights.She sang until her throat was hoarse and her eyes were dim; she sang until her hands and feet were cold and her limbs collapsed to the ground like mud;

In a blur of consciousness, she heard the clacking sound of iron being dragged on the ground not far away.

Those men brought whips.

"I haven't finished walking, even if I can't sing anymore, let her make some noise!"

"Hit! Hit her with a whip and make her scream!"

——The beautiful bird in the cage uttered its first heart-piercing scream.

Her luxurious dress was torn, and the white and smooth bare skin under the clothes was quickly covered with bloody wounds with deep bone visible. She cried and rolled in the cage, and the new wings covered her body, To resist the cruel and merciless whipping of the outside world.But her demonic power was exhausted, and her supernatural powers were no longer there. Soon, the broken feathers mixed with blood flew all over the sky, and the wings of the light spirit that supported her to fly up to nine days were also severed, and her heartbroken wailing could almost spread throughout the Immortal Kingdom. the king's capital.

"Call again! Louder! Louder!" The royal descendants of the Immortal Kingdom were extremely excited. The blood and the scene of the humiliation of a beautiful girl made their blood boil, and they shouted and laughed almost like carnival. The world was turned upside down and chaotic. , in the sight of the last chaotic and distorted scene, she was caught out of the iron cage and fell hard in front of a pile of scorching coals——

——"I can't even bark anymore, so what's the use of keeping you!"

—— "Doesn't Wen'e hate those maidservants with high-pitched voices the most? Do something good and sell her favors!"

From that day on, she could no longer make any sound, and her tears seemed to be dried up by the hot charcoal fire, except that hatred supported her staggering walk, and pain supported her to live on in this world... She The only response to the outside world was the long black iron whip that swayed on the ground like a poisonous snake and rustled.

To be able to talk, to be able to feel pain...how wonderful...

The commotion outside continued, and the voices of the group of people followed from far to near, as if they would soon be outside her house.

The Immortal Kingdom has a strict hierarchy, the princes and nobles of this country are respected, and the people under it are surrounded by people. Visitors from other god-human kingdoms can also speak here. Only the monsters and beasts are the most humble, and everyone can trample them. Inside the kennel behind the palace.If she hadn't been given as a booty to Wen'e, she wouldn't be able to live in a room by herself.

Although this single house is also extremely dilapidated.

She turned her head slightly, and cast her empty and dull eyes on the only small window in the house that could let in bright light.

Outside it appeared to be a single person arguing with a group of people.

She heard the boy's voice vigorous and energetic, like a string of small firecrackers crackling into her window, "Why do I have to live with a few sick and consumptive ghosts! I can't live!"

The same head of the Yaozu was trembling with anger: "You don't want to die! Where do you think this is, is this still your home? This is the palace of the Immortal Kingdom, where you will lose your head if you are not careful! "

The boy ignored him and said, "I want to change the house, I want to change the house over there!"

She knew that the person in charge was also a member of the Zhuhuai Monster Clan. After the defeat in the battle, he was captured to the Immortal Kingdom, and he got to this position after struggling all the way.In addition to him, there are dozens of directors who are also members of the monster clan, dozens of chief managers and chief managers of the undead gods. The monster clan leaders are usually tolerant of these innocent juniors who are in trouble, and they will not casually punish them.

"Over there is the house where the maidservant of Her Royal Highness lives. You are crazy to want to live there!"

But the young man jumped so high that he ran into the house, "I don't care, I want to live in a clean house, and I don't want to live with sick ghosts!"

Caught off guard, the door of her room was knocked open—although that itself was not a solid creation.The young man rushed towards her with all his enthusiasm, "What, living alone in such a big house!"

The steward jumped up angrily: "Go after him! Take that kid back!"

Between the hair that was disheveled like weeds, she saw the boy's eyes were like fire, burning in a dark room, almost scalding her vision.

"Sister, why are you lying here alone?" He rushed forward and grabbed her quilt, "Your place is so clean, let me live with you!"

A group of people broke into the door immediately, swarmed up, and pinned down the boy's limbs with all hands and feet, "Get out quickly! You are not old, but you are not small!"

"Drag it out and drag it out! Don't let the big steward know!"

"Hurry up and give him a couple of mouths! Let's see if he dares to act so boldly next time, he doesn't know the rules!"

The noise and the boy's yelling gradually faded away, and her house returned to a deathly silence, except for the broken wood and straw that rolled to the ground, it seemed that no one had ever visited.

She stared at the door in a daze, her fingers trembling slowly on the quilt, slowly spreading out a crumpled brocade covered in ink.

——"I have a beautiful woman in my heart, and I will make an appointment tonight at three o'clock in the middle of the night. I will meet you in the corridor outside the kennel. Kowtow and kowtow, I hope you will show your pity."

The scorching sun at noon passed through the narrow window, reflecting impartially on the snow-white silk cloth, making her eyes hurt.

On the willow shoots on the moon, there is no wind and no clouds.

The entire kennel has fallen into a dead silence, except for the bright lights of the night patrol, there are only a few whispers flying under the silence of the night, without a breath.

Under the huge black shadow of the building, the thin figure of the maid was like a wandering lonely soul, passing lightly in the night wind.

Beside the hanging corridor, there is already a figure standing, it is the boy who broke in during the day.

He looked at the maid with clear eyes: "Since time is short, let's make a long story short."

"Sister, do you want revenge?"

He smiled, and his words were full of fatal temptation.

The servant girl suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were as hot as stars.

"The national teacher is out today, so I can sneak into the palace of the undead king to see you," the young man whispered, and at the same time stuffed a small and round jade bottle into her palm, "Just nod if you understand, if you don't agree with me Request, this bottle of poison | medicine is still given to you for self-defense... If my sister wants to leave here, I can take you away too."

The maidservant didn't even have time to hesitate, so she nodded repeatedly.

"I am a subordinate of the Dragon God's Personal Guard Army," the young man grinned, shaking his head in the moonlight, revealing the dragon horns on his forehead, "I want my sister to try to sneak into the inner room of the national teacher and watch his hidden clothes inside." Map of mountains and seas."

The maid was startled, showing an unbelievably dazed expression.

Yinglong God, Yingdi...

As far back as the legend in the ancient barbaric period, the evil star who slaughtered the gods and men of the ten kingdoms, during the thousands of years he was imprisoned, the stories about him have never stopped being circulated, and his name has never stopped being circulated. Repression is eliminated.

The monster clan and beasts of the prehistoric tribes have been waiting for him to come back.

And you are his...subordinate bodyguard?

The young man smiled mischievously at her, showing one canine tooth, and stuffed her a pearl the size of a longan, "This is a clam girl pearl, which can record all the external things it senses. If my sister promises me, I will give it to you." Give it to my sister, so that my sister can get twice the result with half the effort."

The maid gently picked up the shiny and crystal-clear pearl, looked at it carefully in the moonlight, and after a while, put it back into the boy's hand.

The young man was puzzled: "Sister... don't you want to?"

She shook her head, took the young man's hand, and stroked something word by word in his palm, every word was extremely serious and meticulous.

She opened her lips slightly, and the light in her eyes was as flexible as the most unyielding cattail grass in the world, and as resolute as the strongest rock in the world. She wrote with her heart, as if she was afraid that the young man would not understand. Condensed on this paragraph.

The boy's expression has completely changed.

He suppressed his smile, silently recited those handwriting that were as light as smoke and dust, but full of tears and blood, and finally nodded vigorously and said: "Okay, I promise my sister."

The maid let out a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

"What's your sister's name?" The young man asked again.

The maid raised his palm and scratched two words on it.

"Okay, I remember your name, Sister Wenyu." The young man smiled, "My name is Zhuyi. I will leave the palace tomorrow, and my sister is here alone, so please remember to take care of yourself."

Wen Yu nodded lightly, seeing Zhu Yi turning into a cloud of mist in the night, drifting away to an unknown distance.

On the second day, she heard from the officer in charge that the slave who did not abide by the palace rules yesterday was beaten to death and thrown out by those masters.

Wen Yu clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, moved his lips silently, and looked towards the far north.

Father, mother, elder brother, younger brother... She will come home sooner or later, but not now.

She straightened her withered hair, pushed open the door, and followed the bustling palace servants like a torrent to the main hall.

There, the person who put the shackles on her was still shaking his whip, waiting impatiently for countless servants and maidservants to kneel and kowtow to serve her, waiting for countless costumes and jewels to be presented one by one from the thousand layers of jade steps. superior.

Please wait for me, the noble princess of the Immortal Kingdom... and the noble descendants of the Immortal Kingdom.

The sun is rising in the distance, and the scorching sun sheds thousands of dazzling rays of light, reflecting everyone who walks in the world.

——The endless long summer is coming, this is the favorite season of the immortal people, the fresh fruits of Beishan Mountain, the spring of Nanling Mountain, the game gold of Jinli Mountain, the birds, beasts and wine of Gongli Mountain, and the sharks from all over the world Seafood, pearls and corals...all have to be sent to the capital of the Immortal Kingdom in a steady stream, for the owner here to enjoy.

Wen Yu looked up at the front and couldn't help laughing.