Castle Peak with rain

The clothes on the man were blood red.

A collar of mixed leather and metal was worn around the neck.

Not only is the belt made of the same material, but there is also a metal chain hanging from it.

This is a very uncomfortable looking clothes, not to mention any beautiful clothes.

But wearing it on this man's body did not damage his glamorous face in the slightest.

The man woke up from a coma, not knowing where he was.

His mind was still dizzy and not quite sober, but he saw the woman in front of him.

Her clothes were also blood red.

Decorated with collars and metal chains like the men.

A round face that looks sweet and lovely, and the eyes are even more lovely because of their round eyes.

It's the way men are infatuated.

The man called out her name with some doubts because he didn't understand the situation.

"... Xuexue?"

"Hey Xu."

The woman sat beside him, smiled seductively, leaned over, pressed against him, and stroked his face.

"do you like me?"

The man said: "I like it very much."

The woman smiled satisfied after hearing the words: "Then, from now on," she straightened up and grabbed the chain under the man's belt, "you are my slave."

Yao Haixu's eyes were clouded, as if he didn't understand the meaning of what the woman said.

Or they didn't take the words seriously.

He just asked, "Where is this?"

There was a strange light in the woman's eyes.

Both cold and frenzied.

The former is cold to the world.

The latter is a craze for blood red.

"Dihua Palace."

she replied coldly.

"The palace of the holy religion."

"Holy religion...?"

Yao Haixu narrowed his eyes, trying hard to remember.

The woman's outfit looks familiar.

Plus the so-called "holy religion" in her mouth.

Yao Haixu finally recovered from his drowsiness.

His sanity was clear for a moment, allowing him to say the correct answer to the three words "Red Clothes Sect".

The woman laughed happily when she heard these three words.

In his hand, he held a sachet that Yao Haixu had always carried with him.

When her subordinates were changing Yao Haixu's clothes, they took them off and handed them to her.

Aromatic and irresistible.

What is contained in the sachet is not a family secret secret spice to refresh the mind and ward off evil spirits.

It is a high-level hallucinogen made by the Holy Religion, which can subtly confuse the mind of the wearer with the passage of time, making the other party fascinated by her and obedient.

And for Yao Haixu, who seemed to be fascinated by her, it was even easier to successfully achieve his goal.

Plus the anesthetic she put in the meal at the tea shop.

In this way, people were brought back to Dihua Palace.

Originally, what she wanted was that Tiance Zhang Junran.

It's a pity that Zhang Junran couldn't fall for her.

Then this Qixiu disciple is also good.

He is younger than Zhang Junran and more obedient than Zhang Junran, so he is easy to control and has great training value.

In terms of strength, perhaps Zhang Junran is the better one at present.

But it is also enough to meet the requirements of the holy religion and be used by the holy religion.

What's more, it's just for now.

Maybe she will make a contribution because of this, and be one step closer to the position of elder.

"I'm a member of the Red Clothes Sect, don't you like me?"

Shan Xuexue asked in a pitiful and soft voice with the voice that Yao Haixu once praised and still found pleasant.

The answer was as she expected.

Yao Haixu shook his head weakly because of the dual effects of hallucinogens and anesthetics.

Softly said: "Xuexue, I can't help but like you."

Even if—

Yao Haixu saw the red hexagram pattern painted on the ground.

Like the imprint and call of hell.

—Even if you want to send him to hell, he will not turn back.

Huang Zihong's father and mother were the first disciples of Wanhua Valley.

When the husband and wife entered the valley, Huang Zihong was nine years old.

At that time, even the chess king's salary had not yet been paid.

It wasn't until the seven sages entered the valley one after another that Huang Zihong's father was recognized as a disciple of the chess sage, and he had the name "Xingyi".

By then, he had been dead for several years.

That was about 11 years ago.

The year after Huang Zihong's parents brought their son to visit Wanhua Valley, Huang Zihong lost his father and mother before he was ten years old.

The mother was later placed under Hua Shengyu Qing's family, under the name "Fangzhu".

The names of his father and mother, as well as Huang Zihong's own, were written in black and white on the dense list of disciples.

But those two names, except for Huang Zihong, maybe no one will notice them again.

Except for Huang Zihong, no one would remember what happened to an insignificant Wanhua disciple 11 years ago.

None of this matters, and it's okay.

Not important, not important.

Personal misfortune does not necessarily drag the entire sect into trouble.

At least that's how it looks from Wanhua's side.

However, Changgemen is quite different.

Because it was Changge's disciple who killed his father, in Huang Zihong's view, the Changgemen were dragged into the water.

It was funny, yes he thought it was funny too.

It's unreasonable and irrational.

But fuck it.

When he was half drunk and half awake, Gao Yunlian was still talking to him.

Then at some point, that guy seemed to disappear.

Well, it's okay.

He was going to be drunk anyway.

He must have been drunk.

Because Huang Zihong felt that someone else was approaching him.

People other than Gao Yun.

There was a hand on his veins.

It felt good coming from the fingertips of that hand.

With lukewarm.

Soft and steady.

Inexplicably reassuring.

"Zi Rong, Zi Rong."

The body lying on the porch steps was lifted up, and the person who called him seemed to be Gao Yun.

"Zihong, wake up."

Huang Zihong half-opened his eyes bewilderedly.

Don't see things.

"Zi Rong." Gao Yun's body was shaken back and forth.

"What are you doing?" Huang Zihong wanted to get rid of it dissatisfied.

"Good, it will be fine in a while."

As Gao Yun said so, Huang Zihong could only be at his mercy because he was drunk.

Even if Gao Yunli wants to eat him now, he can't help it.

But Huang Zihong was not worried.

Because if you really wanted to eat it, you would have been eaten up long ago.

Hmm... what is he thinking...

It seems a little strange.

Then he seemed to see Master Sun.

It was the medicine sage Uncle Sun who was extremely skilled in medicine and had an extremely kind appearance.

He must be dreaming.

Because it was a dream, I didn't think about why I dreamed of Master Sun.

However, he suddenly thought of his father.

Although at Uncle Sun's age, it is more than enough to be his own grandfather.

However, they are all elders.

"Uncle... my father... can my father be saved?"

Huang Zihong didn't know what he said.

He also couldn't hear what Sun Simiao answered.

I just feel like I can't get it back.

Then tears flowed.

He began to cry.

His chest was hurting like it was about to burst, so he wept bitterly.

"Mr. Sun, how are you doing?"

Sun Simiao nodded at Gao Yunli, and said: "I understand. I will ask the medicine boy to bring the medicine soup over tomorrow. You have to persuade him to drink it well."

Gao Yunli supported Sun Simiao and promised, "Okay, junior."

Sun Simiao said again: "Okay, there is a medicine boy here, so I don't mind doing anything. Take care of this child, Zi Rong."

As he spoke, he didn't use the medicine boy to support him, he turned around and went back towards Samsung Mochizuki.

The little Yaotong saluted briefly, then hurriedly followed Sun Simiao away.

Originally, they said they wanted to find a way to get Huang Zixuan to see Sun Simiao, but in the end, the labor medicine sage came to see him in person.

Although according to Sun Simiao's words, this is a doctor's job, Gao Yunli still felt very apprehensive and grateful.

"Zihong."

Gao Yunli raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Huang Zihong's cheeks, Huang Zihong looked at him drunkenly, and called out helplessly, "Yunli."

The thin lips seemed to be glued on.

Although Gao Yunli doesn't like to take advantage of others, it really breaks him down every time.

To kiss or not to kiss, what kind of trial is this.

Fortunately, he has always been as the Central Plains people say, self-restraint and reverence, and he does not dare to make mistakes abruptly.

The problem is that Huang Zihong is becoming less and less defensive towards him.

Sometimes it was almost like trying to seduce him on purpose.

He didn't want to be driven by desire to do things that would make Huang Zihong hate him.

Up to now, Gao Yun is still not sure how Huang Zihong feels about him.

Even if you think of asking him "Do you like me" when he's drunk, it's pointless.

But when he was sober, Huang Zihong would not show any flaws.

ah--.

What the hell.

Gao Yunli could only hug him and pat Huang Zihong's back lightly.

Said: "I am here."

Then Huang Ziying's thin lips kissed him suddenly as if exploring.

Gao Yunli was completely dumbfounded.

Very very soft.

Nice shape, even inexplicably sweet.

Gao Yunxuan mobilized all the remaining rationality, pushed Huang Zihong away, panting with difficulty, and said to the people in front of him: "Zihong, don't make trouble."

Huang Zihong licked his lips, still calling him in a murmur: "Yun."

Drunk eyes like silk.

"Idiot." Gao Yunli couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

He clasped Huang Zihong's wrists, and looked down at the person lying on the corridor steps again.

"Zihong, shouldn't it be better for me to eat you as soon as possible?"

Gao Yunli said to himself.

To prevent anyone else from seeing you like this.

Huang Zihong looked up at him, and blinked innocently.

completely inadvertently.

But human beings are so easy to be captured.

Just like Gao Yunzhi to Huang Zihong.

Zhu Yiji is from Zhang Junran.

Yao Haixu's love for Shan Xuexue.

No one can control you except yourself.

Even in front of you are two identical faces without any difference.

Even in front of you is the same face of the same person.

If only he hadn't broken your heart.

If he just makes your heart hurt.

Even if he makes you understand despair.

How much sense do you have, are you willing to use it to persuade yourself to give up.

Fortunately or unfortunately, even I can't tell.

If one day he breaks your heart.

Fortunately or unfortunately, you still can't tell.

A thing of love is so unreasonable.

Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.

Once only you have a clear conscience about its truth or falsehood, it is not up to you or anyone else to judge it.