Falling flowers do not return

The sticky and pitiful smile he always showed when he wanted to please the latter: "Master...you heard it all?"

"No more, no less, I just heard you say that you are not the orphan of Concubine Wan Gui, and I also heard the reason why you have been trying so hard these days to get the governor to agree to the plan, to threaten the life of Ximen Chuuxue, and to force Yu Luocha to join hands with the governor to kill Wu Ming. .”

Yuhuatian's dark blue boots covered with muddy water stopped in front of the golden fox three feet away. He lost the three-handed sword with two blades and turned into a rapier. The red on it fell with the rain, as if it had never existed Fell into the soil like a pass.

"Wu Ming is indeed dead, you have made a good plan."

"... so what, Master, are you still standing here properly? It seems that Yu Luocha's martial arts are much higher than what I know."

The golden fox sneered: "It seems that this big gamble is actually lost by the young master."

——He was indeed defeated, from the moment Yuhuatian appeared, he had already been defeated, and the defeat was a complete mess.

It is absolutely impossible for him to escape under the pincer attack of these four people, not to mention that there is a Jade Raksha who does not know where he is and whose martial arts are unpredictable.

"..."

The golden fox's straight waist and shoulders weakened a little bit, and the plain ring in his hand became as soft as noodles, as if he had seen through the ending and was disheartened.

—he won.

"Master...Master will not admit defeat!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the golden fox suddenly jumped up, but it didn't attack anyone present. Instead, it parried the three-edged sword stabbed by Yu Huatian, who never let go of his vigilance—even if the tiger's mouth was shaken and Suhuan let go— He raised his internal strength and used the lightness kung fu to the extreme, rushed out of the four people's encirclement at the fastest speed, and rushed towards Bao Su's waist not far away.

"……Secret passages."

Yu Huatian frowned slightly, without even looking at the three people behind him, he went straight to Bao Su's waist.

"boom!"

The golden fox who crashed into Baosu Yaoyuan didn't even have time to confirm whether the four chasing him were a little closer to him. He went around the small building and ran to the backyard. Qingshi, and then jumped forward.

"Why are you here!"

Gongshi entered the room where Ximen Chuuxue was imprisoned in the dark, but saw that the small space was brightly lit at the moment, all the candlesticks and lamp oil were lit, and there was a person who should not be there in the room.

"This is where you imprisoned Fuxue?"

Yu Luocha played with the fist-sized Ye Mingzhu in his hand. Instead of answering Gong Shi's question, he leisurely walked around the room and approached the door—Gong Shi followed the former's footsteps and walked around the room— —The man said leisurely: "You are so courageous."

"..."

The golden fox's complexion turned blue and white in the dim halo of the night pearl.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to press against the stone wall.

"Little thing, don't move around casually."

When Yu Luocha heard the footsteps behind him, he casually looked back and looked back: "It seems that there are many people who want to kill you."

"yes."

The corners of the golden fox's lips curled up in contentment: "Master Jade, why don't you look up and see what's on top of your head? Or... Master, tell him?"

"...It's the Dragon-Suppressing Stone."

The rushing Yuhuatian barely stopped at the place between the room and the secret passage: "You actually have such an idea."

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue who arrived second heard the words and looked up to the roof, only to see a huge shadow hanging above everyone starting from in front of Yuhuatian.

"Master, you should know about this mechanism—after all, the young master brought you to see it—there is only one way out."

The golden fox uttered a few words with a smile: "If you don't want to die... run away."

"Wait a moment!"

"Crack!"

Almost overlapping with the dry screams of Huamanlou who had just arrived, there was the sound of the machine being pulled without hesitation.

For a moment, the ground shook in the secret passage, countless gravels fell on the heads of everyone, and the suspended boulders fell rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye——

Yu Luocha's pupils shrank slightly—even if his martial arts were as strong as him, he would not be willing to test the gravity of this dragon stone with his body, so he pulled Ximen Chuuxue and fled to the secret passage: "Let's go!"

Yuhuatian met Shiran's eyes, which were faintly visible in the inner palace of the bright room, and turned indifferently.

"I'm tired……"

Together with Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, who was the last one to leave the falling range of Zhenlong Stone, seemed to hear someone softly saying: "I will never get what I want, and I will give you what you want ...I'm really too..."

He didn't hear clearly, the boulders had all fallen, and the secret passage was still collapsing.

"boom!!!"

The next breath Lu Xiaofeng rushed out of the secret passage with Huamanlou who couldn't tell the direction, the secret passage just happened to break and collapse with the small building worth tens of thousands of gold and jade carvings on it, and the raised ashes fell on everyone's heads and faces.

The heavy rain still hasn't stopped, maybe it won't stop today.

All five people present were speechless.

After a while, Yu Luocha snorted coldly, and pulled Ximen Chuuxue again without any resistance: "Let's go."

The latter frowned slightly, and finally took a deep look at the tunnel piled up with chaotic rocks.

"..."

Yuhuatian turned and walked in another direction.

He is familiar with the island, and he is also familiar with the hidden weapons on the island.

Under such circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to survive.

——No matter how high the martial arts are among the people, it's the same.

"The building is full of flowers."

Lu Xiaofeng, who was drowned in the heavy rain, said softly to Huamanlou: "This may be Zixu's best home..."

two months later.

King Taiping overthrew the dying son of concubine Wan Gui who was known for her brutality and ascended the throne, abolished her title of emperor, and buried her with the ceremony of a prince after she died of illness.

Three months later.

Yu Huatian, who had entered the realm of martial arts again, resigned as the governor of the West Factory, and disappeared into the depths of the desert where the underground palace of Dabai Shangguo was buried.

Simultaneously.

Yu Luocha, who studied the formula of Tuoxiyan Pill and was rejected by Ximen Chuuxue to inherit the Demon Cult, finally gave up and began to train a new heir.

half year later.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou who were admiring the flowers in Peach Blossom Castle were suddenly stopped by someone.

It was an old man holding an envelope and a white porcelain bottle in his hand.

A person who has no sense of existence, even Huamanlou almost forgets that he is still in Peach Blossom Castle.

He is very good at catching fish, and he once fished two boats full of fresh fish and a mermaid in Menghe River.

Hua Manlou heard that he was a descendant of the Clipper Zhang San during the Chu Liuxiang period, but there was no way to verify it.

At the old man's sudden breath, Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of Hua Manlou, ready to go: "Old man, what do you want?"

"Ah, ah!"

"The letter and porcelain bottle in your hand..."

"Ahhh!"

The hunched old man couldn't speak, he could only utter broken and hoarse syllables from his throat, he danced and gestured for a while, seeing Lu Xiaofeng staring at him warily, he became more and more anxious.

But his task was to hand over the Chinese medicine bottle and envelope to Hua Manlou, so he couldn't put it in Lu Xiaofeng's hand and turn around and leave.

The old man was sweating profusely on his wrinkled face, his gray hair became messy because of his movements, and his dirty turban was crumbling.

"Brother Lu."

In the end, it was Hua Manlou who patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder and said, "With the old man's martial arts, you and I are no match at all. Maybe he really just wants to give us something."

After the words fell, the young man in white with a handsome face and elegant movements walked towards the old man with his four eyebrows around.

Lu Xiaofeng was caught off guard and failed to hold him back: "The building is full of flowers!"

Seeing the latter approaching him, the chicken-skinned and white-haired old man burst out with joy from his cloudy eyes.

Involuntarily, he stuffed the letter and the medicine bottle into Hua Manlou's hands, then took a few steps back, and stamped his Heavenly Spirit with his palm.

His actions were beyond Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou's expectations, and his internal strength was far superior to the two of them, so they were unable to stop them in time.

Lu Xiaofeng rushed forward, checked the old man's breath, shook his head and said, "Dead."

"..."

Another life, another life related to Shi Zixu passed away in front of her. Hua Manlou clenched her hands uncontrollably, and the letter paper in her hand also became wrinkled.

He had more or less guessed who wrote the letter and who the medicine bottle came from. He didn't even want to open these two things that were contaminated with human life, but there was a voice in his heart that asked him to open it.

That voice came from the liking he had noticed too late, and also from the decisive push of the boy who died like this.

So he opened it.

The slender and beautiful five fingers slowly stroked the uneven handwriting - the writer seemed to have done a special treatment so that Hua Manlou could easily find out what was written on it - which made him feel even more sour.

"Hua Manlou, I don't care what your expression is now, whether it's pain or hatred, anyway, when you read this letter, my body will probably be rotten, and your expression has nothing to do with me."

"There are seven pills in the bottle, these seven pills are a modified version of Xiyan Pill, they won't hurt people's lifespan or make people into another person, they only have one effect.

"One pill every seven days will probably cure your eyes."

"The reason why it was given to you so late is because it takes half a year for these medicines to penetrate into their medicinal properties, whether you like them or not."

There were a few handwritings on the letter paper that seemed to be wetted by some liquid, making the originally uneven words smooth, and Hua Manlou trembled and touched it several times before he could feel it out.

"If I can meet someone as warm as you in the next life... I hope he won't come too late... and leave too early."

one year later.

Sword God finally came out.

A year ago, he overcame love and achieved the supreme swordsmanship on the precarious island, and now another year has passed, and he seems to have achieved something again.

If Steward Zhao had to describe it, it probably means that the owner of the villa feels like he has returned to the time before he was able to break the love barrier, more like a person than an ice sculpture.

But he still keeps his sword in his hand, he still speaks little, and he still practices his sword in the grove every day.

His sword became colder and faster, but on the first day of leaving the customs, he cut off a plum tree that the golden fox liked to lean on most.

The puppet carved from that plum tree has since been sealed in the room where the golden fox lived.

decades later.

He sent the deposed emperor to the throne with his own hands, and because of his cruelty, he personally abolished the former Taiping Palace Jiubintian who ascended the throne by himself, and there will be no more troubles from Lu Xiaofeng and Lu Xiaofeng's friends throughout his life.

——As stated in the letter Hua Manlou received, the future of these people has nothing to do with Gong Shi.

Bao Su's waist collapsed, two years later.

A fairly prosperous town.

"Why do you ask me to wear a mask?"

Under the bright sun, the man wearing a crude paper fox mask sold at festival stalls on one side smiled and bent down his slender waist, and put the candied haws that smelled of sweet honey into the child's hands: "Brother give Take a look at your brother's face, don't cry~"

The child held the candied haws and nodded nervously.

He made a bet with his friends on whether he could see the face of this big brother who came to town two years ago and never took off his mask in the two years.

All his friends guessed that the big brother was ugly so he didn't take off the mask, but he didn't believe it.

So he mustered up the courage to ask.

Fortunately, the other party is easy to talk to.

The man chuckled, buttoning the mask with his slender white fingers.

"Gudong."

The child swallows the accelerated saliva in the mouth.

The other party slowly lifted the mask——

"Wow!!!"

The child's shrill and terrified cries resounded through the entire street in an instant.

"So don't look at other people's faces casually."

The man who frightened the crying child sat back on the reclining chair with no love for the child, and he supported his white jade-like chin with one hand, and his trimmed and round fingertips touched the raised scars on the skin that criss-crossed like a centipede: "It's okay if it looks good, but if it's not good...are you crying?"

"Young master can scare a child to cry now, it really doesn't feel like a sense of accomplishment—although this is what I did myself."

After hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly, opened his arms to the person diagonally behind him, and said coquettishly, "Master is very upset, why don't you give him a hug full of love?"

Falling flowers do not return

(End of the article)

无责任番外：现代AU最新更新:2016-12-2212:00:00

This episode has nothing to do with the plot of the main text, it’s just some brain holes that make things impossible or inconvenient to happen in the main text, just for fun.

The background is set hundreds of years after the world of Luohua Zhengwen.

Please eat carefully

"It's all messed up. If it's changed like this, I won't act."

The heavy script was thrown onto the coffee table mercilessly, causing the ox tongue cakes neatly arranged on the plate to also scatter countless crumbs——

The young man with bright eyebrows and delicate features leaned back, raised his chin high, and made a high-profile gesture, fully expressing his displeasure: "Or the original ending, if not, the second version of the ending, or change it again, anyway, this ending is small. Grandpa doesn't act."

"However, readers of the original work expressed their disapproval of the ending of the second edition."

The manager wearing purple-rimmed glasses on the opposite side picked up the script: "In the original ending, Zixu died without a body and was buried in Wuming Island. The author was changed to the second ending by a friend who knew the ending in advance. Xu is not dead, it seems to be the ending familiar to the readers who are one of the five people living in seclusion——As soon as the news of being invested and made into a movie came out, several readers commented that if the original ending is still the same, they will send the author a razor blade or they will not love the author ——Whatever you ask the author to do, the author is also very helpless."

"have no choice?"

The young man snorted coldly: "What are you helpless? It would be the best ending for the young master to see Zixu dead."

He tapped the table with his index finger: "Anyway, this big reunion has double dragons, turns in battle, and even five P endings. I don't want to act. Either change the ending or change people."

"...I'll go talk to the author again."

The other party finally compromised.

After the young man sent off his agent, his angry but also extraordinarily lively and beautiful eyebrows and eyes fell silent instantly, and he no longer saw the self-aggrandizement and embarrassment of a popular young artist, but was completely exhausted.

——Like an epiphyllum that returns to the dust after it blooms in full bloom, it uses all its strength to maintain that momentary brilliance.

He died in the secret passage, but he came back to life.

Although that's not what he wanted.

Gong Shi fell on the soft and elastic leather sofa, his long legs crossed, his toes swaying slightly in the air.

He woke up on this artist named Gong Shi half a month ago.

Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterfly Dream of Zhuang Zhou, did he use his body to return to live in this strange world hundreds of years after Ming Dynasty, or was it that Gong Shi was his reincarnation from the very beginning to restore his past life memory by coincidence, Gong Shi no longer wanted to delve into it.

It took him three full days to familiarize himself with all the knowledge of the world in his body, and he successfully disguised himself as Gong Shi, even the latter's manager failed to find out.

The blinking eyelashes cast a shadow, Miyashi raised his eyes and stared at the snow-white ceiling, sighing silently for a while.

This body is 20 years old, which is the best age.Although it is an orphan whose biological parents cannot be found out, fortunately, he is free.

And after debuting, because of this face——this face that is exactly the same as Gong Shi——it spread across the country like a prairie fire.

Before he appeared in Gong Shi, he took over the role of Shi Zixu in "Falling Flowers Don't Know Their Return".

"Falling Blossoms Don't Know Their Return" is just an ordinary online novel, not well-known, and even few people have read it, but it can't stand it, maybe because the author who collected too many blades got lucky, and was actually read by a rich man in a real estate company In the film, the big production is ready to be made into a TV series.

And here comes the harem time.

As if God still refused to let him go after his death, he was asked to play a notorious emperor who was written based on unofficial history, with few historical materials and a very short reign.

Also playing himself.

It is rare to have such an opportunity to act as the dead self.

"..."

With white teeth biting the bright red and tender lower lip, Gong Shi turned over and lay on her side a little agitatedly, curled up into a ball hugging herself on the sofa.

From a distance, the young man in a milky white turtleneck looks like a small furry animal, shivering in the warmth of the air conditioner.

He had read the reviews of that novel, and many people hoped for a happy ending.

But how can there be so much beauty in the world, and how can there be so many romances.

No water, no food, guarding the collapsed secret passage in the closed but bright underground, etc. The feeling of physical collapse is uncomfortable. Even now, Gong Shi still clearly remembers the feeling of loss of life from the seven orifices.

Without rain to cover it, even the fishy smell became stronger.

But this is a decision he made after careful consideration.

If you have to ask him why, if you have to ask him who he loves...

Flowers all over the building?Ximen Chuuxue?Yuhuatian?Gong Nine?Jade Rakshasa?

Except for the last one that disgusted him to the extreme, the rest are... .

Gong Shi is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart, otherwise he would not be able to handle with ease among several people, even Gong Shi Shi Zixu's dual identities are exposed to others.

So he can see clearly.

Huamanlou is very gentle, and she is very gentle to everyone, so that kindness becomes hurtful.

Ximen Chuuxue is very cold, although he was once softened by Gong Shi, but he is still a sword god who can't rub the sand in his eyes.

Gong Shi's motives for getting close to Huamanlou and Ximen Chuuxue were not pure at all, not to mention using them to achieve his goals time and time again, and ruining the latter's original marriage.

Yuhuatian probably loves him, as for whether that love comes from his subconscious desire for power or something else...

Gong Jiu is even simpler, a loyal dog who can warm the bed, why not do it?

It was true that Gong Shi committed suicide, but all the debts to them were repaid in different ways.

No one owes anyone.

So Gong Shi could reluctantly accept the second ending of living in seclusion, but he couldn't accept the so-called "happy reunion".

Because he knows better than anyone else that it is impossible.

Even if there is something hidden in his heart...

"Ah... hurry up, hurry up..."

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone successfully interrupted Gong Shi's cranky thoughts, and also succeeded in making him even more irritable.

It may be that he is old-fashioned as a person from hundreds of years ago, but he just can't understand that someone will make himself a charming voice that should appear when he can't bear being squatted on the bed-the content is pure It's terrible - set it as a mobile phone ringtone.

"Hurry up and answer the phone~"

The slender and well-knit five fingers touched the edge of the coffee table, and Gong Shi pressed Yuwang who threw the phone out of the window: "Hello."

"it's me."

The flat and boring voice of the female agent who had just left not long ago came from the phone: "It just so happens that the investor and the author also want to change the ending, so I invite you to have a detailed discussion with the author."

"You arrange it for the young master."

Gong Shi heard himself say: "Look at which day this week there is no announcement."

It just so happened that he wanted to find out who was writing the truth based on conjectures, and who was full and full of brains and wanted to shoot this story.

a few days later.

Gong Shi was led into the hotel room by the waiter wearing a mask with a cartoon image of a fox on it. After he saw the man at the table with clean eyes and a smiling smile, his first reaction was to turn around and leave.

But he didn't.

Even if the other party and Hua Manlou's appearance can be said to be carved out of the same mold, even if he doesn't want to have the slightest interaction with the other party——

"Xiaogong, this is the investor of "Falling Blossoms Don't Know Their Return."

The manager's eight-centimeter heels sank deeply into the crimson carpet. She stepped forward and introduced, "Hua...Mr. Hua."

Miyako blinked.

He raised his eyebrows, Shi Shiran took off his mask and loosened his collar, and smiled at the man under Ruoda's crystal chandelier with a three-pointed charming and seven-pointed charm. The face of the [-]th-line artist: "Mr. Hua, I have heard the name for a long time~"

It’s just a coincidence, but if it’s really like him——

He has a lot of methods to disgust Huamanlou, and he also knows how to irritate the other party.

The man dressed in a pure white cloud pattern Tang suit with a gentle smile and elegant demeanor fell on Gongshi's cheeks, without any intention of moving towards the straight collarbone looming under the latter's half-open collar: "Since everyone is here, let's come Let's talk about the script."

"Everyone's here?"

Gong Shichang frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the other two people in the room.

The broker, and the waiter who was leaving the room.

"..."

The manager and him looked at each other silently, and the eyes flickered behind the purple-rimmed glasses: "I am the hard-working author of "Flowers Don't Know Their Return" that was held by a knife to change the ending."

Gong Shi: "..."

"Although the two gentlemen have different objections to the script, I think it's better to discuss it together."

After half an hour.

Gong Shi: "The ending is changed to a death where the main character is dead and the body cannot be dug up."

Mr. Hua, who did not tell Gong Shi's full name, said softly: "I disagree, other things can be discussed, but the protagonist cannot die."

Gong Shi sneered: "Can't die? What are you doing alive? Playing Ssangyong or Five Points? Could it be that Mr. Hua likes one shang and then the second one, five people take turns? The protagonist is really 'extraordinarily talented'."

Mr. Hua's face turned red: "I'm not..."

Gong Shi was aggressive: "Why is Mr. Hua obsessed with keeping a fictional character alive? Even from the previous plot, it would be more appropriate if he died—"

Manager: "Xiao Gong, why do you have such a big resistance? Although I admit that the protagonist's appearance is compared to your face, even this character is tailor-made for you, but you don't have to empathize with it, it's just a novel."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi: "The second ending, this is my final bottom line. Otherwise, I would rather pay liquidated damages."

Mr. Hua pondered: "The second ending... If the second ending is adopted, who is the person standing behind the reclining chair in the ending?"

Gong Shi lowered his eyes: "..."

Mr. Hua looked at him: "..."

The manager slowly interjected: "The ending only said that Gong Shi begged for a hug from the person behind him...but it never said that there was only one person...I have always been a mother who loves her son."

Gong Shi took a deep breath: "Who are the other protagonists chosen now?"

The agent took out a folder: "Here."

Facing those faces that he was familiar with but never seen before with this body: "..."

He decided to assassinate the manager after the dinner.

无责任有颜色番外最新更新:2016-12-2312:00:00

Honkai, Diablo, OOC beware.

If our plan fails and is captured—

Gong Shi leaned on the wall and circled the room for countless times.

Half of his face was covered with a mask made of gold, revealing only soft nose, perfectly lined chin and delicate light-colored lips.

——The eyes were covered by the mask, and the exquisite lock on the back of the head sealed the mask tightly.

The Linglong lock is so complicated that people with normal eyes can't do anything about it, let alone the golden fox who can't see the outside world?

"..."

The golden fox circled around again, and then slowly slid down while supporting the wall.

A thin layer of gauze could not block the cold air from the stone wall, nor could it cover this young and flexible body, but it was the only thing in the room that could be used as clothing, and he had no choice.

The five fingers of the golden fox slid down the unbearable right leg, and then touched the chain along the iron ring behind the huge bell on the ankle.

As warm as the beast fur under the bare feet, as cold as the hard chains on the slender ankles.

"Ding~ding~"

When the golden fox moved its right leg, the bell rang a few times, which was really nice.

In the past, he wouldn't pay attention to such a thick and thin iron chain, as long as he swallowed a little internal force, he could shatter it and run away.

Now he can't.

No one can do it after losing his internal strength and becoming an ordinary person. After all, he is not born with supernatural power.

Suddenly there was the sound of friction between the operation of the machine and the movement of the stone door in front of it.

someone is coming.

"..."

Gong Shi was silent and "looked" at the person who came.

The other party was also silent, and the footsteps landed silently. Only the subtle rustle of fabric friction that could not be avoided when walking reminded the golden fox that the former was approaching.

He was very close, and seemed to bend down in front of the golden fox, or half kneel down.

The long and hot breath hit the latter's cheek, and he did not move.

Such a close distance of exchanging breath, if it happened between lovers, it must be a scene of love.

"..."

Under the golden fox mask, the brows were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile.

Still no sound.

The other party's breathing was messed up.

who are you?

The golden fox wanted to ask this question very much, but he was hit with the Ya acupuncture point and even had his chin removed, so he couldn't ask.

The Ya point is to prevent him from uttering deceptive words, and the purpose of removing his chin is to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

So thoughtful, so careful.

——as if he was some fragile valuable object, thinking about it.

"Crack."

A pair of dry but well-maintained hands supported the golden fox's cheeks, and easily restored the latter's chin.

Then he unlocked the golden fox's cave.

"……Who are you?"

Once the lips and teeth, which had been unable to move for many days, recovered, the golden fox was a little uncomfortable, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Or...are you...which one of them?"

"..."

The opponent continues to implement the golden rule of silence.

Pale five fingers with blue veins visible moved closer to the other person, and the golden fox raised his arms to caress the person's face.

"Ding ~"

fail.

While avoiding the opponent sideways, he grabbed the golden fox's waist, hugged the latter into his arms and held his hands. The expensive and smooth wide sleeves were like a beauty covered by a embroidered quilt, who was indistinguishable from a naked beauty.

"...Young Master, why did you miscalculate?"

The golden fox leaned against the man's strong and generous chest, and held the man back with his pinned hands restlessly, squeezing his five fingers into the other's fingertips.

He sat on the man and interlocked his fingers with the latter: "Gong Jiu won the throne, Yu Luocha has studied the Xiyan Pill thoroughly, and the Ximen Chuuxue Sutra will surely break through the relationship. My good master has become Xiyan again. Director of the factory, although the medicine for Huamanlou is not [-]% sure, but it is [-]% sure. What are you still not satisfied with?"

"I'm not just watching flowers and birds, so what's the point of being locked up here?"

The golden fox's clean and delicate forehead slowly rubbed against the man's neck: "Let me—"

The index finger that suddenly inserted into the mouth of the scarlet slippery ni was bloody under the jaws of the golden fox's clenched teeth, and a faint bitter and astringent smell permeated the taste buds.

"..."

The golden fox, who bit his tongue to commit suicide but was stopped, had his dexterous and warm soft tongue pressed under his long fingers, his brows and eyes were curved—even though he was blocked by the mask, the radiant eyes couldn’t be seen by the opponent—but he went straight up climb.

The soft tongue wrapped around the index finger brushed over the wound he had bitten out, and the saliva mixed with blood brought a little sting.

The man paused and wanted to pull out his index finger, but he stopped because of the golden fox's light bite.

The long fingers with sharp joints seemed to have turned into sweet and delicious candies, being guided by the entangled soft tongue to stir deep in the golden fox's light-colored lips.

The latter licked and wiped every inch of that finger with the tip of his tongue bit by bit, even refusing to let go of the crevices of the nails, and only licked his fingers so that they were covered with crystal clear, wet and sticky liquid——

The golden fox held the index finger that was stiff in mid-air, and broke free from the opponent's moderate grip with both hands, and put it on the opponent's wrist.

Then he began to slowly but rhythmically hold the other person and move his fingers, and while sucking, he stabbed deep into the throat.

If at this moment the other party can't see that the golden fox is implying some kind of ancient and primitive movement with such movements, then he is a fool.

He obviously isn't.

So he jerked his fingers out and stood up.

Caught off guard, the Golden Fox tilted his body and was thrown to the ground.

Fortunately, the fur on the ground is extremely thick, and it doesn't hurt to fall on it, but it is very comfortable.

"how?"

Three thousand black hairs were scattered on the fur, and the golden fox was lying on its back with its arms wide open,

Although the slender and fair legs are closed honestly, they are rubbing against each other restlessly, and the mi that seems to be visible under the tulle is blatantly and silently attracting the other party's attention: "Isn't the young master locked here for this reason?" Is it a matter of time? Why refuse now?"

"..."

The other party was silent for a moment, then flicked his sleeves to bring out the wind mixed with fragrance, and turned to leave.

"...Tsk, boring."

The moment the Shimen closed, Gong Shi's seductive movements stopped abruptly.

He played with a strand of long hair hanging down his chest: "Who are you?"

This question was asked with incomparable delay, but also with incomparable certainty.

Maybe it's because he already has the answer in his heart, or maybe it's because he no longer cares about the identity of the other party.

Another sunset.

The stone chamber is not completely sealed and has two windows.

Those two windows are very high, so high that the golden fox can stand on tiptoe to stick its head out of the window sill and feel the hot or subtle sunlight outside the window.

It was with these two windows that the golden fox could barely judge how many days and nights he had stayed in the stone room.

Since he was knocked out in the nameless island - the time of unconsciousness is not counted - he has been imprisoned for fifteen days and nights,

"Crack."

Behind the golden fox came the sound of the machine operating again.

The beautiful woman lying on the window sill was unmoved and didn't even blink her eyes.

The visitor walked into the stone room with strides, and strands of cold fragrance diffused in the air.

——Not the one before.

Although the golden fox couldn't see it, he could tell that the temperament and footsteps of the man were completely different from the previous one.

"What are you here for?"

The golden fox was slumped on the window sill, and he stood on his tiptoes, as if he could see the outside world through the tightly fitted mask: "Are you here to kill the young master?"

No one spoke.

"Are you all determined not to respond to the young master, and never open your mouth?"

The golden fox let go of the window sill and turned around slowly.

The desolate moonlight casts mottled shadows in the stone room, his suet-like skin glows with luster in the flickering changes, the golden fox covering most of his face tilts his head slightly, and the blue silk cascades down his shoulders, sweeping across upper arm.

He hooked his index finger at the person who came over, and the ending sound twirled in the air: "Could it be...you are here to fuck the young master?"

"..."

"speak?"

"..."

"Forget it if you don't talk."

Gong Shi hummed dissatisfied: "Master is going to sleep, you can do whatever you want."

He gestured to lie down on the fur—

"Take off."

Two millennia-old Ziling Palaces were stunned on the spot, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Not because of the meaning of those two words, but because of the person who said it.

"Blow... Master Ximen???"

The golden fox's teasing voice was raised a few degrees in a breath, and he felt that he must be hallucinating.

——He had thought that the person imprisoning him here might be Yuhuatian, Gong Jiu, or Yu Luocha, or everyone would have a share.

It is absolutely impossible for only two people to do such a thing.

One is Huamanlou, and the other is Ximen Chuuxue.

The former is out of character, and the latter, who doesn't like to be betrayed but has been betrayed by him over and over again, should give him a sword.

"Take off."

The other party said again.

Gong Shi frowned.

He would rather believe that it was just a person pretending to be Ximen Chuuxue's voice, not the real sword god.

So the golden fox is as rigid as a sculpture, motionless.

Little did he know that his reaction in this way was outright disobedience and reluctance in the eyes of the man.

"No third time."

"You're not Ximen Chuuxue!"

The golden fox took a step back, but almost tripped over the fur.

He staggered and walked unsteadily: "Absolutely not!"

"Oh? Why?"

A third voice suddenly sounded in the stone room.

The voice was seven points joking and three points malicious: "Little thing, Chuuxue is standing here, why do you think it's not?"

Gong Shi subconsciously wanted to answer that voice, saying that he thought Ximen Chuuxue's voice was a fake - such as Yu Luocha - but his lips opened and closed, and he only made some meaningless breath sounds.

The third voice was Jade Rakshasa, and it was in a completely different direction.

Unless Jade Rakshasa knows how to fuck, how can there be two others?

—In other words, standing in front of him now