Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

in the dark.

He struggled to wake up, his hands were bound in the air by iron chains, and there was a rattling sound when he moved.

Winding bloodstains flowed down from the wounds on his body, onto the cold ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

His drooping long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his blood-red eyes shone with a strange light in the darkness.

A few days ago, he was awakened by the Demon Lord, and he learned the identity of his Demon Sword, and was given the name Li Yuan by him.

He was unwilling in his heart and showed resistance on his face, and then the Mozun showed an extremely gloomy expression, imprisoned him here, and knocked him unconscious with thorns and blood vines.

So, now, Mozun will come over anytime.

The blood dripped on the ground and made a faint sound, and the sound of the heartbeat was especially clear in the dark, and every tremor made him feel his breathing became heavier.

A secret uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, gradually covering his whole body.

I always feel that when the Demon Lord comes again, some bad things will happen.

He seemed to have experienced the same thing before, but when he racked his brains to think, he found that his mind was blank, only the memory of the short few days after becoming the Demon Sword.

While he was thinking, the door creaked, and light penetrated through the crack of the door, and then it was brightly lit.

His hands tied above his head trembled, making a crackling sound.Eyes that have been in the dark for a long time instinctively shed tears under the stimulation of light.

Someone came in from the door.

In the backlight, the man's figure is tall, and the sense of oppression wraps around him like a tide.

The man looked at him carefully for a moment, then reached out and wiped away the tears in his eyes.His movements were extremely gentle, but he didn't care about his strength, which made his eyes feel a burning pain.

The Demon Lord is always like this, inflicting deep-seated injuries on people in his gentleness.

The gentler the man, the more frightening he was.

He tried his best to focus his eyes, and then he saw the devil's handsome and bewitching face, with an unpredictable expression on his face, scrutinizing him with cold eyes, as if he was just looking at an object.

A thing that is not satisfactory.

Mozun stretched out his hand and raised his jaw, forcing him to look up, and said, "I've made you think about it for a few days, now tell me, what's your name?"

He pursed his lips.

The inexplicable resistance in his heart made him unwilling to answer this question.

Knowing that doing so would only incur the wrath of the Demon Lord.

The Mozun's gaze became dangerous.

Anxiety and panic gradually rose, and a ghostly voice lobbied in his heart: "Answer him, you are Li Yuan, his magic sword, as long as you do this, you won't suffer anymore..."

The demonic voice lingered in his mind, causing his head to ache, "...Otherwise, you will encounter unbearable suffering and sink into despair."

Still he said nothing.

He felt that if he really admitted this name, it would be truly a disaster for him.

After a while, Mozun chuckled and said, "Very good."

Immediately, he took out a white jade porcelain bottle, poured out a few elixir from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

Unable to resist, he coughed weakly, and the elixir slipped down his throat, turning into a stream of heat and spreading out in his body.

This hot current is very warm, and the feeling flowing in his body is as comfortable as soaking in warm water, relieving the pain in his body one by one.

But he knew that things would never be that simple.

Mozun would not be so kind to give him a healing elixir.

The gentle medicinal power flowed through his whole body, and finally slowly penetrated into his soul.He just felt that everything in front of him became illusory, and the soft power soothed his restless soul, making him forget all his worries, and he felt as if he was floating in the sky.

He opened his lips and let out a low gasp, his pale complexion turned a little rosy.

Mozun still looked at him coldly.

That power supported his spirit to float higher and higher, higher and higher...

Then, suddenly fell down.

The kind that literally shatters your bones.

He let out an uncontrollable scream, his whole body convulsed, tears rolled down from his eyes, and his face that had just turned rosy turned pale instantly.

As if the heart-wrenching pain of ten thousand ants was flowing through every inch of bone and blood, he opened his eyes wide, and the sky light that could be touched just now quickly moved away, and the endless darkness swallowed him.

And in the severe pain, the place where the gentle medicinal power had nourished was burning like a raging fire, creating a strong, comforting desire, and the body trembled incessantly in the fire of the prairie fire.

Mozun put down the chain, and he couldn't stand still and fell directly to the ground.

With his hands still tied together by chains, he curled up, a sickly blush appeared on his pale complexion, his eyes were blurred and filled with water, and that cold face lost all defenses, looking bewildered and moving.

Seeing him struggling, Mozun felt a little moved, but he only said softly: "Whenever you figure it out, come and beg me, but don't be so ignorant when the time comes, you know?"

After all, ignore him and leave this dark cell.

The iron door closed slowly, taking away the last ray of light.

The severe pain above Shenhun's body, as well as the indescribable emptiness deep inside his body, made him on the verge of collapse of consciousness.And what's even more frightening is that it lasts, I don't know how long it will last.

The ghostly voice whispered in his ear again: "Are you in pain? Are you in despair? Give up struggling, this will be a mark you will remember for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to get rid of it forever, ha..."

In the suffocating pain, he suddenly recovered most of his memories.

This prison cell is his darkest and most painful memory in the Demon Realm, and his deepest nightmare.

Being drugged is just the beginning, and then, step by step, the demon will strip him of his human dignity, and then become that puppet-like 'Li Yuan'.

He wanted to struggle, but at this moment, the memories of the hundreds of times he experienced the Demon Realm poured into his mind, almost all of them were unsolvable dead ends, and he would never be able to escape the Demon Lord's control...

These memories are so turbulent that they almost completely destroy his will!

The shadow of the inner demon is growing wildly, the lingering ghost hints at faster and faster speech speed, his spiritual aura has dimmed, and he can barely maintain a shaky clarity in the desperate situation. He thought that he had already put the inner demon to death Suppression, but unexpectedly, it was just waiting for an opportunity to erupt.

It turned out that he had never forgotten these things.

For a moment, not at all.

All of this is not only the illusory conception of the demon, but also the most secret fear in his heart?

Suddenly, a burst of cool breath emerged from the depths of his soul, suppressing the pain and emptiness spreading in his limbs, making his mind a little clear, and calming down the consciousness that was on the verge of extinction.

The details of the demonic realm flashed through his mind one by one, and he gradually understood where the problem was.

It was a cage, a cage of his own making.

His lucky escape was full of accidents, and that nightmare has always been with him.He was afraid that everything was just a phantom, and when he woke up again, he was still the self who had little power to resist.

If he had never obtained the Chaos God Flame, if he hadn't deduced his identity from the clues, if the Demon Lord had imprisoned him by his side forever from the very beginning... then would he also live in the Demon Lord forever? Under the shadow of the shadow, can't escape for life?

This is a terrible assumption, and even suppressed by his instinct, he banned it.

His demons stem from fear.

But to break the situation, the most important thing is...

Supporting his body, he slowly moved towards the iron door.

This is the cage he set up, and the key is in his own heart.

When he opened the door, he might see the source of his fear, and he might also see the real vitality.

……

The door opened.

He saw nothing, only a piece of chaotic white, in which the energy of yin and yang flowed.As if disturbed by something, the yin and yang energy began to change, and violent fluctuations rushed into the door from outside the door.

The surrounding things are shaking, all kinds of pictures fade like the tide, and the memory is emptied again.

He passed out.

……

When you wake up, the first thing you see is the sunlight coming in from the window.

The sun was warm and warm, and the perennial gloomy silence in the side hall was swept away.

He was lying on the soft bed, the clothes on his body were appropriate and complete, the heavy curtain beside the bed was pulled up, and the light fell on his face, which was not dazzling, but felt the long-lost warmth.

I tried to move my body, but I didn't feel the discomfort after being rubbed.

This is very rare for him.

After all, Mozun always has an inexplicable obsession with his body, and it is common for him to be unable to get out of bed.

Thinking like this, he wanted to sit up, but when he was exerting his strength, his eyes suddenly went dark and he fell down.

The whole world was shaking, there were grotesque phantoms in his sight, his soul seemed to have been severely injured, and extreme exhaustion hit him. At the moment when he closed his eyes, many scenes flashed in his mind.

That day, he was used by the Demon Lord to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation, but he was directly chopped off by the Heavenly Thunder, and his soul was shattered. The severe pain at the moment before he died still remains in his heart.

But why, he is still alive in this world intact?

He has long been tired of being completely controlled by the demon king, but he lives on because he cannot commit suicide.Before the catastrophe, he had already lost all the capital of resistance. When he was destroyed by the thunder, the only emotion he felt was relief.

But why... he hasn't completely died yet.

Moreover, he always felt that there was a strange feeling in his heart.Obviously he has only been in the magic palace for a few years, why does it seem like decades or hundreds of years have passed...

But before he could figure it out, he passed out.

Because of this, he didn't see that when he lost consciousness, a man tore open the space crack and hurried over.

The man was dressed in black clothes, his handsome eyebrows were gloomy, but there was a touch of softness in his eyes.

He sat down close to the bed and stared at the face of the young man when he was unconscious. He suppressed the huge devilish energy to an extremely low level, and did not cause the slightest oppression to the young man on the bed.

The man stretched out his hand to caress the young man's cold eyebrows, and the pure magic energy seeped into the young man's body through his palm, replenishing the energy that was constantly dissipated and consumed.

Then, he bent down, put his hands next to the young man's ear, and slowly kissed the young man's thin lips.His movements were gentle, as if he was treating a lost and recovered treasure.

After kissing the lips, it was not enough, and then he kissed the young man's eyes, cheeks, neck, and slowly moved down. He seemed to love the person under him so much that he wanted to tear it apart and eat it, but with a little Restraint, did not make the last step.

After the kiss, he murmured something in a low voice.

But no one heard it except himself.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Fengqing, Xizhan Dengxin, Yaori, and Zhesu for their landmines, hug my dear friends~