Become a cat [Zhan Zhao]

The faint scent of rosin lingers in the nose, and the wind blowing around her has no biting chill, as if the lukewarm silk is sliding across the face.

Alan finally couldn't bear to sit down in the room, she let out a long sigh of relief, and completely relaxed.Although this is just a stone house, it has the magic power to make people want to stay here for the rest of their lives.And this ruin-like palace is an fairy palace wearing a mask, buried under those weeds and piles of rocks, all of which are fatal temptations.

And the source of all this attraction is that Highness.

Alan raised her head suddenly, and asked Zhan Zhao lazily, "Why is Master still standing? Aren't you sitting?" She kicked a low stool towards Zhan Zhao as she spoke.

"How do you feel now?" Zhan Zhao didn't sit down, but just looked at A Lan, "Does the wound still hurt?" He suddenly asked.

Alan shook her head, raised her face and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt." She didn't think about the reason, but because everything is very comfortable now.Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, she firmly believes that she can do whatever she wants without any worries.

"Really?" Zhan Zhao murmured, before he heard A Lan's answer, he knew it well, just because his wound was no longer painful.It was as if the air in this place had a miraculous effect in this regard, making them feel no pain, and all negative feelings were suppressed.

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and pinched his brows vigorously, feeling that his thinking had begun to slow down, and he couldn't tell whether his current situation was good or bad.There was an urge that kept driving him, tempting him to give up resisting—to find a place to sit down, and in a few moments, delicacies would be delivered, and he could eat as much as he wanted.After walking and being tired for so long, why not take a break and enjoy yourself?

Although this idea is so irresistible, Ke Zhanzhao still hesitates.He stepped forward, then retracted, all the muscles in his body relaxed and tensed again.It was as if ninety-nine percent of his heart had surrendered, yet the little bit that was left was still dutifully warning him.

"Master?" A Lan tilted her head and looked at Zhan Zhao, feeling very puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhan Zhao put his eyes on Alan's face, her pale face had recovered a bit of color, her hands were propped on the chair, her legs were slightly dangling off the ground.

It was childish sitting, and she was indeed a child.

Zhan Zhao still insisted on standing.Suddenly, there was a faint and melodious music coming from a distance. As the sun gradually rose, the whole palace seemed to come alive.

"Hey." Alan jumped up from her seat, ran briskly to the window and leaned out to have a look, then she said excitedly, "So there are many people living here."

She wasn't surprised, just satisfied and happy.

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao looked out the window and saw people walking around in the previously empty palace—and they were not people made of stone, but real, real people.

Wearing clothes made of soft silk, they didn't seem to feel the cold in the twelfth lunar month. They walked out of the room with the door closed before, and then stood lazily in the sun.Some people began to talk in a slow tone, talking about things that were flat, but both the speaker and the listener smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

And that smile was hollow at the same time, as if they didn't know exactly why they were laughing, but just smiled instinctively for pleasure.

These people come in all shapes and sizes, including men and women, not just Han Chinese, but also blond and blue-eyed Fans.Regardless of whether these people are male or female, old or young, they all have a strange and satisfied look on their faces.The surrounding ruins and weeds formed a sharp contrast with their clothes and expressions, but no one seemed to be able to see it.

Alan didn't seem to notice anything wrong, in fact, her expression had become more and more similar to those people - relaxed and comfortable, as if she didn't care about anything.

"Come back, Alan." Zhan Zhao suddenly called out to her.He felt a faint palpitation, which should have been more intense, but its degree was weakened by the unique environment here.

Ah Lan looked back at Zhan Zhao in puzzlement, agreed muffledly, but came back honestly and sat down.

"Stand up." Zhan Zhao said again, "Don't sit down."

"Why?" Ah Lan stood up reluctantly, and asked in a daze, "Why do you have to stand?"

Zhan Zhao didn't know how to answer, he felt that he should have given a very reasonable reason, but his head was like a lump of rusty scrap iron, the joints inside couldn't move.All he could do was repeat, trying to sound stern: "Stand, stand."

"Oh." A Lan could only stand up straight, looking at Zhan Zhao blankly.The sun was shining outside, but she and Zhan Zhao just stood motionless in the room, looking at each other.The surrounding aroma is getting stronger and stronger, like sticky honey or syrup. Once people sink into it, they will sink deeper involuntarily, and then completely lose their freedom and will.

Suddenly someone saw them from the window, smiled and said to them: "Ah, you are new here, you are really lucky guys." He waved to them as he spoke, "Come out and bask in the sun with everyone. It is a gift from His Highness to us."

"Haven't you asked your surname yet?" Zhan Zhao heard the words and looked at the greasy-faced man, trying not to frown too tightly.

The other party leaned against the window as if he had no bones, and replied with a smile: "The name is not important. When you come here, you are under the protection of His Highness. Everything before——identity, name, and so on. It's all unimportant." He pointed his chin with his finger and said, "You can call me Zhang San or Li Si, it's just a code name, it doesn't make any sense."

"Your Highness?" Zhan Zhao thought with the little rationality left in his heart that maybe he could take this opportunity to get some news from these people, so he tried his best to ask, "Who is the Highness you are talking about? Do you have any?" Why are you here?"

The man gave him a look like a monster, and said, "Why do you care about those unimportant things? Your Highness is Your Highness, and we are already here, so what does it matter why we are here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Do nothing, this is the pure land on earth, and it is also a place of ultimate bliss. Your Highness bestows joy and joy on us, and eliminates all sorrow and pain."

"Why did he do this?" Zhan Zhao forced himself to ask questions, trying to use this method to wake himself up.However, he felt that following that person's words, he was falling more quickly.

"These are not important." The other party replied, "You have already come here, so you don't have to worry about anything." He glanced at the other person in the room, A Lan, and then he laughed, "You already have Wife?"

Zhan Zhao replied bluntly, "That's not my wife." He bit his lip violently, and regained some sanity, and then replied clearly, "She is my apprentice."

"It's up to you." The other party shrugged, "If you like, you can do it with every woman here..." He smiled ambiguously as he spoke, and then turned his gaze around Ah Lan's face.

It was an unabashed, guilt-free desire.

Zhan Zhao suddenly felt a burst of anger struggling from the bottom of his heart, as if the frozen negative emotions had been burnt open by the anger.He flicked his sleeves violently, and a surge of true energy was sent out along with the bulging sleeves, which actually forced the man back two steps abruptly.

The man was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed again, and said without hesitation: "You will get used to it." Then he turned and left.

Zhan Zhao's chest rose and fell slightly, he could feel that anger was being subdued quickly, he needed something else to maintain this feeling of heartbeat.This feeling of being alive.

"Master..." Ah Lan said timidly, a little distracted by Zhan Zhao's sudden change of color just now.

Zhan Zhao suddenly took a step forward, lifted Alan's chin and kissed it.

"Hmm..." Ah Lan's eyes widened in panic, but she quickly gave up struggling, and she followed her instinct to raise her neck.Suddenly her lips hurt, and Zhan Zhao actually bit her hard.

Alan let out a muffled cry, then pushed Zhan Zhao away forcefully, his chest heaving violently.As if the layer of honey or syrup that had wrapped her before was diluted by the intense emotion, A Lan suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Zhan Zhao opposite in horror.

Zhan Zhao also had a heavy breath, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you awake?" Only at this moment did he really feel his sanity come back, and his incomplete heart recovered again.

"I, how can I..." Ah Lan could feel the heart beating violently in her chest, and her mind was in chaos, "What happened to me just now?" That kind of strange calm, joy, and satisfaction, when she woke up and looked back, It's like the most terrifying existence.

Zhan Zhao answered briefly, "I don't know." He glanced around, "This place is very dangerous, it makes us lose our fighting spirit and indulge in meaningless comfort."

"What should we do?" Ah Lan could feel that feeling flooding in again, but she had the experience of breaking free once, so she was able to resist with all her strength this time.

Zhan Zhao suddenly grasped his injured arm forcefully, and exerted force suddenly.A kind of numb pain quickly became sharp, he clenched his teeth, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Alan and said, "Pain can keep us awake." He stretched out his hand to hold Alan's neck The earlobe was slowly exerting force, and after Ah Lan showed a pained expression, he whispered, "Remember, if there is no pain, all joy will be false. Now that you can feel the pain, joy is truly meaningful."

"Yeah." A Lan gritted her back teeth, "But, master...it really hurts." Zhan Zhao's hands were already strong, but now he lost his sense under the agitation of his emotions, A Lan only felt that it was about to hurt. Gotta cry.

"Then you do it yourself." Zhan Zhao let go.

A Lan silently reached out and pinched the earlobe, the strength was more like comforting pain.However, Zhan Zhao's gaze became severe, so she had no choice but to strike hard, one eye was closed due to the pain, and she looked like a one-eyed little monster.

"Pa, pa, pa" applause came from the door.They suddenly raised their heads and looked over there, only to see a stone man wearing a crown and a long robe standing at the door, those red eyes revealed a kind of admiration and amazement:

"As expected of Qingjiu's younger brother, he really has skills."