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He stepped on the white jade stairs spiraling upwards in the Zhaixing Building, his hair was tied with a golden crown, and his black python robe fluttered in the long wind. His eyes were filled with whiteness all over the sky. The steps seemed to have no end. So straight to the sky.

Zhaixing Building Zhaixing Building, when this building was built at the beginning, it was to see how high the sky was, but it was only after realizing that the stars twinkling in the sky could not be touched by mortals. Owning the world, he is just a mortal after all...

Many years ago, I still remember that when he first came to the throne, he was full of vigor and high spirits. Once a crazy Taoist priest entered the palace at night and laughed and said that his ruined country was about to collapse. He didn't believe it.

He didn't believe it, he was talking nonsense!

It wasn't until after the Nuwa Palace wrote a poem that he suddenly realized that this statement might not be true. He never thought of blaspheming the Nuwa Empress, let alone writing a poem, but he just did it, and he couldn't control his behavior at all. , I don’t know what was fascinated by me at that moment.

Suddenly he realized that it was God's will, and God wanted to kill him!

The arrival of Daji pushed this kind of speculation to the peak, and he began to fall into a trance frequently. After he woke up, his goal was Daji's innocence mixed with a seductive smile. Some people disappeared, his queen, his son, his prime minister, his courtiers...

One after another, in his trance, they either died or rebelled, and he was powerless to stop them. The number of people around him was gradually decreasing, and his whole life was filled with Daji's gorgeous and enchanting face, which made him inexplicably disgusted.

Watching the world of Yin and Shang being shattered little by little, but powerless and confused, he couldn't help laughing at himself, he was probably the most useless king in the world, the most useless one, none.

Meeting Boyi Kao was an accident, or maybe it was inevitable.

That day when he was sitting on the throne, his expression was always cold and indifferent, but his soul seemed to be imprisoned. He was in a trance, and he didn't know what the ministers in the palace said. shout, "Your Majesty."

The voice was not loud, it was cold and clear, and there was a crisp and sweet sound of jade and stone hitting each other, and the three souls and seven souls returned to their places in an instant.

This was the first time in a long time that he woke up from the control. He raised his eyes and saw a young and elegant man kneeling in the hall. He recognized the man, Bo Yikao, Ji Chang's son. He didn't know much about him. I vaguely remember that this is a man who is good at piano.

By coincidence, he kept him, so this gentle, cold and somewhat stubborn man became Daji's teacher, staying in the palace to teach Daji the piano art.

Daji is not a peaceful woman. King Zhou didn't treat her well. He always looked at her with cold eyes. His dark eyes were full of killing intent. The emperor's deterrence was like thunder. Sometimes she didn't even Dare to face those eyes, even if she knew in her heart that King Zhou would not kill her, and he couldn't kill her easily.

In fact, she didn't like a man like Bo Yikao, who seemed gentle and easy to talk to, but deep down he was extremely arrogant, full of the rigid stubbornness unique to literati.

But she likes that face.

A small person like Bo Yikao was not in Daji's calculations from the very beginning. She once thought that if this person could understand current affairs, she would not mind keeping him alive.

She seduced him with her graceful figure, but unfortunately she didn't succeed, so she could only kill him.

"Come here." She shouted angrily, and a row of guards walked in, and she pointed to Boyi Kao: "This guy is trying to take advantage of me by giving me the piano, drag him out, and chop him into mincemeat!"

In fact, she was not as angry as she showed, but instead had a sense of precipitation in her heart.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and seeing the guards dragging Bo Yi Kao out, Daji's heart felt empty for a moment, she suddenly felt that maybe she actually liked this man a little bit, not just because of his face.

It's not necessarily true that I like it, it may be more like a kind of envy.

Daji sat slumped on the soft bed with a lonely expression. Bo Yikao did what she dared not do. He dared to resist her, even though he knew the ending, but she herself did not dare to resist the order of Empress Nuwa. Seeking the right result and willingly falling into the world of mortals, committing all kinds of evil, she took a dirty shortcut, she was ashamed of the Tao in her heart!

She didn't know at that time that King Zhou was standing behind the wooden screen of Shouxian Palace, watching this farce.

He quietly leaned over and said something to the attendant behind him, and then walked into the Shouxian Palace. Seeing this, Daji sobbed in a low voice and explained the reason aggrievedly, and then said that Bo Yikao dared to belittle the queen, that's all It's too cheap to kill him. Isn't Bo Yikao his father, Ji Chang, good at divination? Then make his son's meat into meatloaf for him to eat, and see if he can figure it out!

King Zhou pursed his lips, feeling a little interesting, so he nodded in agreement.

He looked at Daji's jade hand holding his sleeve, frowned slightly, and suddenly thought that she was lying on Bo Yikao's body like this not long ago, and he was even more displeased, so he flung it away without a trace, and comforted him with a soft voice After a few words, he turned around and left the Shouxian Palace.

Daji is not surprised, King Zhou doesn't like her, she has known for a long time, and she doesn't need anyone's love, just wait for the moment when this soupy country collapses, she can regain her freedom and achieve a positive result.

——This is what she wanted all her life!

When he returned to the sleeping hall, there was another figure in the hall as he wished. The young man dressed in brocade knelt down in a panic and saluted. He kept arguing that he was not rude to the queen, and begged the king to see clearly.

He heard him calling him again, a "big king" that was neither high nor low, as if mixed with endless respect, but when he listened carefully, he felt like a mockery. imperceptible ripples.

Obviously it is the same name as others, but it sounds completely different to his ears. He thought, this person is different, different from anyone else, he wants...to get him!

He walked over, raised Bo Yikao's chin, and made him look straight into his eyes, "You can let Ji Chang go back to Xiqi."

Yes, he can let Ji Chang go back. No matter whether Ji Chang exists or not, the Yin and Shang Dynasties will be destroyed. It doesn't make any sense at all.

"Really?" Bo Yikao asked in surprise, selectively ignoring King Zhou's fingers pinching his chin.

King Zhou nodded, with a cold and unfathomable expression on his face, "Of course it's true, why lie to you alone? But...in exchange, you have to stay and replace him."

"I am willing!" Bo Yikao agreed without hesitation, exchanging his freedom for his father's freedom, he felt it was worth it.

"It's so good." King Zhou smiled when he heard the words. The smile was extremely gentle. He bent his index finger and brushed it against Bo Yikao's cheek. Creepy, he said softly: "You'll regret it."

Bo Yikao looked at him firmly, "I won't."

"Remember your words." King Zhou withdrew his smile, leaned over and approached the person kneeling at his feet, his majestic and handsome face slowly approaching.

Bo Yikao subconsciously leaned back, but was pushed against the edge of the bed until the tips of their noses touched, staring at those deep and dark eyes at close range, a blush of embarrassment rose on his pale and resolute face .

Seeing this, King Zhou straightened up instead, and said with interest, with a certain kind of blatant malice in his tone, "Do you want to see your father?"

Probably because the trace of malice was too conspicuous, Bo Yikao felt terrified, hesitated for a while, but in the end, the longing prevailed, he nodded slowly, "Think."

King Zhou sneered when he heard the words, as if he wanted to say something, suddenly he heard the guard outside the door announce: "Your Majesty, there is a Taoist priest asking to see you."

"Taoist?" He frowned unconsciously when he heard the words, and Feiyang's expression collapsed instantly. He hated Taoist priests.

But he still went out, the Taoist priest was the one who told him that Chengtang Jiangshan was about to be destroyed many years ago. must die tonight."

He didn't believe it, but he couldn't help it. The Taoist priest never said anything good, but everything happened to be true.

He didn't ask why, and said directly: "How to save him?"

"You are the emperor of the world, and you bear the dragon's aura. If you use this aura as a guarantee, even the way of heaven cannot be easily judged."

"How should I do it?"

King Zhou didn't know what the Dragon Qi and the Dao of Heaven were, but this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of the Taoist priest. Since just now, Bo Yi Kao has been his property, and the only thing he owns belongs to him. will not let him die.

"Why do you need your majesty to do it?" The Taoist laughed.

So simple?King Zhou looked suspiciously at the crazy Taoist priest in front of him. He didn't believe that this person would help him for no reason, so he didn't agree immediately, but asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

The Taoist didn't hide anything, and answered simply: "Daji."

The corner of King Zhou's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to say: It's not rare for a seductress to be lonely, just knock her unconscious and take her away!

The Taoist immediately took out another pill and handed it over: "You try to get Daji to swallow this thing. After that, Pindao will immediately continue his life for Boyi Kaofa."

It is very simple to let Daji eat the elixir, just mix it into the food, and soon, a servant came to report that the queen had fainted suddenly, and the Taoist disappeared in the blink of an eye after hearing the words, presumably he went to the Shouxian Palace.

King Zhou didn't go with him, and he didn't care what the Taoist would do to Daji. When he returned to the dormitory, Bo Yikao had already fallen asleep lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping peacefully. My heart also became peaceful and quiet.

He suddenly felt that it would be nice to have such a person by his side for the rest of his life. As for whether that person was voluntary or not, it didn't make any difference to him.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and hugged the person leaning against the bed onto the bed. Boyikao was not fast asleep, but suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked at King Zhou, and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"

King Zhou nodded in response, and Bo Yikao suddenly found himself sleeping on the king's bed, and hurriedly rolled back to the ground and knelt down, the two looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

The Taoist came back soon, but he was alone without Daji. Although King Zhou was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions.

The Taoist priest took out the peach wood sword without saying a word and started to practice. Following his movements, a little golden light source continuously overflowed from King Zhou's body, and then sank into the body of Bo Yikao next to him. Bo Yikao was wrapped in this dazzling golden light, the golden light seemed to reach the sky, but was firmly suppressed in the palace by the invisible formation, after a while, the practice ended, the Taoist put away the peach wood sword, the golden light also Then it was fleeting, as if it had never existed.

Boyi Kao, who was an ordinary person, couldn't bear the strong and pure breath for a while, and passed out during the practice. At this time, the golden light dissipated, and his body lost support and suddenly fell to the ground. King Zhou stepped forward to support him, and turned his head. Ask the Taoist priest: "Is this all right?"

The Taoist nodded, not wanting to delay any longer, and left in a cool and unrestrained manner.

Ji Chang was imprisoned in a low house on the outskirts of Chaoge. The dirt walls were so dilapidated that they looked like they could collapse at any time from a distance.

Bo Yikao woke up in such a low room, the light in the room was very dark, the closed wooden door exuded a smell of corruption, and a ray of light came in from the window, which could illuminate the furnishings in the room.

Whoever sits against the light, the sunlight casts a layer of golden edges on his figure, like a fairy descended from the mortal world.

Bo Yikao got up, his eyes were not clear just now, he took two steps closer, almost touching the person, and then suddenly realized, "Your Majesty?!"

He took two steps back and bowed down.

King Zhou didn't care about his almost offensive behavior at the beginning, with a wicked smile on his lips, he asked with deep meaning: "Don't you want to see Ji Chang?"

Bo Yikao nodded hesitantly: "Yes."

"Come with Gu." King Zhou stood up and led Bo Yikao to the side of the dirt wall. There was a small hole in the wall. He motioned for Boyikao to approach. To the ragged and unkempt Ji Chang next door.

"Father..." Bo Yikao murmured, looking at his father's old and desolate appearance, his eyes became moist instantly, blurring his vision.

He turned his head and looked at King Zhou beggingly: "Your Majesty, may I ask you to have a few words with your father?"

King Zhou shook his head slowly but resolutely, cutting off Bo Yikao's last thought.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Bo Yikao's long hair, with such strength that he could almost tear off the opponent's scalp.

Bo Yikao was caught off guard and screamed in pain, but his mouth was tightly covered and he couldn't make a sound. He turned his head in horror. Under the dim light, he couldn't even see King Zhou's face clearly, only the man's lips The trace of cruel or sarcastic smile on the side is deeply engraved in my mind like a brand.

He only glanced at it, and then King Zhou pulled his hair and pushed him to the entrance of the cave, forcing him to look directly at Ji Chang who was in the next room.

Tears blurred the vision into one piece, vaguely, you can vaguely see Ji Chang leaning on the table divination, and don't know what the hexagrams show, he suddenly threw himself on the table and cried bitterly, the crying intermittently through The mouth of the hole heard: "My son! My son..."

Suddenly there was a warm and moist touch from the neck, and the hot and humid tongue licked his neck, a little itchy, but more frightened.

King Zhou leaned on his back, let go of his left hand covering his lips, and instead put his hand into the hem of his clothes, the cold palm pressed against his waist, which made him gasp in shock, his thin body Trembling endlessly.

"Hehe..." King Zhou chuckled vaguely, the tip of his tongue flicked to his ears, and there was a faint warning in his soft voice: "Don't make a sound, this wall is not soundproof at all."

The tip of his tongue was like a snake, nimbly inserted into Bo Yikao's ear, rubbed and licked it lightly, and there was a bit of licking water in his voice: "Of course, you can also scream out wantonly. Come on, if you don't mind your appearance being seen by your father."

Hearing this, Bo Yikao barely needed to think, and subconsciously closed his lips tightly, not daring to make any more noise.

Seeing this, King Zhou smiled more and more complacently. He slid his palm to Boyi Kao's chest, and pinched viciously on the fragile protrusion, which stimulated the body below him to tremble violently. The cry overflowed from between his lips and teeth, tempting his eardrums.

The depressing voice was as clear as before, and the sound of "King" that awakened his soul from above the hall suddenly came back to his ears, and his body was so excited because of this, the scorching flames burned in his body, making him eager to pull his body Together, they were burned to ashes in the flames and blended with each other.

Also want to... hear more...

He obeyed the desire in his heart, moved his lips and tongue, but suddenly bit the side of the other party's neck, the bite was too deep, the salty blood smell permeated in the mouth, felt the panic and trembling of the body in his arms, he He stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked and sucked at the bite wound. The red tongue was rolled with red blood beads and swallowed into the mouth, staining his lips red.

He pulled Bo Yikao's hair, the pain in his scalp forced him to turn his head to face him, his brows were tightly frowned, his pale and handsome face was full of unbearable pain, he saw that the other party lost his bloody and trembling lips, his heart Feeling inexplicably dissatisfied, she lowered her head and kissed. After a long time of separation, the suffocating kiss made the pale face a little more rosy, and the blood left on the lips also dyed the other's lips alluringly.

Bo Yikao didn't speak, he suppressed the screams and groans that overflowed from his mouth, and looked at King Zhou's eyes that were as cold, clear, indifferent, and alienated as usual, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he raised a somewhat mocking and sneering arc .

This inadvertent provocative expression made people want to destroy him more and more, with a kind of crazy power.

His hands moved down without any scruples, and he flexibly untied the other party's belt, and the white trousers slid down to the ground. Bo Yikao felt a chill in his lower body, the cold wind blew between his thighs, and his legs trembled unconsciously , intending to close because of shame.

However, he was stopped by a hand. The palm rubbed from his abdomen to his buttocks with the familiar cold temperature. The palm was soft and smooth without any calluses. It was a pampered hand, the hand of King Zhou.

Bo Yikao's eyes finally met a bit shaken and apprehensive. He supported the wall with both hands, looked back at King Zhou, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was blocked by soft lips.

After the kiss, King Zhou slightly hooked his lips, and the smile he raised again made people tremble and fear. He pressed Bo Yikao's face to the wall, forcing him to look through the hole, his eyes were oppressed, and his vision darkened. In the blur, Ji Chang's figure appears and disappears from time to time.

Even though he knew that Ji Chang couldn't see the scene here, the sense of immorality and shame still made him restless and struggled violently.

With his strength, that slight struggle was just a little more fun for King Zhou, and he was easily suppressed.

The smile on the corners of King Zhou's lips became more and more gentle, so gentle that it was almost cruel. He whispered in Bo Yikao's ear, "Guess what your father calculated?"

That hand was still walking on the body, but the cold temperature brought out a series of fiery desires, Boyikao bit his lip to suppress the moan that was about to come out, his breathing became heavier and heavier, he heard King Zhou's voice, For a while, he couldn't quite understand the meaning of the words, his mind was empty, and his eyes were loose and confused.

King Zhou spent all his time whirling about the body in his arms. It belonged to him and only to him. Just thinking about it like this could make the fire of desire rise up in his body, which was unstoppable.

The fingertips brushed gently across the entrance, it seemed a little itchy, the person in his arms trembled for a moment, both thighs were trembling, he was happy to see him, his hands were hard, and the fingertips suddenly sank into it.

The scream caused by the sting was swallowed into his belly. King Zhou watched the other party's self-conscious and forbearing behavior with satisfaction, and said in a low voice: "Tiger poison does not eat its offspring. Daji once said that he would chop you into meatloaf and feed him to you." Give it to Ji Chang. If he doesn't eat it, it means that he is very accurate in divination. If he really eats it, it means that he has gained a false reputation and played tricks. It doesn't matter if he is sent back to Xiqi. Doesn’t it count? Will you eat it?”

Bo Yikao shook his head suddenly, and struggled again, but King Zhou ignored him and added another finger, which easily hurt him so much that he lost the strength to struggle.

At this time, there was the knocking sound of the chain shaking, followed by the creaking sound of the wooden door opening. Bo Yi Kao was so frightened that he didn't dare to move any more. He looked through the hole stiffly, and saw someone walking in with a basket. , said a few words with Ji Chang, and brought out a plate from the basket, just as King Zhou said just now, the plate really contained a few crispy fried meat patties.

Bo Yikao was completely absorbed by the scene next door, he felt chills all over his body, and suddenly felt a pain in his body, and the burning body replaced his fingers suddenly pushed into his body, and moved slowly.

Tears couldn't stop falling down, burning his cheeks, soaking into the dirt wall. I don't know if it was because of the unrestrained entry and exit under the body, or because he watched his father gobble up the plate of meatloaf.

It wasn't his meat, but his father didn't know that he was killed by the Taoist priest, but that couldn't be calculated by divination. Ji Chang didn't know that he was still eating what he thought was his son in order to survive. The meat, choked to tears.

He supported the wall with one hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and his fingertips almost dug into the wall, while the other hand covered his mouth, biting hard on the tender flesh of his thumb, and suppressed all the cries and shouts. The groans were all blocked by his lips, only a few inconspicuous moans came out faintly.

There was the obscene sound of water stains and slapping next to his ears, mixed with the seemingly indistinct sound of chewing when Ji Chang was eating meatloaf, it could almost drive him crazy.

The brain is completely blank, and the eyes are blurred.

In the mist, a hot current poured into his body, his body softened, and he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground slumped.

After venting, King Zhou was unexpectedly gentle, he gently covered Boyikao's eyes, and carried him back to the bed.

"Come on."

The servant pushed the door open and entered, turning a blind eye to the musk deer scent and obscene aftertaste in the room, and stood cautiously and respectfully by the door with his head down.

King Zhou took a deep breath and sighed, "Let Ji Chang go."

"Yes." The servant followed the order and closed the wooden door thoughtfully.

King Zhou looked back at the unconscious Bo Yikao, his condensed eyes gradually softened, he picked up the other's palm, gently stroked the tooth marks bitten by himself on Bo Yikao's hand, then bowed his head, The cold lips overlapped on the bruised and bruised tooth marks, an indescribable fit.

"Ji Changgu let go, and from now on, you will be alone, belonging only to Gu..."

When people are about to die, it is easy to think about the past. He laughed at himself, retracted his messy thoughts, and continued to walk on the endless white jade steps of the Zhaixing Building. The strong wind from the tall building messed up his hair.

Zhou Jun has already reached Chaoge, Yin Shang is about to be destroyed, as he already knew, there is no fluctuation in his heart.

Daji didn't know where she went, and he didn't want to care about her. He never cared much about people who had nothing to do with him.

What made him happier was that Bo Yikao was still following him, wearing the clothes of a guard and following behind him. Even if he didn't look back, he knew that the expression on that person's face would never be happy or joyful.

Some things never belonged to him from the very beginning, such as his country, his throne; and some people will never belong to him even if they are forcibly bound with chains, such as Bo Yi Kao.

Forget it, let him accompany him for the last part of the journey. After he dies, he will let Boyikao leave as he promised.

He couldn't bear to let go, but he couldn't bear that person to die with him.

If Bo Yikao had half of his nostalgia for him, he would be ruthless to die with him, but he didn't, so let it be like this, force it for a lifetime in life, and there is no need to bother after death.

The flames erupted suddenly, and the Zhaixing Building was plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

King Zhou sat down by the Jiuqu Lan, looked at the back of Bo Yikao leaving, he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved, there was only one thing he hated clearly, his heart was empty, and there was nothing left inside. anyone and anything.

Until the familiar sound of the zither rang in his ears, he even thought it was an illusion, but when he saw that deserted figure sitting across the sea of ​​fire from him, playing the zither for him, he suddenly felt that he deserved to die.

After conferring the gods, he suddenly went up to the heavenly court. Through the colorful lotus pond, he could vaguely see that familiar figure. Can't help but whisper softly: "Bo Yi...Kao..."

The man looked back at him, his voice was as clear as when he first met: "Your Majesty."

An idle sound, an empty dream.

[Journey to the West: Changing Class Bodhisattva Soy Sauce]