My master is obedient and soft

"Honorable Lord to—"

The palace servants outside the door called loudly, and Zheqing followed and turned around, seeing Wen Yuan stepping into the door and walking towards him.

Today he is dressed in a black outfit, with a hunting cloak swinging behind him. His shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, his legs are long and straight, and he exudes a cold aura. Lord of the Demon Realm.

Except Zheqing.

He stood there without moving, watching Wen Yuan approaching him step by step, and when the two faced each other, Zheqing frowned slightly, pointed down at the chain on his ankle and said, "You want to do what."

Wen Yuan smiled indifferently when he heard the words, he waved the servants to go out, and said, "Master, didn't you ask this knowingly?"

He glanced at the long dragging chain, looked at Zheqing's eyes with a little reproach, gave a "tsk", shook his head again, and said in a helpless tone: "Master, you still can't figure it out." own position."

"You are not a fairy now, do you still need me to remind you again?"

"Now, you are my prisoner, Wen Yuan."

He took a step forward and approached Zheqing, his handsome and formidable face was infinitely enlarged in front of Zheqing, so that he was all reflected in Zheqing's pupils.

The current Wen Yuan's figure is really too tall, and Zhe Qing looks really thin and thin in front of him.

Wen Yuan raised his hand and rubbed Zheqing's lips lightly with his thumb. Because the two were very close at this time, and he made the next move, the atmosphere around him instantly heated up.

His tone sounded a little intimate: "Zheqing who is not good will be locked up with a chain."

Unexpectedly, Zheqing didn't resist, and looked up at him with dim eyes.

Wen Yuan chuckled and put down his hands: "Master, what kind of eyes is that?"

Zheqing said: "Even if you treat a prisoner, you shouldn't use humiliating methods."

"humiliation?"

Wen Yuan repeated it as if he had heard some funny joke, then tilted his head to look at Zheqing and said, "Master, does this count as humiliation?"

Zheqing looked away from him, and replied flatly: "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

Wen Yuan's eyes instantly sank.

He spoke gloomyly, with an imperceptible sneer: "Yes, of course it doesn't make sense for the majestic Zheqing Immortal Zheqing to be with a demon clan."

"dont you agree?"

Zheqing didn't seem to want to continue talking with him, he turned around and wanted to walk to the edge, but Wen Yuan grabbed his wrist.

Zheqing turned around, and suddenly found that Wen Yuan's eyes had turned red at some point, and the imprint of the Demon Lord in Yintangjian was faintly glowing red.

Zheqing was startled, did what he said irritate him?Could it be that Wen Yuan was extremely angry?

Although he also felt that his attitude towards Wen Yuan just now was indeed a bit too indifferent, but what he said was indeed the truth, no one should be grateful to Dade when he is being bullied.

Although...he just felt uncomfortable.

Zheqing pursed his lips, looked at Wen Yuan's intransigence, finally sighed, and said, "Being a teacher doesn't mean that."

In fact, he rarely calls himself a teacher in front of Wen Yuan.

In a sense, Wen Yuan was also raised by him alone. The general title of teacher made Zheqing feel that the distance between them was too far. In those years, he always wanted to communicate with Wen Yuan better, so it became a habit.

Zheqing said: "Although I am not your master now, we have been together for so many years. Although I have become a prisoner, you have punished me during those days in the dungeon, and I have vented my anger." Now, if you still feel uneasy, you can continue to torture me."

He said softly, "It's just... to compensate you."

"But you do this," Zheqing moved his right foot, and the chain made a soft sound, "it makes me feel very uncomfortable."

An indescribable pain.

He would rather Wen Yuan take revenge on him, but he doesn't want to be imprisoned in the deep palace by him, listening to his sarcasm from time to time.

Wen Yuan's red eyes fixedly looked at Zheqing's rosy lips which opened and closed. In the past few days, Zheqing was not as thin as before, and he had put on a little weight.

After hearing what he said, Wen Yuan was silent for a few seconds, took a step back, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter was very abnormal, Zheqing's heart beat faster for a few seconds, Wen Yuan stopped after a while, the expression on his face was sad and crazy.

The corners of Wen Yuan's eyes were moistened slightly, he resisted the monstrous desire to destroy everything and said to Zheqing: "Master, let me ask you again, do you think this is humiliation?"

Zheqing looked at him without answering.

Wen Yuan said: "...do you know how I spent those 300 years in the Nightmare Realm?"

Zheqing was flustered for a moment, the last thing he wanted was for Wen Yuan to mention the past in front of him.

At that time, he was pierced through the heart by Zheqing's sword, and he was seriously injured and was dying.

"At first it was endless sea water, icy cold, and the water trickled in from my wound. It hurt so much. I couldn't breathe, but I saw myself sinking to an unknown place."

"There is no grass growing on the land of the Nightmare Domain. When I was lying on it and couldn't move, I thought, in this life, I will turn into bones in this place."

Zheqing listened to him talking word by word about the encounters that he hadn't personally experienced, and listened to his words, but it hurt her heart.

"Did you know that there are so many ancient monsters in Nightmare Realm?"

"They all went crazy when they smelled the fresh blood. At that time, I barely supported myself, picked up whatever was at hand and fought with them to the death."

"Many times, I was about to be unable to stand up, the blood was about to flow dry, and I had no strength. I just thought, Zheqing, how could you be so cruel."

Zheqing couldn't bear what he said, and his heart ached as if bleeding. He closed his eyes and raised his head, holding back the tears.

"But fortunately, I seem to be protected by a god, and I can save myself from danger every time. I also couldn't figure it out. Later, I felt that maybe it was because of God's favor that I should not die."

What happened at that time was actually described by Wen Yuan in a few simple words, but Zheqing could imagine Wen Yuan's despair and life and death at that time through his words.

But the culprit of that is him.

It was he who stabbed Wen Yuan's heart with a sword, it was he who knocked him down to the Nightmare Domain, and it was he who made him suffer for 300 years alone in that barren place.

He could imagine how a seriously injured person who was about to die fought with those monsters, and how much cruel training he had to endure to reach the current position of Demon Lord.

A full 300 years.

Wen Yuan's voice was no longer as crazy as before, he gradually calmed down, and said to Zheqing: "Master, did you see the mark between my eyebrows? Later, I also knew that my body is an ancient monster, maybe that's it... …When I first fell into the Nightmare Domain, I was able to save my life from those monsters."

Zheqing wanted to say, no, that's not the case, but he bit his lip and couldn't utter a word after all.

It took a long time for him to open his eyes. A film of water had already covered those beautiful eyes in the past, but it seemed that he was fragile and charming at this moment.

"……do you hate me?"