Prince is a slave

He stepped out of the prison cell, stepped outside, the strong daylight almost made his eyes dazzled, and made the corners of his eyes sore.

He just stood there in this white light, until a thin and tall figure of a young man slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man walked among the flowers and plants with a serious expression, and fiddled with the reeds as tall as him from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

At that time, he was wearing a pure white robe, the wide sleeves almost hanging down to the ground.The whole person walked up to him cleanly, and when he raised his face, the sun just shone into the depths of his golden brown eyes, bright as crystal.

"Ah... hello." The boy with golden brown eyes looked at him, with two smile marks on his cheeks, "Excuse me, have you seen my cat? It refused to take a bath and ran out of the house secretly."

"...Did you mean this one?" Yi Tao took out a black cat with its teeth and claws from behind, lifted it in front of the boy, and said with a blank expression, "It scratched me just now. I was just about to clean it up .”

That was the first time he saw Ye Yun, at the hunting ground on the outskirts of Elbe. At that time, he was not the king of Elbe, but just a son under the protection of his father's wings.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Tao suddenly discovered that Ye Yun had been standing beside him silently for so long, from boy to youth, from son to king.It turns out... eight years have passed.

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The blood trickled down slowly along the texture of the stone bed, a dangerous dark red, converging into thin fishy-sweet threads in the crevices.

"Squeak."

The door of the cell opened, and someone walked in.

Ye Yun closed her eyes and didn't look.The man walked up to him holding a torch, and the jumping flames illuminated Ye Yun's pale face and bleeding legs.

The man looked at him through the ferocious bronze, but his eyes were pitiful.

"Brother, I have been interrogating him for a day and a night, and I still refuse to say anything." The jailer lowered his head respectfully and explained to the bronze masked man.

The man still looked down at Ye Yun, who was lying on the stone bed with bruises all over his body. After a while, he said to the jailer: "...Stand back. I have something to ask him alone."

After screening away the others, the man sat down beside Ye Yun's couch and asked in a low voice:

"You are actually the Wu Ling of Chen Guo... right?"

Ye Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, and turned his head to stare at the man wearing the bronze mask. His originally pale face became almost as transparent as jade, and he moved. Touching his bloodstained lips, he said, "You... who are you?"

"I was supposed to be a dead man who went with the former king. Fortunately, the king rescued me and survived." The man said calmly, "You can call me Uncle Chen, or Da Sichen...if you want ...You can also call my great spirit head when there is no one else."

Ye Yun's pupils closed suddenly, even if he was as calm as him, he couldn't say a word in shock at this moment, he could only stare blankly at the gray-haired old man in front of him, his lips trembled slightly because of the excessive shock. trembling.

Chen Guo is the most indifferent and mysterious country among the several countries that were ruled by the mainland. Its people deeply believe in the blessings of gods, and there are ten men and ten women who serve as saints serving the gods. These 20 people all have strong aura, and The head of the Great Spirit Head is the most powerful, and can even sense the will of the gods and talk to the gods.

Ye Yun was predicted by the deceased Wu Ling to be the next Master Wu Ling when he was five years old.When accepting the blessing, most of the face of the great spirit head standing on the high altar was covered by a golden mask, and a pair of pale golden eyes looked at him from top to bottom.

That kind of sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything, just one glance, made Ye Yunmei unforgettable.

However, it was such a god-like existence who betrayed Chen Guo in a battle a few years later and defected to Elbe.After going to Elbe, no one knew what identity he changed or what name he changed, because witch spirits all wore masks, and no one even knew his appearance.

Except for the other nineteen witch spirits who might be able to use divination to vaguely determine the movement of the great spirit head, it is absolutely wishful thinking for others to find him.

Although Ye Yun is young, he is the most spiritual among all the witch spirits. The king of Chen State sent Ye Yun to Elbe to find the head of the spirit.Ye Yun gradually judged that the aura of the Great Spirit Head was the strongest in the royal city, and just as he was about to make the final judgment, he met Yi Tao in the hunting ground.

Wu Ling fell into a quagmire.

Yi Tao, the eldest son of the Elbe royal family, seems destined to become a hurdle he cannot overcome.An indifferent disposition, an unpredictable temper, and...a cold attitude that seems to be indifferent to everything.

As a witch spirit, you should have a heart like still water, so that you can hide your strengths and bide your time, and stick to your spirit.But Yi Tao's appearance broke all his rules and forcefully dragged him out of the cage of aloofness and self-sufficiency.

His spirituality was lost little by little in his growing obsession with Yi Tao.He has a psychic medium brought from Chen Guo - the holy beast "Lingmao".When he first arrived in Yibei, he could still understand Lingmao's foreign language, but as his spiritual power weakened, gradually, listening to Lingmao's call was no different from others, and he could no longer distinguish the language of the underworld.

Feelings ruined his spirituality.It was no longer possible for him to determine the location of the great spirit head, and he would no longer be able to return to Chen Guo and confess to the king.

He can only stay in Elbe.

After losing everything, only Yi Tao was left behind.

"Farewell to Chen Guoyi, I don't think you've grown up so much." Chen Bo said lightly, looking at him with pale golden eyes behind the bronze mask, "...the spiritual power on your body is so weak that it's almost gone. around, I hardly recognize you."

"You... you really are..."

Uncle Chen nodded, passed the torch to the nearby wall lamp, ignited the wick, threw the torch on the ground, and extinguished it.

Under the uncertain light of the lamp, Uncle Chen raised his hand and slowly removed the bronze mask on his face.Ye Yun just stared at him in a daze, watching him remove the mask from his face and finally reveal his real face.

At that moment, Ye Yun was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

When Uncle Chen was wearing a mask, because of his gray hair, he also had a long white beard under the mask, making people think he was an old man with a gray beard.

However, who knows that the beard is not real, but a blindfold attached to the mask. After taking it off, it turns out to be a young and beautiful face, rich and handsome.

Ye Yun looked at this handsome man with white hair and snow, didn't know what to say for a long time, but just shook his head in a daze.

The head of the Great Spirit should be an octogenarian old man, and this... this...

"I'm over a hundred years old." Uncle Chen said softly, "However, being able to communicate with gods is not a lie, so I am old and not aging. The ancient shamans' capitals did not grow gray hair until they were three hundred years old, and their aura and body were exhausted together. , but I... Since I became the first king, Da Sichen, my mind has gradually become chaotic, and within ten years, my spirit can no longer support me, and my hair is already full of hair. Thinking about it, I can't last too long."

"The saying of immortality...is it true?"

"There is no one who is not old in the world. He is just a living corpse without emotion, so he can live a hundred years longer than others." Chen Bo said with a wry smile, "If you guard the altar for 300 years until you die of old age, such a life will be shorter than a blink of an eye. The morning dew that is death is even more boring."

"But you..." Ye Yun looked at his young and plump face, then slowly moved his eyes away, and landed on the snow-white hair, "Why did you... have to be reduced to this..."

"Where does the theory of degeneration come from?" Uncle Chen smiled lightly, "Although my life is shorter than the spiritual capitals of previous dynasties, no one of them may dare to laugh at me for living an embarrassing life than them. This world is unwilling to accept fate, Am I the only one who wants to break through the shackles even if his head is bleeding?"

As Chen Bo said, his eyes fell on Ye Yun's hideously wounded legs: "...What about you? Why not?"

"I..." Ye Yun lowered her head, looked at her hands that were bruised by the iron chain, and shook her head, "No, I hate him..."

"Then are you willing to go back to the altar and dedicate your life to the blessings of the gods, forever?"

Ye Yun thought for a while, then shook his head again.

Chen Bo sighed and said, "Isn't that enough? But Ye Yun... I thought you would hand over Lingmao to Yi Tao. But you can't let it go."

Ye Yun said: "That is the holy beast that Chen Guo can pass through the underworld, how can... how can I take its heart..."

Uncle Chen shook his head: "Even if it is a holy beast, if it cannot empathize with its mind, it is no different from grass and trees."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and raised his hand to poke Ye Yun's forehead: "Actually, it's not that you are reluctant to sacrifice the spirit beast for Yi Tao, but... because the person he wants to save with it... Yi Tao is right. His caring makes you feel bad, doesn't it?"

Ye Yun bit her lip tightly and did not speak.

"...People are selfish." Uncle Chen said softly, "You would rather die than fulfill his wish for Iroka."

Ye Yun was silent for a while, buried her face in the crook of her arms, her voice was a little hoarse: "... big spirit head, I... I don't know... I just feel very painful... the injury on my leg... and... my heart ...It hurts very much...I'm afraid, I can't hold it anymore..."

"...Then do you want to see him again?"

Ye Yun didn't speak for a while, and after a long time, she slowly shook her head and said:

"But...I want to tell him one last joke, Great Spirit Head...can you...bring it to him for me?"

Uncle Chen nodded: "You can tell. But after I finish speaking, I have something to ask for your help."

Ye Yun raised her head, looked at the dark and damp wall, thought for a while, her expression was a little indifferent, but her voice was very hoarse.

"Once upon a time, there was a fool.