How to make the white lotus surrender

Yu Deng was so frightened that his heart was pounding. When those cold and bone-chilling hands wrapped around his wrists like slippery snake tails, he could only control himself not to shake them off by enduring.

He always felt that in the next second, the moody city lord of Dusheng would wring off his wrist inch by inch with a soft smile.

Under that pure white mask is probably the face of a demon with a grin, and sooner or later he will devour him to nothing.

It's just a matter of time.

As night fell, Yu Deng sat cross-legged on the bed nervously, under his shallow eyelids, his eyes rolled from time to time, obviously a little restless.

After the spiritual power circulated in the meridian for three weeks, the young man finally couldn't help opening his eyes and looked at the heavy door.

Everything around is quiet, there is no sound, and the familiar sound of pushing the door did not come as expected.

The eccentric city lord of Dusheng is not coming tonight.

Yu Deng should have breathed a sigh of relief, but he was used to being careful in front of that city lord, and he was afraid that the reason why the city lord didn't come today was because his subconscious avoidance action yesterday made that person unhappy.

It made the city lord angry, but he was the one who turned around and suffered.

Although Yu Deng has never been punished in practice, Yu Deng has heard a lot about the "brilliant deeds" of the city lord these days, and saw it with his own eyes yesterday.

He couldn't sit still, so he simply got up, and casually opened the window, intending to get some air.

Judging from today's situation, City Lord Dusheng probably won't come over.

Yu Deng felt for a moment that he was like the harem concubine waiting for the king to come. Of course, what he was worried about was not the disappearance of the 'king''s favor, but his own life.

After all, Yu Deng really couldn't figure out the temperament of the big boss in Dushengcheng. Flattery was useful at first, but it didn't work later, and he was completely indifferent.

After so many days, Yu Deng carefully asked about the whereabouts of Xie Ling and senior sister once or twice, but City Lord Dusheng ignored him at all, and his tone was even a bit cold, so Yu Deng didn't dare to say more.

I was afraid that talking too much would harm Xie Ling and senior sister.

The night is long, and it is gradually approaching dawn.

Yu Deng leaned against the window rail, watching the dawn that suddenly appeared on the horizon of the Demon Realm.

The sky in Demon Realm is always very strange, completely different from what we usually see, it only has three colors of black, white and gray, no sunlight, only the moon.

When the light of dawn appeared, the sky seemed to be suddenly turned white, and then, following the whiteness of that gap, the entire dark sky was turned upside down as if yin and yang had been reversed.

The arrival of daylight was caught off guard, almost in an instant.

Yu Deng squinted his eyes, and suddenly saw a beautiful boy in a light yellow robe standing on the arch bridge in the courtyard, lined with a soft white gown, with a thin figure, weak willows supporting the wind, and willow branches drooping by the bridge Complementing each other, it is like a beautiful ink painting that shines into people's hearts.

The beautiful young man seemed to feel Yu Deng's gaze, and with green fingers, he wanted to pick up the thin shirt on his shoulders a few points.

With a looming lingering and decadent feeling.

It seems that a fairy is willing to degenerate, but also looks like a child and innocent. There are many contradictions, which only attracts people to hold his slender waist, press down on the bed, suppress his slender wrists, and make him have nowhere to escape.

Yu Deng thought for a moment that he had misread, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

The person is still there, even half-sitting on the edge of the low arch bridge, his bare toes lightly pointing to the clear water, his powdery face even has a slightly drunken blush, giving him a sense of innocence and purity.

Yu Deng felt strange, thinking that this is the city lord's mansion, let alone the small courtyard of the city lord Dusheng, so there can't be any gorgeous ghosts who dare to come indiscriminately, right?

In fact, Yu Deng really overestimated the ambitions of those who vainly climbed to power.

It's just a life of a plaything. If you really seduce the city lord, then everyone will be happy. If you are killed by the city lord at will, then it doesn't matter.

Yu Deng frowned, his bare feet felt cold, so he casually put on a pair of cloth shoes, the beautiful insteps were exposed, dazzling white.

He didn't feel anything himself, he casually pushed open the door, and walked slowly to the side of the light-yellow handsome boy.

The beautiful boy was obviously a little nervous, he looked young, his fair and delicate face was covered with fine down, which showed a glint under the light of day, and his beautiful curled eyelashes trembled slightly, so fresh and delicious.

He seemed to feel that there was someone beside him, his fingers were trembling slightly, and his beautiful calf stiffened even more, which made people feel pitiful.

Yu Deng actually guessed a bit from this appearance, and before he could speak first, the beautiful boy turned his head slightly to look at him.

Seemingly seeing Yu Deng's face clearly, the young man was stunned for a moment, and a bit of surprise and amazement flashed in his beautiful amber eyes.

The boy's fingers were so nervous that he grabbed the bridge, his white teeth bit his rosy lips lightly, and couldn't help asking softly, "You, are you the Lord of the City?"

Very innocent, even somewhat naive.

Yu Deng was slightly stunned, and understood a little bit in his heart.

His ink-splashed hair was casually scattered, and was only tied casually with a piece of red silk. It was rare to have an uninhibited but pure beauty. Yu Deng's expression was very light, with only a slight arc. A bit like Senior Sister Bai Lian Zhu Zhi.

Looking at the young man with dark eyes, he said, "I am not."

In the small courtyard of the city lord's bedroom, besides the city lord, there is naturally the new lady who is being favored.

The young man was slightly stunned, as if he became more flustered when he knew that the handsome young man in front of him was the rumored wife of the city lord.

He stretched his ankles, and there was a string of light blue bead chains on his ankles, which made his ankles look more and more slender and fragile.

"Ma'am, slave, slave didn't break into the bedroom on purpose..."

Yu Deng hardly has anyone to talk to in the city lord's mansion, and the people who usually serve are basically puppets, who talk less and have no wit, and the city lord of Dusheng doesn't have the guts to chat with people, he's almost growing hair these days .

The boy in front of him is obviously a living person—of course, how could the bed warmer given to the city lord be a puppet.

Yu Deng saw that the young man's eyes were pure and clear, like a rabbit, no matter whether he was as innocent and cute as he looked, he was always a companion.

Yu Deng didn't think that these demonic cultivators who were stalking would dare to send people to kill him. Who would dare to touch his things easily with the unreasonable temperament of the city lord of Dusheng?

Yu Deng restrained his thoughts, his eyes touched the boy's bare ankle, he pointed casually, and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

It was a very ordinary question, as if the two were equals and strangers who met by chance.

The young man was stunned, he was at a loss for a while, his face was blushing, and he didn't dare to look at Yu Deng: "No, no..."

Seeing Yu Deng's eyes moving away from him, he suddenly mustered up some courage and said, "Ah, there are actually some..."

He said that his entire face was flushed with embarrassment, and his crystal and beautiful toes were slightly curled up, looking like he was about to smoke from embarrassment.

Yu Deng felt that the young man was really funny, but it didn't look like acting.

He turned his eyes to the boy and said, "Aren't you afraid when you come here?"

The boy's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he cheered up and said, "I'm not afraid."

Yu Deng nodded, without asking any further questions, he casually asked the young man, "Do you want to eat peach blossom wine rice balls?"

The young man looked at him suspiciously, Yu Deng let out a sigh, and said in a low voice, "I'm really dumb."

The boy in yellow obviously heard it, and he couldn't help blushing again, rubbing his hands uncontrollably, looking very nervous.

Yu Deng turned to him and said, "Follow me."

The boy followed obediently.

During the day, generally speaking, the city lord of crossing life would not return to the palace, so he would cook some food when he had nothing to do.

But it's boring to eat by myself, and I've finished reading the scriptures, and Yu Deng is about to go moldy.

The young man looked at the food on the white jade table in front of him. He rubbed his clothes and whispered, "Can these slaves eat?"

Yu Deng nodded and took the lead to eat some casually.

Seeing that the young man didn't dare to move, he said helplessly, "It's okay, and no one is staring at you, and I'm not giving you food for nothing, you just need to bring me some words once in a while to relieve my boredom."

The young man was a little surprised, he raised his eyes just in time to meet the young man's eyes, the young man's slightly restrained eyes subconsciously curved into a beautiful arc, and his thick eyelashes looked like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

The young man's face was red again, he gnawed on the jade chopsticks with his white teeth, and couldn't help but think, if, if this person is the city lord, it would be great.

After the two of them finished their meal, the shy young man took the initiative to present a dance to Yu Deng, his figure was as graceful as flying catkins, as beautiful as a butterfly in the sky.

After getting along with the young man, Yu Deng relaxed a lot, and his original worry also relaxed a little.

The smile on the boy's face became brighter and brighter.

No one could see a hidden figure on the bluestone road in the small courtyard.

The man was dressed in an apricot-colored robe, and his long hair was a little messy. A hibiscus face could amaze people all the time, but his complexion was terrifyingly pale, and his scarlet eyes contrasted sharply.

It is staring at the young man with a gentle smile not far away.

The young man was talking to the young man next to him without knowing anything, and he casually touched the young man's furry forehead when he was happy talking.

The veins in Zhu Zhi's hands are bulging. If anyone can see it, they will surely find that he is in the whirlpool of madness.

His slightly white, thick and suitable lips trembled slightly, as if he was muttering something, black, protruding bones flashed from time to time at the end of his eyes, and the strange snake scales slowly appeared on the side of his face.

He said in a low voice, like a curse: "You can't hurt him."

Yu Deng didn't know when it had become the last shackle that bound his reason.

The screen turned to Yu Deng, and the young man was saying goodbye to Yu Deng with a smile on his face.

Yu Deng also nodded to him quite relaxed, the young man pursed his lips, and left with a blushing face.

Zhu Zhi's eyes were dark and without a trace of luster, and he looked at Yu Deng half lying in the sun like a wooden stake.

He moved his fingertips slightly, but he still clenched his palm tightly.

Want to touch, but timid.

Time froze at this moment repeatedly, and it took a long time for Yu Deng to get up lazily.

He was going to leave the hospital to relax, but he didn't expect to bump into a young man wearing a light blue short jacket just after he left the hospital. The young man had bright eyes, a beautiful canine tooth, and a very cute smile.

The young man seemed to be hurt by the bump, but he was very worried about the person he bumped into, so he helped Yu Deng up very intimately, and put his palm on Yu Deng's waist intentionally or unintentionally and rubbed it twice.

His eyes are innocent and cute, but his movements are full of desire to hook or not.

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