How to make the white lotus surrender

Yu Deng lifted off the light gray quilt, walked barefoot to the side of the bed curtain, and gently opened the bed curtain with fingers with naturally red knuckles.

The breath of the morning is blowing, today is Saturday, and the morning of the holiday is particularly relaxing.

The dust of the city and the aroma of breakfast are mixed together, and there is a smell of red dust and fireworks.

The young man closed his eyes and leaned against the window frame. Last night's dream was too bizarre, and the bloody picture seemed to be still in front of him.

The boy looked at him like a lingering, cruel art painting.

The dark, hazy, morbid and juvenile brilliance are mixed together, as if prepared by the brightest and darkest oil paints in the world.

Yu Deng took a deep breath, the trembling of his fingertips was still his uncontrollable physiological reaction.

He lowered his eyes, and the sun fell on his fair face, which together with the shadow divided that handsome face into two sides.

Yu Deng pressed the fingerprint on the phone to unlock it, and on the page of the phone was the interface of the novel he saw last night.

【"Zhu Zhi gently pinned the hair on the side of his ears behind his head, the smile on his lips was soft and gentle, and there was a bright little mole on his cheek, which caused Yu Deng's eyes to sweep up uncontrollably.

'I really want to make people want to lick it to see if his face will turn red completely. With such a soft temperament, Senior Sister should be a little bit unbearable to such Meng Lang, right? '

Yu Deng's cheeks were a little red, how could he know what kind of face was behind the gentle and elegant senior sister in his eyes.

The smile on the corners of Zhu Zhi's lips deepened, Yu Deng would never know the reason why the people around him who admired him were separated without a trace.

They also don't know that in the eyes of others, the two are only one step away from becoming a Taoist couple.

It's just... the identity of the city lord of Dusheng always makes Zhu Zhi feel uneasy.

What if Yu Deng can't accept his identity?

Even though Zhu Zhi can play tricks in many ways, once the upright Yu Deng discovers his unbearable identity, I am afraid that the young man will only want to stay away from him from now on.

Zhu Zhi drooped his eyes, the shadows on his eyelids were somewhat thick, and the dark haze seemed to be gathering in his eyes.

Then keep it a secret, he always has a way to keep it a secret forever. "]

This passage is a passage from the fan-art "No Escape (Zhu Zhi x Yu Deng)" in "The Little Fugitive of Master Qing Leng".

Before going to bed last night, Yu Deng accidentally opened it and looked at it for a long time.

Maybe it was influenced by the dream, Yu Deng always felt that if the boy in the dream was really the boyhood of Zhu Zhi in the same human literature, then that white-cut-black temper seemed to make sense.

Yu Deng has dreamed of the boy twice so far, and the thoughts in his mind are too mixed.

Frowning annoyedly, his knuckles slightly bent, he opened the comment section of this fanfiction that he inexplicably likes.

——"Ah, Mrs. Immortal! The Lantern Party is satisfied!!"

——"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-fairy"

——"One thing to say, when I read the original work, I always felt that Zhizhi's character was not quite right. The author didn't describe Zhizhi's identity in detail, but only said that he was an orphan who joined the Lingxiao Sect when he was a teenager, and he was very talented.

But if you think about it carefully, first of all, in the realm of comprehension, strength is paramount, and the weak are prey to the strong. A teenage boy disguised as a woman, looks good and has no backing. He has definitely seen a lot of ugly worlds, so pure and flawless. Personality is actually the worst part.

Zhizhi is definitely a white cut black. I found out from the first time Dengdeng was cheated. His words seemed to be fine, but he was obviously suspected of provoking fire.

So this lady set up Zhizhi as the city lord of Dusheng, but I think this is the most reasonable existence.The biggest boss has always been like a shadow in the original text, which always makes people feel wrong, but everyone thinks about it from another angle, what if he has been in front of everyone from the beginning? "

——Floor 1: "Sisters are awesome!!"

——Floor 2: "Thinking about it this way... the grass is so touching! I don't care if this is the original work!!"

Yu Deng couldn't help but read the comments of this netizen named "Zhi Deng Locked Up for Me" over and over again, and an inexplicable sour feeling came to his heart.

Senior Sister Zhizhi must have suffered a lot.

As soon as this idea came out, the young man's delicate and delicate face appeared more and more clearly in Yu Deng's mind.

Yu Deng put down his phone dejectedly, pressed his index finger on his temples casually, the under eye sockets showed a bit of black and blue, his eyelids lifted a little feebly, and a bit of blue shadow appeared on his chin.

The young man looked unspeakably decadent and uninhibited, but even so, he was still so handsome that no one dared to look directly at him.

Barefoot, he walked to the bathroom, turned on the warm orange light, unscrewed the cold water with his knuckles, lowered his head, and let the cold water wash over his head.

His slender hands were grabbing the edge of the sink urgently, blue veins bulged on the back of his hands, and the orange light made his whole body seem to be coated with a layer of gold.

Yu Deng's drooping face could not be seen clearly in the shadows, his throat slid gently, but his rose-colored lips did not move, as if he was locking his breath tightly, experiencing the suffocation of dying.

The whitish finger bones slapped off the flowing faucet, and the young man stood up abruptly, and the moist water slowly dripped from his hair, face, and corners of his mouth onto his robe, staining some traces of wetness.

Yu Deng raised his head slightly, combed with his hands, and brushed the messy hair behind his head, revealing the smooth skin on his forehead.

A drop of water dripped from his tall nose, like some kind of indescribable and ambiguous sweat.

Yu Deng raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. The light on the top of his skull flickered for a moment, half off and half on. The bathroom is in a darker place indoors, so the contrast between light and dark is stronger.

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The sound of tiny wires being burned became more and more obvious in his ears. After a long period of darkness, the lights came on again.

This time, Yu Deng saw not only himself in the mirror, but also a young man in a white robe covered in blood.

The young man's face was pale and almost gray, like a stiff corpse, but he was really good-looking, with long and thick eyelashes, his lips were so light that it almost blended with his complexion, his eyes were pure black, empty, as if he couldn't into any bright abyss.

Under the eyelids is a very light red, very fragile red, so dark that it will turn completely pale in the next second.

Yu Deng's pupils shrunk, but he didn't realize that the self in the mirror was looking at the young man who suddenly appeared with an indescribable look, with sudden surprise and slight panic, soft and unbelievable.

The young man in white robe slowly fixed his eyes on Yu Deng's face, and slowly, slowly, a strange and indiscernible smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

It was as if his whole body was locked in place, unable to move.He was trying to smile, but he couldn't smile normally, so he looked extraordinarily sinister.

Yu Deng's vision gradually blurred, his feet swayed, and his hands rested on the sink.

A pair of cold hands held his waist, and the gentle force gave him a familiar illusion.

Yu Deng has a subconscious feeling at this time, this young man is the boy in the dream, they all have a name, Zhu Zhi.

They had been his untouchable lovers.

Now, they finally found him.

Yu Deng knew very well that he had entered a dream again.

And this time his identity seems to have changed.

On the high platform piled with gold, countless bright treasures are like stars in the sky, the mysterious pillars reaching the sky are rooted in the golden hall, the silver bead chains hang on the throne, and the rubies are as red as blood, crystal clear and inlaid in the two carved organs of the hall. above the dragon.

The hollowed-out golden skeleton of the mechanical dragon is lifelike, and the ruby ​​eyes are scarlet as if they are going to kill someone ferociously in the next moment.

They loyally wait on both sides of the throne. They are the most loyal puppet organ dragons, and they vow to guard their masters to the death.

Sitting lazily on the high golden throne was a man in a dark black robe.

There are two moles on the right side of the eyebrow of the man, and there is a lazy smile on the inner corner of Ruifeng's eyes. His face is very clear, his skin is extremely white, and the gap between his eyebrows and eyes is like the blank in ink painting. aftertaste.

He holds a silver-white scepter in his well-articulated hand. The scepter is decorated with many rare treasures. It is extremely gorgeous and looks heavy, but it can also reflect the identity and authority of a man.

That's right, Yu Deng is this man.

His identity this time - is the city lord of Dusheng City.

Yu Deng sat in the pile of jewels, and his heart has calmed down a lot.

He faintly knew that when these dreams were over, the truth that had been hidden behind the mist was bound to surface.

The sound of heavy footsteps came muffled along the ground, Yu Deng raised his eyes to look up, probably due to the restriction of the dream, his movement of raising his eyes seemed very careless in the eyes of others, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

It seems quite a bit of the ups and downs of the upper class, moody.

The person who came was covered by a dark armor covering his entire body, his face was hidden in the shadow of the armor, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

He knelt on the ground, his voice was very flat, the echo was muffled in the armor, and he was not mechanical like a living person.

"Report to the city lord, there are three successors who survived this time."

After the man in armor finished speaking, the golden palace door slowly opened, and three white-clothed youths of different heights walked in slowly against the light.

They bowed their heads, walked lightly, and moved like a piece of light paper.

Yu Deng couldn't completely control himself in this dream, he could only watch his body stand up slowly, the voice was still his own, but with a bit of feminine and monstrous feeling: "Come forward Come."

The three of them didn't move, their trembling bodies made Yu Deng clearly feel their fear of him.

Yu Deng's eyes flicked across the three of them inexplicably, and finally fell on the thin young man standing on the far right.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, and his face was very pale, even turning blue. There was a layer of black under his eyelids, which made his whole person look menacingly gloomy.

Compared with the two young people next to him, he was a little abnormally calm, as if he had no sense of normal people at all, like a dead body.

The young man raised his face, and there was a beautiful little mole on his right cheek, which made him look delicate and beautiful, like a living puppet doll.

He knelt down slowly, bowed his head, and walked to Yu Deng's body on his knees, with a very slight blush on his face.

He lowered his head, stuck out the tip of his bright red tongue, and licked Yu Deng's white instep.

"Owner."

The author has something to say: Sisters, do you still remember the former city lord of Dusheng City that I mentioned? The dream on the second day was a high-ranking city lord x a humble servant who wanted to commit crimes at all times.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yay! 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Yu Deng can act like a baby with me; I love my sisters so much