How to make the white lotus surrender

Yu Deng's slender and plain white ten fingertips are bound with silvery white and transparent silk threads, and under each silk thread is tied a part of the puppet's body.

The man in the moon-white tangle-twisted robe poured ink hair like splashed ink, his black pupils were extremely focused, his ink-like brows and eyes furrowed shallow ripples, the puppet he was leading was polished smooth by his master, even his skin was It seems to be human-like skin, and the black eyeballs are rolling around.

Yu Deng was very interested in controlling the movement of the puppet with the silk thread. His plain white fingers changed their movements subtly, and the puppet in the little red robe in mid-air also began to stretch his limbs.

This is the first time Yu Deng has used the ability of Dusheng City Master to control puppets with silk threads. He finds it very novel. The knowledge in his mind seems to be able to be integrated by himself. Behind him, pulling his movements.

The puppet in mid-air turned around, and bowed lightly and skillfully to the young man wearing a plain brocade white robe and loose black hair.

This puppet is a cute and delicate female doll. It circled Zhu Zhi left and right, and finally wrapped her hair with her little finger lightly. She was very cute and weak.

It is said that the master of Dusheng city is the pinnacle of puppet art, and his lifelikeness is nothing more than that.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Zhu Zhi's lips, and his eyebrows moved slightly, showing another kind of cryptic look on his face.

Yu Deng held up his ten fingers, hung the doll on his chest, and compared his heart to Zhu Zhi. For a while, the expressions of one person and one puppet were very similar, as if they had been copied.

It's just that Yu Deng's expression is more gentle, the inner corners of his eyes are slightly lowered, there seems to be a little soft light in his black eyes, and there are some light shadows between his eyebrows and eyes.

He is a sweetheart that no one can copy.

The poor little snake has just entered the estrus period, and he has confirmed his attachment object a few days ago, how can he resist Yu Deng's tenderness towards him.

He slid his throat a few times, and finally bit the tip of his tongue.

The young man's eyes were a little bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

In order not to let Yu Deng notice it, he lowered his eyes and said softly: "The master's puppet art is really at its peak, and this slave is very happy."

Yu Deng smiled, he controlled the puppet, and gently patted Zhu Zhi's hair with those cute little hands, his movements were very gentle.

The man in the moon white robe softened his voice slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Okay, I told you not to call master, are you disobedient?"

Zhu Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, and didn't speak for a long time. The emotions in his eyes were unclear, making it difficult to see through.

Yu Deng couldn't tell the difference, so he had to put down the puppet, held the young man's wrist, and said calmly: "Okay, okay, I won't play anymore, Zhizhi, I will take you to play in the world."

A few days ago, he basically mastered the cultivation of the city lord of Dusheng, and he also had a certain understanding of this misty world.

This is a cultivation world, and the setting is basically the same as that of "The Little Fugitive of the Cold Master".

In other words, his dream is actually a prequel to the elder sister Zhu Zhi in "The Little Fugitive of Master Qing Leng".

Zhu Zhi pursed his lips, his eyes showed a bit of hesitation: "But... the master taught the slave to be a puppet slave who hasn't been familiar with it yet..."

Hearing this, Yu Deng couldn't help but want to stare at this guy a little bit. Zhu Zhi's talent really has nothing to say, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he is a god of learning.

The basic puppet art he taught Zhu Zhi was learned in less than an hour, and he was able to use it proficiently.

Seeing that people are so talented, he tried to teach him some deeper ones. Until now, Yu Deng has almost nothing to teach. Zhu Zhi is like a sponge, and his ability to learn is so strong.

Even if Yu Deng wasn't sure about the reality of the dream, he could only lament that Zhu Zhi's talent and adaptability were extremely strong.

Yu Deng couldn't help stretching out his hand and pinched the young man's face: "I'm not familiar with it yet, you're already so good, give yourself a vacation once in a while."

Zhu Zhi's face was very tender, Yu Deng didn't use much effort, and a blotch of white jade-like cheeks turned red, like the traces of being sucked out by someone, with a slightly pinkish ambiguity.

Yu Deng's eyes couldn't help but fixate on the red mark, his face felt a little hot for no reason, he turned his face silently, coughed dryly and said: "Okay, hurry up and get ready, we will set off in the evening, the time of the Demon Realm and the The time in the human world is reversed, when we arrive in the human world, it should be daytime."

"The sun in the world is warm, and there will be a moon at night, it is very bright, and it is many times more beautiful than the magic domain."

Zhu Zhi tilted his head slightly, with a hesitant tone: "The moon? What does that look like?"

Yu Deng nodded, suddenly wanting to rub the young man's hair.

In fact, he did do so, but he combed with his hands, gently brushing the young man's cold and smooth black hair, and said in a warm voice: "The moon is a sphere that appears in the middle of the night in the world, uh... ...In fact, it just keeps the sun's light and reflects it in the dark night..."

Zhu Zhi didn't move, and let the man play with his hair, his voice was a little light: "...um...then what color is it, is it also golden?"

Yu Deng shook his head: "It's silvery white, a completely different color from gold. It has no temperature, but it's very beautiful."

Zhu Zhi frowned: "Then the world at night is not a city of silver and white?"

Yu Deng nodded: "Almost."

Zhu Zhi lowered his eyes, and moved his fingertips slightly: "That's really beautiful."

A silver hairpin appeared in Yu Deng's hand, and gently tied a loose bun for the young man.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and felt an inexplicable distress in his heart. The tragedy that the young man had encountered seemed to be still in front of his eyes, and Yu Deng's voice softened: "If you like the moon very much, let's go to Shucheng, where The array will let people see the most real and beautiful moon, as if the moon is at your fingertips."

The man chattered: "Wangshu City also has some interesting customs. There will be lanterns at night. The lanterns are small glazed lanterns that float on the water and glow. It is said that if you write your wish into the lanterns, there will be gods to help you realize it."

Zhu Zhi's dark eyes were covered with a layer of misty rain. After a long while, he raised his eyes, and there were waves in his eyes.

He said, "Okay, let's go together."

Zhu Zhi smoothed the creases on his sleeves and walked out of the palace full of gold and treasures.

Outside the palace, there is a first-tier garden, which is full of dry stones, grass and trees, and looks like an ordinary landscape on weekdays.

Just as Zhu Zhi took a few steps, he saw green and gray shadows walking towards him.

It was the other two successors who were left behind by his 'good intentions'.

These two people have never liked Zhu Zhi very much, they found Zhu Zhi's hypocritical appearance very off-putting, and they also had a somewhat subtle and unspeakable admiration for the city lord Dusheng.

Therefore, when they saw Zhu Zhi being treated so special and tenderly by the master of the city, and even turned around and became the second master of the city, they were jealous to the core.

Usually, when they meet and talk, they always hold guns and sticks. Whenever they get the chance, they can't wait to kill this person.

The man in Tsing Yi saw Zhu Zhi first, and when he saw someone coming to give directions, he couldn't help snorting coldly: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhu? Why, just came out of the city lord? Did the city lord make you happy?"

The man in gray sneered and said, "It's just a duck selling ass. Do you really think you have ascended to heaven?"

Zhu Zhi paused with his fingertips, his expression didn't even change, he just walked over indifferently.

The man in Tsing Yi refused to let him go, he stopped Zhu Zhi, his eyes were a bit cruel: "Master Zhu, are you deaf?"

Zhu Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly bent his lips. The expression on his face was still as docile as the moonlight, but the dark eyes seemed a little sinister, like a poisonous snake lurking in the gutter.

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help getting goosebumps. With such a look in his eyes, he continued to bite the bullet and said, "What? Don't pretend now?"

"Pretending to be fake."

The man in gray and the man in blue looked at each other and moved their fingertips slightly.

Zhu Zhi didn't seem to be aware of it, the warm expression on his face slowly condensed, the arc of the corner of his mouth gradually flattened, and the tenderness at the corner of his eyes suddenly turned into another kind of malice.

His entire face lost all expression in an instant.

Like a wax man, the shadow has a somewhat terrifying feeling.

Zhu Zhi suddenly opened his lips, and the corners of his mouth let out a cold arc: "Kneel down."

The gray-clothed man and the blue-clothed man suddenly felt that their legs could not be controlled for some reason. They couldn't believe it, their faces trembled slightly, and there was a bit of fear in their eyes.

砰

They really knelt down, and the imprisoning technique that was about to be issued by their fingertips disappeared in an instant.

Zhu Zhi slowly approached a few steps, the smile on the corner of his mouth was more sinister than that of a poisonous snake, his voice was lowered a little, soft and strange: "Slap yourself."

The backs of the two were stiff, and after a while, the man in green slapped himself first, and then the man in gray also started to slap himself.

Again and again, the sound of slap echoed in the sky, like some kind of execution scene.

"Okay... let's stop..."

With the fluttering voice, the two stopped their hands, their faces were already swollen.

Zhu Zhi walked up to the two of them with a smile of interest in his eyes.

In the eyes of the two of them, this smile was comparable to that of an abyssal ghost. They were trembling with fright, but they couldn't say a word, couldn't do a single movement, like puppets.

"I didn't expect it to be really successful...the living puppet..."

The eyes of the two of them widened when they heard the words, and they looked at Zhu Zhi in disbelief, not to mention when they were turned into puppets.

Zhu Zhi frowned, and said softly: "Ah... I forgot to tell you, you are my first test subjects."

"Let go of the jealousy, insidiousness, and malice in your hearts, and the puppet technique will completely occupy your soul and retain your original consciousness."

"Don't worry... the puppet art hasn't completely soaked into your body yet, wait a little longer, and I will take care of your expressions."

In the end, the two completely lost their expressions, and knelt on the ground with their heads down, their eyes were empty, like two puppets.

Only Zhu Zhi can see their unwilling but eternally imprisoned souls.

The faint rancid smell filled Zhu Zhi's breath in all directions, his face remained unchanged, and his brows and eyes narrowed for a moment.

The author has something to say: Hey, that’s why Du Shengcheng was a silver-white city in Zhizhi’s hands. Zhizhi’s sense of smell impairment is the price of killing

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