How to make the white lotus surrender

The Golden Palace in Watson City has become a forbidden place.

Countless puppets were expelled, and all the subjects of Dusheng City were ordered not to step into the Golden Palace again.

The meeting hall was rebuilt on the wasteland south of Watao Castle.

Lord Zhu next to the city lord clearly ordered that all the cities in Dusheng City will be refurbished to be silver-white.

As night fell, all the demon cultivators and ghosts in the Demon Realm saw that shocking scene. For the first time in the dark night sky of the Demon Realm, a silvery white moon slowly rose.

The misty light is like the thick thin snow on the snow-capped mountains, which complements the silver-white city of Watao City.

The night in Watson City is no longer dark.

After these changes, discussions naturally arose in the city, and gossip was quietly spread by insects and ants who had been stationed underground all year round to steal.

It is said that this round of the moon is not a gift from heaven.

The Demon Realm is a cloudy pool of mud. This moon is the puppet moon created by Mr. Zhu, who is most likely to become the next city lord among his successors.

The translucent silver thread hangs the polished moon in the mid-air of the dense fog. From a distance, it is no different from the real moon in the world.

All the demon cultivators felt uneasy in their hearts.

As we all know, in the eyes of the world, the puppet art of Watson City is nothing more than refining puppets with Wuxin wood, so as to achieve the puppet's human-like shape and become an army that will not die or suffer.

Who would have thought that even the ancient bright moon evolved from the Dao of Heaven could be made into a puppet substitute?

Who would have thought that there would be a day when the night in the Demon Realm would no longer be full of mud, but a lighthouse would appear in the air, pulling it far away.

This kind of ability, even if it is said to be a demigod, some people believe it.

For a while, Zhu Zhi's prestige almost became an indescribable suppression in Dusheng City. The puppet art is so perfect that if someone's heart is wrong, it may be a good ending to be wiped out.

When a person is so strong that you can't look directly at his brilliance when you look up, you can only bow your head and surrender to him, and it is difficult to even have the idea of ​​​​resistance.

Dusheng City has become a silvery white city, only the golden palace is still glowing with dazzling golden light, dazzling, like a ray of sunlight hiding in the moonlight.

The two pilasters in the center of the hall are carved with ancient unknown giant beasts, with eyes like copper bells and lips like a tiger. Only the head is human, and the lower body is a twisted half-lion.

They are carved lifelike, with eyes and minions facing a bed made of light silver colored glaze treasures in the center of the hall, like two guards who trapped prisoners and slaves.

The top of the main hall is painted with beasts of different shapes, there are monsters with a fish head and a human body holding a trident, and there are also hairless beasts with a human head that look like wild cats.

The colorful paintings are lifelike, and the most eye-catching one is a giant python covered with dark gold in the center of the monster.

The dark golden vertical pupils of the giant python half-rolled on the gray and dark rock were half-opened, and the slightly flat snake's head poked out a little, giving people a lazy but dangerous feeling inexplicably.

The man with black hair slowly woke up from his psychedelic sleep. The palace was terrifyingly empty, but it was not cold. The floor was covered with a thick red velvet carpet, and the bedding on the bed was unbelievably soft. For a moment, Deng couldn't tell where he was.

The thin man was only wearing a silver-white silk long gown. His moist black eyes stared at the painted painting on the top of the palace in a daze. It's like rushing towards him.

Yu Deng blinked vigorously, and a strange thought came to his mind.

Shouldn't he have woken up from this dream?

Why did he not see his own home, but this strange and familiar Golden Palace?

Yu Deng didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he clearly remembered that before he fell asleep, a few fragments flashed through his mind, and then passed away like quicksand at his fingertips.

What about Zhu Zhi?

Would it scare him if he passed out like this?

Yu Deng couldn't help but pressed his temples that were aching a little, and stretched half of his body to get up and get out of bed.

But the strange heaviness in his hand and the crisp sound of the chain colliding made him unable to relax for a while.

Yu Deng's black pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that his wrist was tied with a chain made of gold, and the bright red spar was imprinted on the chain, which was gorgeous and exquisite.

The suet jade-like wrist was impotently trapped in it, which made it look like a rare treasure rather than a chain that bound a prisoner.

Yu Deng stood up suddenly, and the crackling sound suddenly sounded in the empty space.

There is no one here, and there are rows of candles on both sides of the surrounding, no wind swaying, and the reliefs on the carved beams on both sides of the lining are dark and gloomy, giving people an indescribably cold and morbid feeling.

Yu Deng was a little unbelievable, his limbs were bound by slender chains, and those chains would become soft and strong when they touched his skin, and would not hurt him.

Chill and shivering ran up his spine.

Yu Deng got up in a hurry, the silk white shirt slid down to the shoulders, the collarbone and chest were left blank, making people thirsty, black hair lurking in the white clothes, as if the extremely strong ink was spilled White rice paper is average.

"Are you awake?"

Against the light, the young man in white robe slowly walked into the golden cage.

His facial expression is a little weird, with a smile on his lips, not like a smile, but reminiscent of some kind of wax human-skin mask. Very dark eyes.

The expression in the young man's eyes seemed to be a bit of a gentle sigh, but in such a scene, it just made people stand upside down.

"Your Excellency has been in a coma for many days, is there any discomfort in your body? I have made some refreshing side dishes, do you want some of them?"

Zhu Zhi's state was so unusual that Yu Deng didn't know how to answer for a while.

Yu Deng knelt on the bed, raised his eyebrows slightly.

When he moved his wrist, the sound of jingling sounded like a rhythmic ditty: "Zhi Zhi, you made this?"

The man frowned slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him with some puzzlement.

The smile on the corner of Zhu Zhi's lips slowly froze, he walked slowly to the side of the young man, and looked down at Yu Deng.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a while, the young man in white robe bent down, and his plain fingers gently approached Yu Deng's side face.

Yu Deng didn't hide, he looked straight at Zhu Zhi with his pure black eyes, telling him with almost certainty that Zhu Zhi would not hurt him.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch the man, Zhu Zhi stopped, his eyes drooped, covering the thick and mixed emotions in his eyes.

"My lord is not afraid of me?"

Yu Deng didn't know why, he was flustered when Zhu Zhi didn't come out, but when the young man came out, he relaxed instead, with a feeling of "it really is".Zhu Zhi should remember things from his youth.

The two now seem to be Zhu Zhi imprisoning Yu Deng, and Zhu Zhi occupies the dominant position, but looking at it carefully, they can find that Yu Deng, whose limbs are all bound, is controlling Zhu Zhi's emotions every move .

Yu Deng's expression relaxed, he stroked the chain on his elbow, and raised his eyebrows: "What am I afraid of you doing? Where did you find the fault lock in the unruly sea?"

Under the words, it was a gesture of chatting.

Zhu Zhi pursed her lips, and said after a while, "I've already found it since you came back."

He said, looking straight at Yu Deng with his dark eyes.

The young man's appearance at this time is still calm and gentle, but his tone and demeanor are inexplicably somewhat close to stubborn.

He was hinting to Yu Deng that when Yu Deng just came back, he planned to lock the man by his side forever.

Yu Deng couldn't help but twitched his eyelashes, thinking that this guy really doesn't show his face.

Zhu Zhi lowered his eyes, his expression seemed a little cold, but the meaning in his words was different from the coldness on his face: "I won't let you disappear from my eyes without a word for the third time."

No one knows how the boy spent those hundreds and thousands of days and nights.

He repeated the years of being slaughtered by others, waiting for that person to come to see him again, he didn't dare to leave, he didn't dare to leave, if he left, what should he do if the person couldn't find him?

The man stood up, his black hair curled up on the bed, and he leaned over to hold the young man's hand bones.

His expression should be distressed.Zhu Zhi thought.

"Zhizhi... If I tell you, this is..."

Yu Deng's voice was intermittent, and some kind of restriction shackled him, making him unable to tell the reason.

In Zhu Zhi's black pupils was the man's emotional ups and downs, even a little anxious face, suddenly leaned down, and his light-colored lips touched the man's lips.

Yu Deng froze, touched his lips subconsciously, and the roots of his ears turned red all of a sudden.

The young man said to him: "Dengdeng, I like you."

Yu Deng didn't expect to hear the confession suddenly, and stumbled for a while: "Ah...Actually, I seem to...well, I like you too."

Zhu Zhi's dark eyes were deep: "So, don't lie to me."

Yu Deng knew the meaning of Zhu Zhi's words, but this fact was beyond his control, and he still couldn't say it.

He could only promise the young man that he would not lie to him, and vaguely mentioned that the matter of his departure was beyond his control.

Zhu Zhi was quiet for a while when he heard the words, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not. He said for a while: "This chain is to lock half of your soul."

The other half of the soul is because the two have had a spiritual friendship, and they have long been inseparable.

Yu Deng could see that the young man was extremely insecure, but he was worried.

He could feel that it was an omen a while ago, he was destined to leave this dream, maybe it was restricted by some rules, Yu Deng could only stay until that fixed time point.

As soon as the time comes, the time in the dream will start to 'jump', and the jumping time is exactly the unknown time when Yu Deng left the dream.

It's not so much a dream, it's better to say

This is a recall of memory.

Yu Deng frowned, his heart was shrouded in layers of mist.

Zhu Zhi's eyelashes trembled, he gently took Yu Deng's hand, and carefully untied the two chains on the man's wrist bones.

Yu Deng looked over with some doubts.

Zhu Zhi pursed her lips: "It shouldn't matter if you only untie two."

Yu Deng was grabbed by the wrist by the young man, and the two walked side by side to the window frame.

Zhu Zhi opened the heavy gauze curtain, and the Golden Hall was located at the highest place in the city, where you could have a panoramic view of the city.

A round of extremely bright moon appeared in front of the two of them, illuminating the entire night sky.

Yu Deng was a little unbelievable for a while, there has never been a moon in the Demon Realm.

Zhu Zhi gently clasped his hand, and his voice subconsciously softened: "Tomorrow we will go to visit Shucheng."

He didn't notice that the shadow of the man beside him slowly became more and more transparent and diluted under the moonlight, like a wisp of blue smoke that was about to fly away.

Zhu Zhi's hand was empty, but he didn't turn his face away.

There was no expression on his face, like a wax figure under the moonlight tide.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, and said to the bright moon as if talking to himself: "As expected, you are not even willing to lie?"

The young man raised his fingertips expressionlessly.

The bright moon in the sky slowly cracked.

The black cracked in the pure silver, as if ink was splashed on it.

The bright moon turned into blue smoke inch by inch, overflowing into the air, like a gorgeous dream.

Darkness enveloped the entire city of Watson, as if it had turned into a swamp and abyss overnight.

The sticky obscurity has returned to this dead and cold city, and the silver-white houses are extremely dazzling even in the dark, as if mocking something.

Zhu Zhi bowed slowly, picked up the chain on the ground, and said softly, "It's not enough."

The author has something to say: Hey, I like this kind of plot

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