Lord

Not a little light, dark.

There is still silence, moving hands and feet, and the sound of iron chains.

Cen Zhuo tried his best to see something around him, but there was nothing, alone, only him, and the heavy shackles that locked him.

There were five iron chains, which were around the neck and limbs respectively. He tugged, and the other end was fixed to the wall.

He became a prisoner of the dyeing company. He expected such a day to come, but he didn't expect it to be in this way. He felt like a big pot was burning in his heart.

"Zhuyeliang..." Softly, the name blurted out, and there was a slight echo in the empty underground cell.

Relying on this echo, he found a little feeling of being alive.

To live is love and hate, hope and despair.

"Trust me for the last time", Zhui Yeliang said, but what happened?He took the man away, dumped him in the core cell under the floor.

The pure darkness and eerie silence, all of which were endured by that person, are now replaced by him.

Cen Zhuo tightly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Maybe Zhuyeliang will come back to save him, maybe... he just forgets himself like this, and goes with the person he wants, to enjoy the world side by side.

Ding dong... It was like a drop of water poured into his heart, Cen Zhuo trembled all over.

In Shenyang, I heard these two words for the first time.

They took the same motorcycle, and Zhu Yeliang started the heating system for him. He took Zhu Yeliang to see the nuclear power plant in the suburbs. They asked the old lady to make a bowl of noodles, and talked about taboo topics under the dim light of the box.

"Ding Dong, your wish has been recorded."

A projection hall, the screen is on, and there are old black and white pictures on it. Cen Zhuo remembers those words, Disney, Silly Symphony, 1929.

That was in Dalan.

"I want to insert the flag of Jialan Hall into Lianyun Pass... let everyone know the name of Jialan Hall!"

"Cen Zhuo, you have me."

That is in Beifu.

Surrounded by deafening loud noises, the coolness of the night covers the body, sand and gravel humming in the air, flames are burning, and a pair of optical eyepieces are nearby, as quiet as a deep pool.

The first time I was moved, it was Taitu.

Tears slid down from the long eyelashes, one drop, two drops, did not fall on the ground, but into the wide metal palm, in order to catch these tears, Zhu Yeliang almost knelt down on one knee.

"I can kill all the people in Wulanqia, massacre the city, as long as it can appease your anger."

"You don't have to think about the feelings of a machine, I am willing to kill for you."

That was in Ulanqa.

The blue sky, the blue water, chasing after him every night, is as ethereal as a dream.

When the lips are attached, there is a nasty rusty smell of metal and water.

A desperate kiss, a near-death experience, makes people dazzled.

It was in Lancheng, where the flesh god once pointed at Cen Zhuo's heart, with a sympathetic look, and a silent oracle, foretelling the future early.

"Why...you love me?"

"Why let me know your love?"

That was in Xingdu, Zhuyeliang said: "Do you know who you love?"

"Do you know why he is with you and what is his ulterior purpose?"

"If he is not careful, he will tear you to pieces!"

Cen Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of these words at that time, and he just recited one sentence firmly - "We are birds and fish, and we will never reach each other's shore."

He forced himself not to think about it, but he couldn't do it, his mind was full of coolness, that hateful skeleton, even if it fell to this level, he was still stupid, holding unrealistic hopes.

Hope he comes back.

Hope he loves him.

"Hello..." In the darkness, a voice suddenly sounded.

Cen Zhuo shook violently, "Who..." He pulled the chain in horror, "Who is it!"

Something was approaching him, dragging its feet, slowly and heavily, Cen Zhuo backed away as much as possible, there was another person in the core cell, silently lurking in the darkness, always watching.

A hand, as thin as a stick, touched his cheek coldly.

Cen Zhuo resisted not to cry out, held his breath, separated a short distance from that guy, the other guy's breath sprayed on his face, and rudely touched his face once.

"It's a newcomer." The guy whispered.

Cen Zhuo stared at the darkness in front of him.

The ghostly voice said, "Why are you calling the same name?"

the same name?Cen Zhuo calmed down from his fear, he was referring to "Zhu Ye Liang", the person who was rescued also called him, like himself, he desperately climbed for a hope in the darkness.

"You know the person from before," Cen Zhuo asked, "How long have you been here?"

A dry voice: "It's been a long time."

"who are you?"

"Same as you," said Ghost, "a prisoner in Ghost Town."

Cen Zhuo didn't believe it: "This is the core prison cabin, you don't have any chains on you."

"They asked me to take care of the core prisoners, otherwise you would be so locked up that you wouldn't even be able to drink water," Ghost turned around, "You don't need to care about my existence, just treat me as air, or darkness itself."

"No," Cen Zhuo didn't believe it, "You are a cadre of the western branch, you pretended to be a prisoner to trick me, you made a wrong calculation, I was deceived, and I don't know anything."

Ghost didn't speak, and shuffled back to the corner, seemingly not interested in him or the Western branch.

The strange thing is that Cen Zhuo actually feels better. In this tomb-like death place, there is someone who can be his companion: "The person who was imprisoned here before," he asked jealously and humbled, "Who is it?"

Ghost didn't respond.

"Brother?" Cen Zhuo had an intuition that he was older than himself, with that voice, that hand, and that shambling footsteps.

The ghost moved, and asked in surprise, "What did you call me?"

"Brother..." Cen Zhuo hesitated, "What's wrong?"

The ghost was silent for a long time, and said generously, "No one has called me that for many years."

Cen Zhuo tried to communicate: "Do you have a younger brother, or have you ever been the boss?"

Ghost changed the subject: "The former core prisoner was very annoying." He leaned towards Cen Zhuo, "He hates me, but he is even more afraid of me."

"Why?" Cen Zhuo was puzzled.

"Because," Ghost grabbed his unfree wrist and felt the cold iron chain along his palm, "I can do anything to him."

Cen Zhuo stared blankly, the fear of being powerless to fight back made him dare not move. At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps above his head, the metal floor vibrated accordingly, and a gleam of light leaked from the gap.

The ghost quickly hid in the darkness, and when Cen Zhuo looked up, he saw that the floor above his head shifted in a triangular shape, and there was a pale face on it, and the light was too strong, so he couldn't see anything clearly.

"...there are two people below," the staff reported, the voice was muffled, "the president of the Garan Hall and..."

A man came down from the temporary metal ladder, wearing leather shoes, walking leisurely, possibly with a pocket in his pocket, slowly walked up to Cen Zhuo, and smiled: "President Cen, long time no see."

Cen Zhuo blinked at him, trying to see him clearly. He was of medium build, without a suit, and his delicate face gradually became clear. With light hair and pupil color, Cen Zhuo was shocked.

"Surprised?" Ding Huanliang smiled wantonly, "Isn't it? It's all mixed up on this road. Flowers will bloom again, and mountains and rivers will meet each other."

Cen Zhuo muttered: "You didn't frame the Western branch, you already..."

"Has Zhu Jian said all this?" Ding Huanliang shook his head unhappily, "It's okay, he can't talk nonsense anymore."

Cen Zhuo glared at him.

"I pulled out his tongue, and moved a lot of other places. He is basically a useless person." Ding Huanliang was very proud. "Thank you, President Cen."

A pair of old rivals finally decided the winner.

Cen Zhuo had nothing to say, but Ding Huanliang had too much to tell him: "Following Jiang Han's order, I will temporarily take over the Menggui City, Cen Zhuo, you have fallen into my hands."

He bullied him, his eyes were ruthless: "This bad debt between us should be settled."

Cen Zhuo lowered his eyes: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't pay attention to Ding Huanliang.

Ding Huanliang knew it, so he was angry: "You took my lair, and even chased Dalan to kill me, forcing me to nowhere, and I can't even stay in Beifu!" He breathed a sigh of relief, "But it's also thanks to you. That's why I am today, and I am now the private secretary of the president of the dyeing company, with one person under ten thousand."

Cen Zhuo was indifferent.

"Okay," Ding Huanliang pinched his chin, "Then tell me something about your reaction, for example... Zhuyeliang?"

Cen Zhuo's eyes suddenly lifted up, they were piercing, really beautiful.

"Zuiyeliang," Ding Huanliang grabbed his weak spot, stepped on it, and trampled on it recklessly, "You were played by him and ruined your fortune. He took Bai Ruer out to have fun, and left you here to suffer."

"Who are you talking about?" Cen Zhuo frowned.

"Bai Ruer, the No. [-] core prisoner of Menggui City," Ding Huanliang stared at him with an expression that was too rare and exciting to miss for a moment, "Qianjun of the Lion Hall, the boss of Zhuyeliang."

He didn't need to go on anymore, Cen Zhuo understood, he should have understood earlier, that pair of lion's tooth knives, that lion's roar, that flying machine, who else is capable of piloting that pair of lion's teeth knives, except for the peony lion?

Beifu, Taitu, and Wulanqia, except for Peony Lion, no one is invincible. Except for Peony Lion, no one can break through the three checkpoints in Ghost Town and the underground prison in the core area alone!

Cen Zhuo clenched his fists, making fun of himself as a fake peony lion, always showing off his power in front of the real peony lion, treating it as a nameless skeleton, and foolishly calling him brother.

God, Cen Zhuo was ashamed and angry, how could he express that kind of emotion to Zhu Yeliang, they are birds and fish, one in the sky and the other in the ground, there is a difference between clouds and mud.

So...Zhu Yeliang will not come back for him.

"What are you thinking?" Ding Huanliang patted his face, "Before you controlled Taitu and Wulanqia, don't you wonder who took it back?"

Cen Zhuo stared at him with fire in his eyes, and clenched his fists under the chain.

Ding Huanliang wanted him to be like this, alive and kicking, to be happy when he was cut: "It's me."

Cen Zhuo rushed towards him suddenly, bound by iron chains, he only moved a few centimeters, and there was a rattling sound.

Ding Huanliang scratched his ears in disgust.

"You killed Zhang Xiaoyi?" Cen Zhuo roared, "He is still a child!"

Yes, it was a child, such a kingly child, so Ding Huanliang didn't let him suffer. Zhang Xiaoyi walked in the illusion of being loved by his parents.

But he won't say these words, he only shows his cruel and ruthless side to the enemy, and those fragility and softness are reserved for only one person.

"Cen Zhuo, get ready," Ding Huanliang chuckled, "Our days are still long."