Her identity, which she has hidden for two years, will also be completely revealed.It is impossible for the Night Monarch Mausoleum not to know.But he said he didn't know, and he wasn't lying.What this means.Nan Ji's heart was a rare mess.It's not that she really wants to compromise his dignity to let him kneel, Nan Ji just doesn't let him follow, she wants to find the truth alone.There is not the slightest shy hiding of the truth.The carriage traveled for about half an hour before it reached Langya Street, and the night was already deep, and most of the things in heaven and earth had fallen into a deep sleep.Only in the natural residence, there is still a bright light.Dongliu has just bathed and cleansed.In the spacious but brightly lit bedroom, the man in the snow-white robe sat in front of the couch, looking at the slender young man in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes flashed with natural nobility, and the evil coldness from his bones.Dongliu was barefoot, dressed in a middle coat, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but show fear and uneasiness."
Need this seat for you?"
It was originally a deep and pleasant voice, but it had a little more of the cold breath of hell and death.Dongliu trembled violently, and his cheeks, which had been drugged but had not yet completely disappeared, quickly faded in color, leaving only a pale.He trembled his hands, peeled off the clothes he had just put on after bathing, endured the extreme shame and fear in his heart, turned around in the man's cold and temperatureless gaze, and slowly walked to the bed.The young man has a slender body, a well-proportioned skeleton, a smooth back line, and white skin, and there is not a single flaw on his body, which is perfect as if it were a handicraft carefully carved by God.The hard, stable sandalwood bed is surrounded by two arm-thick black iron shackles at the head and foot.He climbed into bed, unlocked the blackiron shackles, fastened the heavy shackles to his thin white ankles, and then slowly lay down on the bed, his right hand pulling through the chain on the left, and locking his left hand as well.The chain was pulled, the length was not enough, and the left hand could not reach the right shackles.He pursed his lips, turned his head, and said timidly in a low voice, "Master." ”The man stood up, his posture was long, and he was wearing a snow robe and dragging the ground, pouring out a suffocating noble demeanor, and layers of coercion shrouded him, making Dongliu shiver uncontrollably.Walking to the bed step by step, his slender jade-white hand gently clasped the chain, and easily locked the young man's right wrist.The length of the four chains is fixed, as if they were made for the height of the boy, and when the limbs are locked, the body is firmly fixed to the bed in a large shape, and it can no longer move.Let the king slaughter.The chains made of Xuan Bing and cold iron can be broken by people who have cultivated extraordinary internal strength, and there is no room for struggle and escape.The man stood in front of the bed, his eyes surveying the young man's whole body as if he were inspecting private territory, and he could only see the blood flowing backwards, as if he could freeze him alive with his eyes.Dongliu's face turned pale and pale, and he used all his strength to restrain himself so that he didn't let himself tremble."
Scared?"
The man seemed to be pleased with the fear of Dongliu, and reached out to caress his beautiful face, even if it was swollen, "Since you know that you are afraid, how dare you run away without permission?"
I think you're bold and not afraid of death. ”Dongliu couldn't help biting his lip, but he didn't dare to exert his strength, for fear of biting out the scar and angering the man in front of him: "Master, I know it's wrong, ask Master for mercy, light, light blame."
The voice trembles softly, like a kitten crowing.