His cold gaze was filled with mist at some point, and the moist mist actually permeated his eyes.
He didn't even dare to blink, for fear that after blinking, the disgusting chain would run around his neck again and lock him deeply in this disgusting place.
For eternity.
He didn't dare to move, his eyes fixed on the exquisite necklace inlaid with ice-blue smoky gemstones. His astonished eyes gradually became misty, as if sadness was revealed.
Shen Wuyou glanced at the necklace in her hand again. She had to say that the design was perfect, stunning and beautiful. If it were placed in modern times, it would probably be a priceless treasure.
Unfortunately, the meaning has changed.
The meaning has changed.
She glanced at his hands, which had turned white from excessive force, and gently pulled them over, placing the necklace gently in his palm.
Close.
The cold touch immediately made Ye Yuetan's body tremble. His slightly trembling light-colored pupils were like the most stunning snow lotus on the iceberg, lonely, cold and quiet, clear and yet not coquettish.
She thought, if this was a young lady, she would definitely reach out to wipe away his tears, hold him in her arms and comfort him.
When a beautiful woman sheds tears, it always makes people feel pity.
She couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she broke his immersion by speaking:
"Before, you were controlled by it and had no choice.
"Now, it is in your hands, at your mercy.
"If you wish it, so shall it be."
Upon hearing this, Ye Yuetan's heart was shaken.
The feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the coldness of his palm brought him back to reality from his disbelief. He slowly exerted force with his slender knuckles, as if he wanted to crush it alive, and his knuckles turned white.
Shen Wuyou's words kept lingering in his ears, like bewitching devilish voices, stirring his heart and making him yearn for it.
After a long while, he moved his lips and slowly uttered:
"Is what you said true?"
"I don't like lying." She crossed her arms and tried her best to stop herself from making dirty moves.
Wow, it’s so fucking beautiful!
She tried her best to stop herself from getting closer, but he obviously didn't notice. His lonely and desperate heart was suddenly illuminated by a ray of sunshine. He couldn't help but want to get closer. He took a step forward and looked at her seriously.
"Okay, I believe it."
When she got closer, she discovered that this beauty's eyes were a light silver-white, with pupils in a darker color, like a blooming snow lotus, cool and beautiful.
Shen Wuyou swallowed unconsciously and took a step back silently:
"Okay, I understand."
Perhaps her steps were too big, Ye Yuetan suddenly paused, and then took half a step back. Under the thick white eyelashes, the silver eyes were so determined.
He just said, "What should I do?"
"Anything is allowed?"
"Anything is fine as long as it can save me from this fate."
"Okay." She curled her lips into a smile, pointed at the demon slave lock that was tightly grasped in his hand, and said lightly: "Put this on."
Ye Yuetan was stunned. Obviously, he didn't want to do this.
How can I put on the shackles that I have finally gotten rid of with my own hands?
He looked at Shen Wuyou in confusion, wanting to ask if she had said something wrong. However, when he saw the unquestionable look in her eyes, he was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell into deep thought.
Shen Wuyou didn't urge him. It was normal for him to feel conflicted.
After a long time, the person in front of him finally took action.
Ye Yuetan seemed to have experienced a fierce struggle, and his slowly opened palms were trembling slightly. The next moment, his trembling hands hesitated and paused, and he slowly picked up the sinful necklace and slowly brought it close to his slender neck, which was as smooth and white as jade.
He seemed to be enduring great torment, his eyes tightly closed, his teeth gritted, and he fastened the necklace.
“Crack!”
This nightmare-like sound rang out again, echoing in his ears for a long time, making him feel cold in his heart.
"I... put it on."
His lips had lost their color, and he looked so pale and weak, as if he had experienced some great torture.
Shen Wuyou sighed softly, stepped forward and patted his cold shoulder:
"Don't worry, I won't let that thing stay on you for too long."
She explained, "Escaping such a fate is both easy and difficult. Huarong is very suspicious. Even the slightest misstep will lead to our graveyard. I must be cautious. I need a helper who will never betray me. Do you understand?"
He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, looking so pale and powerless:
"I see."
"I'm glad you understand." She gave him a soothing smile, "I promise you, this will definitely be done within a month."
"A month?" He suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, and his dim and depressed eyes suddenly emitted a ray of light, mixed with surprise and hope.
Shen Wuyou smiled slightly and gave him a positive answer again:
"Yes, within a month, you will be in control of your own destiny, breaking away from the past and moving towards the future."
"Then what are you going to do?" His eyes were anxious and excited.
"Don't worry..." She comforted him, "When the time is right, I will slowly tell you my plan. But now, it's time to go to bed."
She looked up at the sky. It was late at night, foggy and very cold. It was a perfect day to get into bed.
"Can..."
He obviously had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask. But Shen Wuyou waved his hands, looking sleepy and lazy:
"See you tomorrow~"
Sometimes, answering every question is not a good thing; for some things, you can only understand them if you think them through yourself. If others say too much, it will be counterproductive.
He needs some time to think carefully and ponder.
Only when you figure it out will you feel relaxed.
Shen Wuyou closed the door, lay down on the warm and comfortable mattress, wrapped himself tightly in the soft quilt, and fell into a deep sleep...
She slept soundly, but someone was in trouble.
The Demonic Realm of the Northern Territory, the Demonic Temple——
In the dim room on the eighth floor, on the noble and elegant carved Maitreya couch, Bhagavan had been sleeping for two days and two nights, and had been trapped in nightmares for two days and two nights.
On that day of the year 313, the bloody chase, the fierce struggle, the noisy cursing, and the gentle embrace eventually turned into a cold corpse.
Warm blood gushed out, his hands were stained with the blood of his loved ones, he knelt in a pool of blood, watching the blood spread and soak the ground beneath him.
A hoarse cry, a sad and wry smile, a roar with bloodshot eyes...
We all understood each other on that day.
Sadly, he was still alone in the end, enduring the desolate loneliness of time and the torment of the years in the long river;
What’s funny is that he is so sinful, yet he is left alone to live in this world.
Life is bleak, and he can't protect anyone;
As time goes by, he will be alone until his death.
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