Chapter 104 104 “Because I have taken your essence, I can go home…
Fu Tingyun's throat was dry, his heart contracted and expanded violently, sending blood like magma to his head. His mind was completely focused on the shivering body in front of him.
Just like the previous dream, this is Su Xiaoyuan's real body.
The sight of the girl covered in red marks, trembling and crying for help aroused the ugly desires in his heart. He found that he was no different from those filthy things in his desires, just as dark, violent, dirty and bloodthirsty.
He should have been disappointed in himself, but surprisingly, he didn't care.
In fact, he discovered it when he saw Su Xiaoyuan for the first time. At that time, he couldn't help but strangle her slender neck. He didn't understand it at the time and thought it was just the desire to kill. Now he understands that all kinds of desires have the same origin, just like the chaotic desires sealed in his body. Appetite, desire to kill, desire for love, desire for sadism, and desire for death are mixed together and difficult to distinguish from each other.
He glanced at the wooden table next to the rack. It was covered with various torture instruments: whips, silver needles, sets of knives, iron hooks, clamps, finger pinchers, leather gloves covered with fine scales, glass bottles filled with unknown liquids, and even hammers, axes, and saws...
Even though his reason was overwhelmed by lust, he still couldn't help but look at this beautiful head, curious about what was inside. He didn't need these things to torture her.
Fu Tingyun knew Su Xiaoyuan. She didn't have any strange habits. This dream was a terrible nightmare for her. The reason she dreamed of it was because she was afraid of him. In her eyes, he was a madman, a thug, and a demon who was cruel and took pleasure in sadism.
It's really interesting. She didn't understand the puppet man and was deceived by the spirit, but she saw through his nature at a glance.
It can be seen that they are the most suitable.
Of course he wouldn't hurt her when he was awake, but this was her dream, she was the one who dreamed it, and she had invited the evil spirit herself...
This thought was like a spark falling on a barren grassland, instantly burning his reason into a sea of fire.
He had already mastered the art of becoming the master in a dream, and could easily wake her up from a nightmare, or even create another peaceful and warm dream for her, but he didn't intend to do so.
Even for rational reasons, he wanted this dream to continue.
It was in her dreams that he first glimpsed the world she came from, and if he was right, someone or something had brought her there that prevented her from revealing the truth about that world, so that the fragments of words she did say sometimes became meaningless sounds.
But that thing seemed unable to interfere with her dreams.
He could let things take their course, wait and see, and take this opportunity to find out more of the truth.
Thinking of this, his hand, which was about to put away the sword, stopped and allowed the power of the dream to continue to move across her skin.
Su Xiaoyuan felt as if a cold snake had licked her body. She was so frightened that she shook her head desperately: "No, no... I really came here to study..."
"You still refuse to tell the truth," the man sneered. He lifted her ragged collar with the tip of his sword and slid it across her chest. "Since you're here to learn, why are you secretly casting a spell on me?"
Even that bit of self-deception was gone, and her skin was exposed to the cold and damp air. Su Xiaoyuan couldn't tell whether she was cold or scared. She trembled violently, and the tip of the sword pierced her skin. After a needle-like pain, blood oozed out of the wound.
"I told you not to move." Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said coldly.
Then there was a "snap" sound, and the sword struck lightly or heavily.
Su Xiaoyuan looked down and saw the red and swollen marks. Shame and grievance surged in her heart, and tears instantly flowed down.
"Bad boys need to be disciplined." The man was unmoved. He suddenly raised his sword and lashed at the other side. The two marks were perfectly symmetrical, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Su Xiaoyuan's chest heaved violently, and blood flowed from the punctured wound, meandering down to her lower abdomen. It felt itchy, as if there were small insects crawling around.
"Crying to me is useless," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said, "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't confess, I'll have no choice but to cut you open. I'll use my spiritual energy to keep you alive while you watch as your internal organs are dug out one by one..."
As he threatened, he stretched out his left index finger and rubbed it back and forth along the midline of her abdomen, circling around her belly button, scratching it with his fingertips, as if he was considering where to cut.
He tapped about three fingers below the navel, then replaced it with the tip of the sword and slowly pressed it tighter. Su Xiaoyuan watched the skin around her tense up.
It's about to be pierced!
She finally couldn't help crying out, "I'm telling you, I'm telling you... I came to Taiyan to collect essence from the Immortal Venerable..."
The tip of the sword finally left her body.
"Why do you want to take my energy?"
"Because, because the Immortal Venerable is good-looking and has a high level of cultivation..."
The man snorted lightly and pointed the sword again: "You still don't tell the truth."
"It's true, it's really true..."
"Who sent you?"
"No one... I came here on my own..."
"It seems that we have to use some tricks." Ling Yue Immortal Venerable put the sword on the table at the side and looked at the dazzling array of torture instruments with interest. His long fingers slowly moved from one to another, as if he was considering what to use on her.
His fingers paused on some torture instrument, and Su Xiaoyuan was so scared that her heart almost stopped beating.
Fu Tingyun's fingers were controlled by the power of dreams and stopped on the set of knives of different shapes. Just as he was about to pull out one of them to use as a torture instrument, he heard a suppressed sob in his ear.
Even without looking, you could tell she must be terrified.
She really thought of him as a demon with a human face and a beast's heart.
But even though he was a beast, he couldn't bear to do it.
With a thought, he took over his body, his fingers swept over the knife, picking and choosing, and landed on the scaly black glove.
When Su Xiaoyuan saw the man gave up the knife and chose gloves, she felt relieved and almost burst into tears, but she quickly bit her lips to hold it back.
Ling Yue Xianzun slowly put on his gloves and flexed his fingers. The gloves were very thin, tightly wrapped around his beautiful muscles and bones, almost like natural skin.
He performed a careful cleansing technique, then moved to her waist, stroking back and forth from her side to her lower abdomen.
When you touch along the scales, it feels cold and smooth, but when you touch against them, the scales stand up and become rough, as if being scraped by countless tiny blades, causing stinging, numbness and itchiness.
Su Xiaoyuan suddenly realized what it was and her heart contracted with fear - she had never touched a snake, but this was the texture of snake skin she imagined.
She wanted to curl up, but because she was hanging on the rack, she could only stretch out with nowhere to hide.
The man's eyes flickered, like a flash of cold light on a thin blade.
Su Xiaoyuan only felt a chill. The man's fingers were flexible and cold, like a live snake that had just woken up from hibernation, wriggling in a disorderly manner, looking for a warm place. Once found, they would rush to drill into it, going deep into a place that no one had ever touched. As he slowly withdrew, his scales scraped past her delicately, making her almost scream out in surprise.
The man said nothing. Su Xiaoyuan bit her lip and dared not make a sound. Only the ambiguous sound echoed in the silent dungeon. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and her consciousness slowly melted like hot cream.
Approaching the critical point, the man suddenly pulled his hand away: "Why are you taking my energy?"
Su Xiaoyuan's heart suddenly felt empty, and she was suddenly neither happy nor sad. She subconsciously glanced at the man's hand and immediately lowered her head. She had already answered this question, and the other party was obviously not satisfied with the answer.
Immortal Master Ling Yue did not force her. He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped the gloves dry, and continued to torture her, this time using his thumb to rub at the same time.
"Don't..." Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.
Ling Yuexianzun seemed oblivious to her words. He was not as soft-hearted and easy to talk to as a puppet. His icy eyes observed her expression and once again stopped before the critical point. He spread her knees apart, preventing her from putting them together. "Will you tell me or not?"
Su Xiaoyuan trembled with discomfort and wanted to scratch, but her hands were tied: "I'll tell you... because I need to improve my cultivation."
"What's the point of practicing?"
Su Xiaoyuan shook her head and cried, "I don't know..."
"Okay," the man said in a cold yet gentle voice, "let's take our time. We have plenty of time."
The third time it came to an abrupt end, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help crying.
Ling Yue Immortal Venerable asked again: "What do you want my Yuan Yang for?"
Su Xiaoyuan pursed her lips and said nothing. Although she was in a dream, she had a vague idea in her subconscious that she couldn't tell anyone about this matter, because if she did, she would not be able to go home.
The man looked at the table covered with torture instruments.
She followed his gaze and suddenly found a small hourglass-shaped dark glass bottle on it. She gasped in horror. Why did the truth serum get into the dungeon of the perverted immortal?
Fu Tingyun raised his eyes and noticed the girl's frightened expression. He followed her gaze and saw the oddly shaped little bottle.
He picked up the bottle and shook it, then opened the cap and sniffed. The herbs inside clearly didn't belong to the immortal realm. "What is this? What are its effects?"
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned. Wasn't this his dungeon? Why did he ask her? But since he didn't know...
Just when I felt a glimmer of hope, I heard the man say, "Then give it a try."
As he said this, he pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth, and then she drank the whole bottle of medicine.
Why does this truth serum smell like ibuprofen suspension? Su Xiaoyuan didn't have time to think about it, and her mouth started to chatter automatically: "This is truth serum, drinking it can make people tell the truth."
"Interesting," the man said, "What's it made of?"
"The tail feathers of the Silent Bird and what was that... I forgot..."
Fu Tingyun didn't care about these things. He threw away the empty bottle, performed a cleansing spell on his hands, and continued what he had just unfinished.
Although there was no need to torture her after she had been given the medicine, he certainly couldn't bear to see her hanging there in the air.
Immortal Ling Yue licked the half-dried blood that snaked from her heart to her lower abdomen, and continued what he had just done: "Now tell me, who are you?"
"Su Xiaoyuan, my real name is Su Xiaoyuan, but I'm from another world..."
She answered every question, and recounted her unremarkable life story like a bamboo tube pouring beans, and also briefly recounted how she had a car accident and traveled here.
When Fu Tingyun heard that she was dead in that world, he felt a sense of relief.
A burst of sword energy cut the rope that was hanging Su Xiaoyuan.
Fu Tingyun caught her, and with a thought, a chair appeared in front of him. It was Su Xiaoyuan's favorite massage chair, but it was covered with soft black fur.
He placed the girl on a chair, untied the hemp rope on her wrists, and rubbed the red marks.
Su Xiaoyuan was about to stand up when two hands immediately reached out from the back of the chair, grabbed her wrists tightly, and pulled them above her head.
Before she could react, two other hands held her lower back and lifted her up, as if offering a sacrifice.
The man in front of him was indeed as high and mighty as a god, cold and heartless.
But the next second, the godlike man knelt on his knees and buried himself in an almost pious posture.
There was a loud bang in Su Xiaoyuan's ears, and for a moment she seemed to lose consciousness. She just stared blankly with her eyes wide open.
As if sensing her gaze, the hands lifted her up, almost bending her over, so that she could see clearly.
Su Xiaoyuan came to her senses and was overwhelmed with shame.
She quickly turned her head away and closed her eyes, and suddenly heard a "pop" sound, followed by a burning pain spreading, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
The man raised his eyelids, freed his lips and tongue, and uttered two words: "Watch."
The voice was filled with unquestionable authority, making people tremble with fear. Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to disobey and subconsciously did as he said.
"Why do you want to take my essence?" He continued to interrogate during the interval.
"The first is because of the system task, and the second is because of the body of the Chanxianzun." Su Xiaoyuan answered honestly.
As soon as she said that, she sobbed. "The first one is fine, but what the hell is the second one?!"
Fortunately, the man only raised his face and slightly raised his shiny thin lips, then returned to his indifference: "What is the system?"
Su Xiaoyuan: "The system is the system."
The man bit his tongue. "It seems this truth serum is useless."
Su Xiaoyuan quickly pleaded for mercy: "It's the book-traveling system."
"Book?"
“Yes, this world is a book.”
"What book?"
"The title of the book is 'The Stand-in is Myself'..."
Fu Tingyun paused and was silent for a moment: "Am I a person in the book?"
"Yes, you are the heroine's white moonlight, and the hero looks almost exactly like you."
"Who are the heroine and hero?"
"The heroine is Lin Wan, and the hero is the Demon Lord."
"The Demon Lord is dead."
"He's the next Demon Lord."
"As long as I am here, there will be no demon king born."
"He'll come out when you die."
Su Xiaoyuan almost fainted from fright after unknowingly saying something extremely treasonous. If she wasn't in a dream, she might have fainted.
The man was surprisingly calm. He was silent for a moment before continuing, "When will I die?"
"Twenty-one, with more than half a year left."
"How did he die?"
"I, I don't know either. It's not mentioned in the book."
After Su Xiaoyuan finished speaking, she waited nervously for his reaction.
But the man didn't react at all when he heard that he was going to die, and he didn't even stop to make a comment.
Perhaps the fear and anxiety intensified the excitement. What Su Xiaoyuan feared came true. When the white light in her mind disappeared, she saw the man's face as if it was fished out of the water. She realized that she had caused a big disaster and was so scared that she didn't dare to make a sound.
Ling Yue Immortal Venerable simply licked his lips, stood up, and sucked away her frightened tears: "Now tell me, why did you take my essence?"
Su Xiaoyuan bit her lip, but the power of the truth serum forced her to tell the truth: "Because I can only go home after taking your essence."
The man smiled and raised his hand to stroke her face: "Very good."
It wasn't a perfect smile, but the smile that didn't reach his eyes was even scarier than that day.
However, in addition to fear, Su Xiaoyuan felt inexplicably sad and guilty.
Ling Yue opened his white robe and covered her: "As you wish."
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned: "You really want me to pick it?"
The man said, "Take whatever you want."
"Isn't the Immortal Venerable angry?"
No answer.
He was angry, no, it was even worse than angry, Su Xiaoyuan could feel it clearly.
But he was almost able to go home. If he missed the opportunity, I wonder if he would regret it.
Su Xiaoyuan plucked up her courage and untied the belt around his waist with trembling hands.
The belt was untied, and she secretly hoped that the Immortal Master would move, but he was obviously unwilling to help, so she had to do it herself and take off his underwear.
It went smoothly, without any surprises.
No matter how much psychological preparation she put in, it was useless. Her heart was pounding and her whole body was shaking. She didn't dare to look down. She closed her eyes, tremblingly groped for the approximate position, and took a desperate measure to hold it.
Impossible! You must be kidding! How can you pick this? Is this for people?!
Su Xiaoyuan didn't care about shame. She opened her eyes and looked down. She met the eyes of the arrogant and ferocious thing. Her heart twitched and she woke up from the nightmare with cold sweat on her forehead.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful sleeping face. She was so scared that she screamed and almost had a cardiac arrest.
The man's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes: "What's wrong, Xiao Yuan?"
It was a familiar voice to the puppet. Su Xiaoyuan looked closely and found that although the facial features were somewhat similar, the person in front of her was not the Immortal Lord in her nightmare, but her puppet.
I just woke up from a dream and had an illusion for a moment.
"It's okay." She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
The puppet's eyes moved slightly: "Did Xiao Yuan have a nightmare?"
Su Xiaoyuan subconsciously shook her head to deny it, then nodded: "Hmm..."
"What dream?"
“I don’t remember…”
Of course, she couldn't bring herself to tell about such an outrageous dream. What was even more outrageous was that she didn't wake up when she was tortured, didn't wake up when she was given Veritaserum, didn't wake up when she was frightened by this and that, but she actually woke up because of seeing that thing...
But I still feel scared when I think about it. Even if it was a dream, it was too outrageous.
"You've sweated a lot. I'll get a basin of hot water to wipe your body." Fu Tingyun said as he lifted the quilt and stood up.
He also felt it was outrageous. There was a slight deviation between Su Xiaoyuan's imagination and the facts in the dream, so he made corrections as rigorously as he could. Unexpectedly, he scared her awake and made her see his real face. Fortunately, he changed into a puppet's face in time to prevent her from becoming suspicious.
He glanced down, bewildered. Although he didn't think she was pretty, she wasn't uglier than others, and her complexion wasn't bad either. Why would she be so frightened?
But it doesn't matter. Now that he knows her true purpose, he will not fulfill her wish.
He wouldn't sit still and wait for death, nor would he let her go.
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