He was curious: what else was at the end of the killing?
So he chose to continue walking.
His attire remained unchanged; he was still dressed in that aristocratic style, but it unexpectedly blended in with the surrounding scene.
He walked on the river of blood, but his feet were not stained with any blood.
Pale and blood-red flowers bloomed behind him, carpeting his footprints.
Wailing and roaring filled the air, echoing through the cold world.
die.
All I could see was death.
The further Ning Feng walked, the brighter his smile became.
He understood somewhat.
But he continued to walk.
They walked until the very end of their lives.
As soon as the final step was taken, the scene before me changed instantly.
The dark red disappeared, and everything before my eyes transformed into a world filled with drifting pink.
The air was filled with a fragrance that made one's throat dry, stimulating the deepest defenses of the soul and constantly stirring up deep-seated desires.
Greed for wealth can ultimately lead to killing, and the end of killing is an even more primal desire.
His eyes, hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses, lit up, burning with a scarlet crimson hue.
Ning Feng's previously reserved smile blossomed into a full-blown one.
He really understood.
It's not that Margaret is resisting the dream, nor that she doesn't want to wake up.
She was trapped in this dream.
"Now that you understand, there's no need to dawdle any longer."
With a gentle wave of his scepter, Ning Feng saw a deep rift appear before his eyes.
Beyond the rift, he could see the Sleeping Beauty he was looking for.
With her red hair disheveled and her limbs bound by jagged iron chains with barbs, Margaret was pinned to the wall in a painful position.
With his hands tied up, he was in a position almost like a tortured prisoner.
Stepping into the empty, secret room, Ning Feng looked around.
There was nothing on the ground except Margaret's own congealed blood.
Although she was wearing a revealing leather outfit stained with blood, there were no other external injuries on her body.
"It seems that none of those things happened."
"It's bad, but not that bad."
*Smack*
With a snap of her fingers, the chains binding her vanished instantly.
Without the support of the chains, Margaret fell from mid-air and came to a slow stop near the ground.
Without reaching out to catch it, Ning Feng stood half a meter away, looking at the Red Dragon Awakener on the ground with pity.
An undeserved disaster?
It wouldn't be accurate to say that; without Ning Feng's help, she wouldn't have had a chance to recover.
But with this opportunity came this painful torment.
Trapped in a dream where desires are amplified infinitely, all one can do is endure.
Ning Feng felt he was unwilling to accept such torment.
"But thankfully it was just a dream..."
This is a dream.
Once you wake up, this long experience will disappear with the end of the dream.
Ning Feng sighed, and Margaret's body on the ground stirred.
A painful groan escaped her throat as Margaret slowly opened her eyes.
Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard a gentle voice in front of her:
Good evening, Miss Margaret.
!!
A gentleman in a dark tuxedo stood before her and spoke softly:
"I'm here to save you... no."
Sorry I'm late.
I am the culprit behind all this, and I have no right to save you.
"I'm here to help you."
Ning Feng handed the scepter to his left hand, took off his gloves, bent down, and presented his right hand to the princess trapped in the dream.
"Come leave this world with me."
Forget all of this, and go back to the world you belong in.
However, when Margaret regained her senses, her expression became something Ning Feng couldn't quite understand.
Hesitation flashed in her eyes as she stared at Ning Feng for a long time before finally hardening her resolve.
"You've appeared again..."
"What trick is it this time?"
A hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of sarcasm and an indescribable meaning.
What promises are you going to make this time?
Ning Feng's expression froze, and he tilted his head in surprise.
What did she just say?
Looking at Ning Feng with a mocking expression, Margaret retorted:
"A king with endless wealth? A master who controls slaughter? Or... hah."
"It was all just a dream."
Realizing something was wrong, Ning Feng began to explain:
"Um, I'm not a hallucination you're seeing, I'm real..."
The explanation was interrupted by a feeble sneer, followed by Margaret's indifferent whisper:
"Who knows? That's what everyone says anyway."
"Whether you're telling the truth or not, whatever you continue to promise, but..."
Chains binding his limbs appeared and slowly tightened.
Splash...
Amidst the sound of chains scraping against the ground, Margaret, slumped on the floor, pushed away Ning Feng's hand, which had not yet been withdrawn, with difficulty but determination.
She said:
"I refuse."
Margaret slowly raised her head.
Sweat poured down his body, which trembled involuntarily as his limbs were slowly hoisted up by taut chains.
But she still spoke earnestly:
"I don't want to be a slave to my desires."
"so……"
"I refuse."
---Aside---
Social animals are working hard to code words.
I enjoy writing about worlds that feel like dreams.
Besides, this is much harder to write than dialogue...
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