Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

"Peng Peng——"

"Boom!"

Violent, the sound of something hitting something.

Mao Qing slowly opened his eyes.

The dim light penetrated into her eyes, the vertical and horizontal iron rods framed all her sights, and her body was very stiff. She stretched her body, and the sound of clattering chains sounded. When she looked intently, she realized that she was later aware of herself. All of his limbs are locked with dark chains, which are inlaid on the wall, looking indestructible.

The sound of banging banging is still ringing.

However, she can't take care of that much for the time being.

His head is a little groggy, but he can barely think of something.

Farewell to Huo Bai, mint, the woman in red who is going to kill her, and...

She... not dead?

Just as he was fascinated, the buzzing sound became more intense, and there was a faint low roar. In the dark cage, it looked a little weird and terrible.

what?

She reluctantly stood up, the chains rattled, weakened, and she staggered to the iron fence and looked outside.

Just taking a look, her hands trembled suddenly, her heart was wrapped in incomparable fear, and her whole body fell softly to the ground again.

This is a dungeon-like place, the whole is dim, with dim candlelight shining on the wall, and the cages are separated by mud walls, and the iron railings look very strong.

But these are not reasons Mao Qing is afraid.

Rather, all those locked in those prisons are puppets! !

It hasn't been demonized yet, but is about to...demonized puppet!

Although Mao Qing did not practice swordsmanship, his parents were both Lingxifeng's outer disciples, and occasionally followed out. It was quite insightful, and he could distinguish the difference between demonization and non-demonization of puppets.

But... she had never seen such a puppet!

In this way... between demonized and undemonized... puppet!

"Roar..."

"Peng Peng——"

"Dang!"

Some semi-demonized puppets still maintain some sense, but they endure with difficulty, while others smash the iron railings frantically, then scream and pant, half of their eyes are black and white, looking straight ahead, half of their eyes are red and grunting. Lu turned around, looking very scary.

The violent sound heard at the beginning was exactly what these puppets did.

Mao Qing sat on the ground, took a step back, took a step back, and finally let himself stick to the wall firmly, locked in the corner, shaking all over.

...Why is she in this place? !

Just as she was terrified, she suddenly heard a slight, thin sound, like a metal knocking on a railing.

Unlike the crazy desperate of those irrational semi-demonized puppets hitting the railing, this voice is very regular and gentle.

Mao Qing shrank in the corner, didn't want to pay attention to the sound at first, just wanted to hide a little bit further, and then shrink a little bit——

Why is she here? !

a long time later.

The semi-demonized puppet that hit the railing next door seemed to have finally exhausted all its stamina, and some were still roaring lowly, but it was much quieter than the previous noisy.

And the regular voice is still ringing.

Obviously it should be a harsh metal percussion sound, but because of the player, it slowly felt soothing.

It's quiet and soft.

The excitement and fear calmed down, and the trembling body slowly stretched with the quiet metal tone. Mao Qing buried her head for a long time before slowly raising her head, and carefully glanced at the sound source.

That was a prison opposite her.

The thick shadow is buried deep, the faint candlelight in the passage can't illuminate the whole picture of the opposite cage at all. Under the covenant light, the dark chain shows a corner, and the striker is hiding in the gloomy darkness, unable to see The slightest shadow.

Here, except for her... are half puppets.

Mao Qing suddenly felt aroused, as if remembering something, he subconsciously touched herself, and touched it from beginning to end. He was suddenly relieved when he was sure that there was no other metal on his body except the chains that bound him.

She didn't become a puppet... She was still a normal person.

The sound of percussion stopped abruptly.

Because someone is coming.

The voice of faint conversation.

"...I have been seeing you coming here recently."

"..."

It seems to be two people.

The dim hallway candlelight flickered, slowly reflecting a dark shadow, and Mao Qing subconsciously shrank inward.

"go out."

The husky juvenile voice is somewhat familiar, but more strange.

"...Sir?" The person didn't react, "but here..."

"Lao Tzu let you out——" The young man's voice was wanton and vaguely mad, "You just let Lao Tzu get out! Did you hear that?!"

The other person stepped back hurriedly.

The man is getting closer.

Mao Qing retracted his outstretched head between his arms and sat in the corner, when he didn't exist.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped.

"Raise your head."

The juvenile voice lazily said, "Have you heard it."

Mao Qing: "..."

Mao Qing lifted her head obediently, her dark eyes in the thick shadows, no light was visible.

The boy outside the railing has bright red lips, his dark hair is **** with a white headband, and a string of slender pieces of paper is hung at random around his waist. Like the white impermanence in the underground palace.

There was a deep hostility in the boy's dark eyes, as if everyone in this world had offended him.

Mao Qing raised his head, but Bai Luo didn't speak any more.

The two were speechless.

after awhile.

"...You better be good." Bai Luo closed his eyes slightly, his voice hoarse, "Don't think about running away."

Mao Qing looked at him, watching him carefully.

Finally, the voice was soft, "Yeah."

"...What's your name?" After a pause, she added something as if feeling something was wrong.

"grown ups."

Behind humility and caution is deep, fear.

——She is afraid of him.

But apart from fear, there was a little bit of unwillingness.

No, it is very unwilling.

Unwilling to ask even if he is afraid, who he is.

It seems that I can't believe that her friend who really treated each other would be the culprit who made her here now and shackles her body.

Bai Luo froze slightly.

after awhile.

Bai Luo's voice was faint: "My name is Bai Luo."

But I don't know why, losing the arrogance and domineering before, it seems that there is a bit of compromise.

I just don't know what is compromising.

Not Huo Bai.

It's Bai Luo.

Mao Qing said "Oh" and was silent again.

Bai Luo: "Don't you want to know where it is?"

Mao Qing: "...Will you tell me?"

Not "you", but "you".

This person is not Huo Bai, but a stranger in charge of her life.

Mao Qing thought, be good and be acquainted.

Bai Luo: "..."

Bai Luo snorted, as if to cover up something, "This is a demonization prison laid by the master leader."

Mao Qing: "These..."

"As you can see." Bai Luo said, "They are all half-demonized puppets."

"...Are they...a human?" Mao Qing felt her heart jump slightly.

"Yeah." Bai Luo didn't deny it.

He didn't come here to embarrass her. Just... I want to see if she is okay.

At first he didn't think it mattered, just a stupid stupid woman.

However, I don't know how.

The mint sprinkled all over the ground, and for a moment, her disappointed eyes.

It seemed to grow in his heart, lingering.

He once persuaded himself that you have saved her life from the hands of the leader, enough not to owe each other.

But he came anyway.

Bai Luo always felt that it would be great if he had an older brother.

Without father or mother, he and his brother depended on each other.

He was irritable and easily impulsive. The task of spying was not suitable for him, but his brother went, so he also went.

He has always followed in his brother's footsteps, learning to be so calm, silent, and alert.

he made it.

My brother taught him to take a mint when he is impulsive.

I don't like to eat, but just by holding it, I can endure the impulse and anger in my heart and try to be calm.

but……

Everything about Danfeng is vividly visible.

He always felt that he was a very indifferent person.

But why is he here now?

"...Why are they like this now?" Mao Qing wanted to be patient, but still couldn't help being curious, "As far as I know...the puppets will be directly demonized after ten years, and they won't..."

She glanced at the inhumane things outside the cage, and shuddered subconsciously.

It won't become such a magical thing.

"Ten years?" Bai Luo laughed as if he heard a joke, his dark eyes with indifference, "Ten years, how can it be enough."

Mao Qing was taken aback by Bai Luo Senran's eyes.

Bai Luo paused for a while, cast aside his eyes, and said indifferently, "Humans are greedy animals."

In the bottom of Mao Qing's heart, there was a vague guess. For a moment, goose bumps floated up, "You mean..."

"As everyone knows." Bai Luo didn't mean to hide her, his voice was casual, "Five hundred years ago, the ancestor of Lingxi was good at puppetry and used this technique to continue life."

"Puppetry has become popular in Fengyue Continent from this."

"But I quickly discovered the shortcomings. Puppetry can only last for ten years. The human soul cannot exist in the puppet's body. After ten years, the soul collapses and turns into evil spirits, and the puppets become demonized."

"But people at the time didn't know that the demonization of puppets was caused by the collapse of the soul and the evil spirits. For a long time, they believed that the demonization of puppets was the real end of life, so puppetry was still popular." Bai Luo stated, "until it came into being. For the first time, the wave of evil spirits."

Mao Qing has never heard of this history.

No one said.

"The wave of evil spirits is caused by the gathering of the spirits of evil spirits stored in the slaughtered demonized puppets."

"Because there is no reincarnation, resentment, full of evil thoughts, more and more evil spirits gather, and finally become a wave of evil spirits."

The first wave of evil spirits killed many, many people.

The ground was bloody, but there were no bones. No one knows how the wave of evil spirits is produced-people who are at ease live and die under the claws of evil spirits.

Mao Qing: "..."

Bai Luo paused, "...digress."

However, when he came back to his senses, he saw Mao Qing look thirsty for talents.

"No no, you keep talking!"

Bai Luo: "..."

"...In short, the demonization prison means that the leader puts those outstanding people who have reached the ten-year period, but are determined, here... delay the demonization time."

Mao Qing said bluntly: "Is it you want to work out a way to make puppets live for more years?"

Bai Luo didn't deny it, but just said, "Maybe."

Mao Qing: "Isn't that true?"

Bai Luo: "How do I know what the leader is thinking."

"But the leader seems to have always had a wish." Bai Luo said, "she seems to have always wanted to prove to someone..."

He still remembered that the girl in red who had just awakened from a hundred years of sleep, the first sentence she woke up was--

"……are you back?"

Then, facing them around her coffin, she fell silent again, and her narrow eyes changed from tenderness to indifference.

Before that sentence, it should be an individual.

Who is back?

Who is the leader waiting for?

"……who knows."

After a pause, he seemed to be guessing, and he seemed to be talking to himself, repeating, "...ten years, how is that enough."

The cold wind is bleak.

Lingxi Peak, the back mountain.

The melodious flute sounded, and the beautiful girl in red was sitting quietly on the branch and blowing the bone flute. The breeze was blowing, and the late autumn had arrived, and the leaves fell all golden.

The tombstone, which has been worn down by time and can't read the handwriting, is quietly in place. Occasionally, a golden leaf will fall, falling on the tombstone, and then lightly on the ground.

Just one song.

"..."

Su Cang put down the flute, her narrow eyes were light, her voice was elegant and peaceful, but she seemed to mutter to herself.

"If you can……"

Abandoned me, want to walk the road abandoned by you.

"What is the tide of evil spirits?" Su Cang smiled lightly, "Isn't it the most terrifying thing in this world?"

For a long while, she looked at the tombstone that had been silent for a hundred years, not knowing whether it was self-deprecating or something else.

"...If you were more cruel, it would be fine."