I don't know how long later, Tang Bai woke up, he found himself sitting on a golden carved dragon chair, in a magnificent palace, in front of him there was a long table of purple jade, on which there were strange fruits, dragon and phoenix delicacies, gold plate rhinoceros, jade pot crystal cup, amber and jade liquid inside, strange fragrance and drunkenness. Under the jade table, there are nine steps, paved with cloud felt, on which there are countless flowers embroidered with gold and silver threads, one by one, they are in full bloom, lifelike; look at both sides, the tables and chairs are all carved with precious stones, shining brightly, neatly and neatly; embroidered screen brocade tents, embroidered with flower feathers, bright colors, overlapping mulberry; strange pearls and treasures, placed in order, more rich, but not vulgar; and then look up, there is a huge rune suspended in the air, white light flickering, very ancient; take a closer look, only to see that the runes are changing all the time, as if they are expounding the rules of heaven and earth and endless mysteries。

He thought he was dreaming, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become very strange, his eyes were flashing with electricity, and even his eyeballs were emitting a silvery white light.

White represents the sacred and noble, but at this moment, there is only the demon, which is not the vision that human beings should have.

After his eyes were bombarded by thunder and lightning in the Qingqiu Mountain Range, his eyes were mutated, and he could not only see night and day, but also see the vanity of the world, the origin of heaven and earth.

But nothing had changed in front of him, and there were colorful clouds in the air, surrounded by gold and silver, and sparkling with precious light.

Everything is so real.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved to find that the kitchen knife was still there, he took a deep breath and calmed down, although he felt hungry, he didn't dare to enjoy the delicacies on the jade table, he didn't dare to try the wine in the jade pot, he didn't dare to touch the treasures in the palace, and he didn't even dare to walk around easily.

He just sat honestly on the golden carved dragon chair and kept looking around, except for the silence around him, there was nothing abnormal.

No anomaly is probably the biggest anomaly!

I don't know how long it took, time seemed to stand still, and if it weren't for the feeling that his heart was still beating, he would have thought that he would become a statue.

It's a bad feeling, because he's not a statue, and not only can't you calm down here, but it drives people crazy.

After countless struggles of thought, he decided to move around, even if there was a danger of ignorance around him.

He stood up, left the golden carved dragon chair, walked down the stairs, and then walked towards the outside of the palace, he walked very slowly and very carefully.

The palace door is very heavy, all made of brass, when opened, Tang Bo spent a lot of effort, 'squeak' looks very monotonous and weird, as if it came to his ears from another time and space, and like the sound of thousands of years ago, like the sound of water waves in the long river of time.

Outside the palace, there was a burst of pink mist, like the gauze tent of the girl's boudoir, misty and dreamlike.

There is a strong fragrance in the air, which seems to be the body fragrance of a girl, which makes people intoxicated, reverie, and excited.

He walked into the clouds, and the powder mist wrapped his whole body, like walking into a pile of cotton, like walking into a warm ocean.

He felt as if his body had become lighter, he felt his soul flying freely between heaven and earth, all his pores were breathing, and all his bones were becoming very soft.

He didn't bother in the comfort, he was very careful with every step, occasionally pausing to look around, and then slowly walked through the corridor and onto the flybridge.

The flybridge was very wide, the deck was paved with white jade, and there was not the slightest gap in sight, and he guessed that the entire flybridge was carved from a complete piece of white jade, but he felt incredible, because the bridge deck was wide, wider than the eight-lane road in Liancheng, and it should be very long, because he could not see the end.

As he pondered, the fragrance in the air grew stronger, and the pink clouds turned into countless ribbons, one by one, around the surroundings, one by one, perpendicular to the ground, looking like a net, like a cage.

There is music in the distance, gently, softly, like thin flowing water, like a woman's murmuring, like the sound of jade plates falling beads, and like the sound of piano, drums, silk and bamboo

He couldn't help but listen carefully, only to feel that the music appeared from time to time, but it was subtle and pleasant, with infinite rhyme, and after listening to it for a long time, he unconsciously fell into the spirit.

Slowly, he felt that his whole body was hot, his heart was unbearable, and he couldn't help but dance to the music.

The net formed by the clouds and mist spread out again, turning into a pink mist, and I don't know when, eight stunning women walked out of the clouds, all of them dyed with green silk and ink, with graceful postures, skin like snow, and concave and convex.

These women have different appearances and temperaments, some are young girls, with innocent expressions, red cheeks, and delicate faces are still immature, like budding flowers and bones; there are mature women, like blooming peonies, exuding gorgeous style; there are cold as frost, like white lotus flowers on snow-capped mountains, not stained with dust and smoke; and there are enthusiastic like fire, like sunflowers as unrestrained and lively.

Some of these women are shy, some are frowning, some are as elegant as tulips, and some are as pure as lilies.

His eyes were blurred, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Is this in the sky? Otherwise, where would there be so many stunning fairies?"

The sound of music around him became clearer and clearer, and the rhyme became more and more sultry, which made him feel a surge of love for a while, and he couldn't control himself.

Several women seemed to be intoxicated by the music, dancing to the rhythm, their clothes fluttering, their long hair pouring down, indescribably beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

The music is getting faster and faster, and the dancing posture of the women is becoming more and more beautiful: there are girls in white shirts, dancing in dreams like elves; there are women with jade sleeves, elegant and vigorous, flowing water and clouds like dragons and phoenixes dancing; there are light lotus steps, gathering sleeves, and then spreading around, like rain in the sky...

When the women saw Tang Bai, they were full of surprise, and then they came around with a light smile.

All of a sudden, Tang Bai only felt that the fragrant wind was blowing in his nose, and the warblers and swallows were murmuring, such as drinking mellow, and they were extremely intoxicating.

The music is getting more and more delicate, but the dancing posture of the women is becoming more and more unrestrained, mixed with light laughter, murmuring, and whispering, soft, like a drizzle, falling into the heart, making people even feel crispy.

There is a strange magic to this music and dance, which makes people want to dance with them, indulge together, and sink into the boundless sea of desire together.

Tang Bai felt a breath of turbid air accumulated in his chest, he couldn't spit it out, he even felt a little suffocated, his heart was like a drum, 'Woo Woo' was beating wildly, and the faster he jumped.

In a panic, I saw that beautiful girl, as if she was twenty-eight years old, had lightly untied her shirt and shed her snow-white skin, which made people reverie. There are also mature women, making all kinds of provocative forms...

For a while, Tang Bai only felt that the sound of moaning in his ears was constant, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, occasionally interspersed with gentle words, like a dream, and the fragrant dancing in front of him made people's hearts unbearable; if it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of clarity in his heart, he was afraid that he would have fallen into boundless desire.

Tang Bai felt that he couldn't control himself, which was more uncomfortable than Lu Zi's "great joy", he could feel his body trembling, not because of fear, but because of excitement, because this was the greatest happiness in the world.

He felt his soul float up into the air into eternal bliss, his snort intensified, and his eyes turned fiery red. It was as if a fire was burning in his body, and he wanted to burn himself to ashes. He felt his heart beat faster and faster, faster and faster, as if it was about to burst. He couldn't control his desires, he just wanted to indulge in them forever.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to hug the woman beside him.

The fragrance is fragrant, the music is pleasant, the dancing is gorgeous, and for a while, he is in love with the waves, and it is difficult to control himself.

His face was flushed and distorted, and the little wisdom that remained in his mind slowed his outstretched hand.

His hands were shaking, and his body was shaking.

Just when he endured it to the extreme, he subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the huge pain made him regain a little clarity; at this moment of awakening, he stood up decisively, panicked, and desperately escaped, no matter how dangerous the road ahead was, and no matter where he was.

He ran forward blankly, like a wild beast.

He still had the image of the ecstasy in his mind, and it seemed that as soon as he stopped, those women would appear in front of his eyes.

I don't know how long he ran, he didn't dare to stop, he just wanted to escape, escape to the ends of the earth and the capes, escape from the endless desires in his mind.

He kept reciting 'Amitabha', 'Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable', and 'Bodhisattva of the Ten Directions', and he hoped that all the gods and Buddhas would come to save him.

He felt an invisible hand behind his back, trying to pull him back into the ecstasy palace.

He kept saying to himself, "The most comfortable thing in the world is often the gate to hell! ”

One day passed, he felt very tired, two days passed, he felt a little out of strength, on the third day, he felt that his feet were as heavy as ten thousand pounds, he really had no strength to run anymore, his eyes were a little blurry, he couldn't see the road ahead, and when he stopped, the whole person fell to the ground, unable to move.

The sky was pink, and there was not a trace of white clouds or sunshine in sight, like a pink cloth that covered everything.

The music that sounded in my ears was still so pleasant and beautiful, it seemed to be able to drive away all the troubles in the world, like a clear spring in the soul, flowing through the whole body with a hundred veins, and all the fatigue was gone, so that the whole body was full of primitive and savage power.

This power poured down from the nine heavens like a waterfall, as if it were about to turn the whole earth into an ocean.

This power is like a volcano about to erupt, and the magma in its body wants to rise to the sky, like a pillar of fire that reaches through the sky, and wants to burn the sky into nothingness.

He closed his eyes in pain, and wanted to sink in the figures of the women in his mind, those ivory-like carcass, those seductive eyes, those whispers, and the dancing postures full of desire.

Everything came to his mind, so clear.

It's like if he can't escape the prison of desire even if he escapes thousands of miles.