Ichika was shocked by the huge happiness and was incomplete.

She looked at him with her most sincere and unreserved eyes.

"Yes, it's me." She said.

Xuanyuan smiled evilly. He smiled strangely, out of shape. His eyes seemed to say "I've never seen such a bold little girl" or "It's good, you're good".

Ichika thinks it's because of love. It's normal for people who fall in love for the first time to not know what kind of expression to use to express the love in their hearts.

She didn't laugh at him in her heart.

"You're laughing at me, aren't you?" He stepped forward and pressed his entire chest against her face.

Ichika hurriedly shook her head and stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist.

At such a close distance, she smelled the smell of his body, it turned out that in addition to the smell of agarwood and sweat, there was another very special fragrance, like the pure and clean fragrance emitted when the freshest grass was just cut off.

He grabbed both of her wrists as quickly as he could, not letting her put his arms around his waist. He was so strong that he pinched her wrist a little painfully.

Ichika couldn't help but make no sound.

"Are you laughing at me?" He bent down and asked again.

Ichika sniffed his breath greedily. The breath that came out of his mouth and nose. It is the smell of grass.

She shook her head.

She didn't dare to speak. So close, as soon as she spoke, he would smell the taste in her mouth. She knew that the breath that came out of her mouth would never smell as good as his—she had eaten garlic and green onions today.

Once again, she wanted to escape.

She really didn't deserve him. The hand he grabbed her wrist with skin was even finer than hers.

The water he uses for washing on weekdays, red sleeves and incense, will put a lot of expensive medicinal herbs in it, wrapped in a fine cloth, and will not leak a little medicine residue in the water.

He likes strong flavors. It's strange, why does he use those precious spices when he has such a good smell? In the future, you must find an opportunity to tell him that what you like is his original fragrance, which smells ten thousand times better than those agarwood ambergris.

He suddenly let go of her and quickly stood up.

Yixiang looked up at him in horror, for fear that he would never return, for fear that he would regret going to find Red Sleeves or Tianxiang.

Thankfully, he didn't abandon her. He gave her a heavy look and whispered, "Follow me." ”

With that, I went straight to the back garden.

Ichika was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased after her.

The night wind blew on her body, and she found that the wrist he had pinched was very painful, especially on the small protruding wrist bone, there were some fine and strong stings, like a large stone, peeled off by the wind many debris.

His hands are so heavy. Yixiang thought shyly, I'm afraid he won't know how to pity Xiang and cherish jade for a while......

He was dressed in black, and in the night he was just a shadowy silhouette. Ichika trotted to keep up with him, but couldn't catch up.

Finally, he stopped in front of a rockery.

A fragrant heart is like a drum.

She smelled the scent of laurel and night orchid.

There is no moon tonight.

She couldn't read his expression clearly.

What will their first time be? Not in his room...... Do you want to give her something special? It's not bad here, it's invisible, but it's fragrant, enough to cover up the faint smell of rags on her body.

She slowly moved towards him.

He seemed to be waiting impatiently. Grabbed her arm and pushed hard—towards the rockery.

Ichika exclaimed in surprise and closed her eyes tightly, thinking that she would crash into the stone.

Unexpectedly, there were no stones there, and she fell into a road.

The palm of his hand was scraped on the ground, and it hurt hotly, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in his wrist.

She watched in distraction as he stepped into the corridor, turned around and closed the secret door, and then strode over to her, grabbed her by the hem of her clothes, like carrying a bag of rice and noodles, and dragged her deeper into the corridor.

He didn't even look at her.

It's only then that Kazuka realizes that she has misunderstood his intentions.

But...... Obviously he himself said that he wanted a woman!

She smelled a heavy smell of blood.

Torches are burning on the walls of the corridor. By the staggered light of the fire, she saw blood on both sides of the road, a lot of blood. Dried blood, some new and some old.

Some criss-cross the stone walls, some meandering to the ground, and some ...... Drag out a long distance.

Ichika realizes that she is not in love with a person, but a devil from hell. And yet she still loved him.

He finally arrived at his destination.

It was a small dark room, and he took a torch from the outside and stuck it in the wall.

Yixiang fell in the middle of the dark room, looked around, and saw a torture shelf standing in the corner of the wall, his hand touched the ground, a little sticky, and when he looked down, the ground was charred and sticky, like burning oil mixed with some other strange things. There were many iron hooks hanging over his head, and he didn't know what they were for.

Xuanyuan sat down on the only iron chair in the dark room.

Ichika looked at the chair and found that it was black and covered in dried blood.

It was meant to sit for the tortured prisoners. How could he, how could he not shy away from it......

No wonder he used such a heavy incense, it turned out to cover up the smell of blood.

Ichika is not worried about her fate.

Everyone is going to die, and being killed by their beloved should be happier than dying of illness or old age, right?

"You're not afraid?" His voice was calm and unwavering.

"Don't be afraid."

"Heh," Xuanyuan sneered, "Lin Shaoge's people are really not ordinary. I ask you, did you hear me talking in my sleep? ”

Ichika looked at him blankly. What does Lin Shaoge's person mean? Dream talk? Could it be that the last time he asked himself if he was willing to give his body to him, was it a dream?

"Say! Did you hear me talk in my sleep? ”

Ichika replied calmly, "Yes, the first vigil ......"

Xuanyuan waved his hand irritably, signaling that she didn't have to continue.

His expression was a little out of control, a little nervous.

He muttered to himself, "Trick me...... Trick me...... Lin Shaoge, you are very good......" He held his head, his eyes rolling rapidly, as if he was recalling something.

"It should ...... It's impossible to guess...... Impossible? No...... If he's not...... So...... Yes, he must not be, otherwise how could he test me like that......" He shook his fist into the air and muttered to himself, "He knows nothing but a word!" Fleeting Days...... Fleeting Days...... He doesn't know anything at all! As for the heir...... That's because he knows about Xuanyuan Zhenyu! ”

After figuring out the trick, he stared gloomily at Yixiang in front of him.

"It's useless. I'm going to tell you the secret you want to know most. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "The most painful thing is to pay with your life to get what you want, but you can't tell the man you are willing to give your life for him, right?" ”