When Ye Qingxuan woke up from his stupor, he only felt that he had a splitting headache.

In the underground chamber converted into a cage, he was half-naked, soaked in some kind of viscous liquid, and even had trouble breathing. He couldn't feel the flow of blood, he lost his sense of the ether, and he was even drowsy and unable to concentrate.

"Hey, do you need to be so serious?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse: "Won't you have to take a rope and tie a bundle?"

"How can a child like a rope be treated as you deserve?" Naberis laughed strangely, "Now you enjoy the treatment of a master, how about it?"

"Happy you ......"

"I'm relieved to see you so vibrant. ”

Naberis nodded in satisfaction: "For fear that you will be alone, I will let Mordred accompany you twenty-four hours a day." He is very obedient, and you can talk to him if you need anything, including bedtime stories.

Don't be afraid, it won't be long, and in a few hours it will be your turn. ”

He paused, his slender pupils narrowed, full of anticipation: "Don't be afraid, the moment you fall into darkness, you will not be deprived of anything." All you get is release.

I'm really looking forward to it, how strong will you become with those evil thoughts and powers imprisoned in your heart, those darkness that is far beyond your imagination?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and stopped listening. just quietly sensed his body, and couldn't help but be disappointed in his heart: that group of black musicians really gave him master-level treatment, and he didn't even leave a handkerchief all over his body.

Jiuxiao Huanpei is the top priority, and naturally it is impossible to leave it to him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look behind Naberis. Just behind the boy who was crouching on the ground and reading a fairy tale, his outfit was hanging on the wall. Covered in belongings......

"How long have I been in a coma?" Ye Qingxuan sighed.

"It's been two months. Naberis laughed: "So, don't worry, Auschwitz has been burned to the ground." The good news about this trial is that your competitors are dead~ The bad news is that you didn't reap the benefits either. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't bother to look at him: "To be honest." ”

"Tsk, half an hour ......"

Naberis shook his head: "It's not good to be too familiar." Can't even make a joke. ”

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps sounded from the door of the dungeon, and a figure dressed in black walked into Naberis: "Commander Crowley, please come over." ”

Naberis nodded, glanced at the comer, and couldn't help but be a little surprised in his eyes: "He actually chose you? ”

"Since it is the person who is favored by the head of the regiment, I will leave it to you first. I'm sure you'll have a great time with my prisoner. He patted the visitor on the shoulder and turned away.

In the silent cell, only Ye Qingxuan, who was shackled in the cage, and those who came outside the cage.

"Yo. Colt ......"

Ye Qingxuan looked at his indifferent expression, couldn't help but laugh strangely, and was surprised: "The new clothes are very handsome, I didn't expect you to be quite suitable for this body, it's really unexpected." ”

And in the face of this undisguised ridicule, Colt was just indifferent: "Say whatever you want." Isn't it like this with your ability? As long as people know how to give up in time, they will not fall like you. Embarrassed like this.

I didn't expect Naberis to be so good to you, these pools of healing solutions are mixed with the remnants of the flesh of the Dark Mother Earth. In addition to healing you, you can also gain an additional ability after transformation.

You have to thank him, he really treats you well. ”

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed softly: "I didn't expect that the black musicians are so hospitable, I can't wait to join this warm family! When are you going to take me to meet my 'parents'?"

At this point, he paused. Looking at Colt's eyes, he turned contemptuous: "Ah, by the way, you're not a black musician yet." I haven't even seen the appearance of 'Daddy', so I can't wait to sing the praises?

Your teacher at the Rock Iron School will be sad when he finds out. ”

Colt's complexion remained unchanged, as if he had not heard it, and did not move at all.

Just behind his back. Mordred, who was in the corner of the wall, suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and a dragon scale nail popped out from between his fingers, sharp as a blade.

As if sensing a chill from behind, Colt quietly took a step back. In his arms, the fingers that clenched the handle of the knife were released one by one.

"Do it yourself, Ye Qingxuan. ”

He gave the caged boy a deep look and turned to leave.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan watched him go away, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, sighing that he couldn't control his broken mouth. I almost completely angered that guy, and I killed myself in a fit of anger, so what should I do?

"Xiao Mo, thank you~" He waved his hand to the young man in the corner.

The boy looked up at him, ignoring him, with a look of disgust and coldness.

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while, but in the silence, the time was so long, so long that it was infiltrating, until finally, he finally couldn't help it, and spoke again: "Do you really read fairy tales to me?"

Mordred looked up at him in astonishment, as if convinced that there were such boring adults in this world, and then lowered her head and began to read the fairy tale with difficulty.

Reading stumblingly, there is really nothing to appreciate, but it makes people more irritated, and can't help but wonder what kind of new punishment this is.

"Ahem, little Mo. ”

Ye Qingxuan coughed in a low voice and cleared his throat: "Can you help my brother take the clothes on the wall......?"

Mordred looked up and looked at him with retarded eyes: "Uncle General, if you tell me that, let me tell you - are you stupid to me?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan's mood was so complicated at this moment that it was indescribable.

He sighed, "What else can you do but read me fairy tales?

“...... Do you want to listen?" Mordred glanced at him and shook his head, "I won't blow." ”

"I didn't expect you to blow it. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed weakly: "I have a whistle in my backpack, you can just take it out and blow it casually." ”

Mordred was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and hesitated: "Why are you blowing your whistle?"

"Then you can whistle. ”

"I don't whistle. ”

"Then you can just find a random whistle to blow. Isn't it?" Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders innocently, and then rolled around in the cage like a salted fish and moaned: "Help, I really want to listen to the whistle, if I don't have a whistle, I'm going to die!"

Mordred hesitated for a long time, until he was so annoyed by Ye Qingxuan that he couldn't do it, so he got up irritably. Kicking on the railing: "Shut up, don't you just listen to the whistle......

Ye Qingxuan obediently shut up and watched Mordred pull his backpack off the wall and turn it into a mess: "Oh, it's not over there, it's down there, right to you, next to that little box, yes, yes." This is it!"

He couldn't help but clap his hands: "Blow one, blow one, blow one!" It was like a kindergarten child waiting for someone else to perform.

Mordred looked at him suspiciously, looked down at the whistle in his hand, and examined it for a long time, and found that it was an ordinary whistle, which was of no use at all except for the occasional blowing.

At this time. It highlights the value of treachery, if Naberis were here. Don't talk about blowing the whistle, just smash the whistle and burn it to ashes.

Mordred, on the other hand, is different.

After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the whistle that Master Anglo handed to Ye Qingxuan and put it in his mouth.

The whistle sounded.

The voice was thin and crisp, like a moment. It was transmitted to a very distant place.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was ecstatic, laughed, and almost turned his head in the cage.

For a long time, for a long time...... It's been a long time.

There was silence. Nothing happened.

Ye Qingxuan waited sluggishly, and it took a long time.

Still nothing happened.

His smile stiffened on his face, like an old cabbage that had weathered up.

Outside the cage, Mordred was tired of blowing the whistle, put the whistle down, threw it into the cage, and looked impatient: "If you like it, you can blow it yourself, I have never seen anyone who is so happy to hear someone blow the whistle...... Do you have any canine demon blood?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan held the whistle and wanted to cry without tears-

Somewhere.

Somewhere in the darkness of the abyss, somewhere filled with endless darkness.

In the small space, the six imprisoned masters sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning. Some people beat at the darkness in a rage, but the darkness was so empty that there was no sign of being dispelled.

"Don't waste it. ”

Mr. Hu sighed, "This is the projection of the abyss, and everyone is wrapped in the cloak of original sin. Unless the dark canopy is broken, or the six of us here blow ourselves up, there's nothing we can do.

It's very embarrassing to be trapped, but it's hard for everyone to think about the good thing, they want to remove us, or they want to harm us. It's nothing more than a temporary closure of a small dark room. ”

"You're talking about it easily!" a master rolled his eyes and glared at him: "Your student, that group of Orientals returned to China a few days ago!

"Of course, that's part of the reason...... However, 'peace of mind here is my hometown', and it's okay to be at peace with what happens, right?" Mr. Hu smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the small stove in front of him and the tea kettle on it:

"The tea is almost ready, do you want to have some?"

"The tea is ready, yes, yes!"

In the corner, the master who was lying on the ground snoring woke up instantly, and the master from Anglo rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Oh, I slept really well this night, I haven't slept so soundly for a long time." ”

"Dreams are born from the heart. ”

Mr. Hu smiled and said, "Maybe you are the kind of person who can only sleep peacefully in the abyss." ”

Anglo's master smiled, but did not correct it, but held the thumb-sized teacup, looked at the turquoise tea soup inside, and raised his head to drink it down.

"I was told it was fate. The master shrugged: "I admit it." ”

In the silence, Mr. Hu held the teacup, smiled and did not speak, but for some reason, he suddenly raised his head and listened harshly.

"Someone's blowing the whistle?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter......"

Anglo's master yawned, "I've been lacking sleep lately, wait until I get some more sleep." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he lay down in the corner and began to snort again.

Sleep soundly.

It's like dreaming of a peaceful home in the abyss. (To be continued.) )