The sound of a string of beads echoing in the silent and sparse hall, and a scarred young man knelt on the ground on the fine Dali porcelain. The head is slightly tilted, revealing the other side of the intact and beautiful face. Kne-length, sleek black hair slipped from his frail body and fell to the ground, strands of hair curled up against the rocks. With the thin clothes, it looks more and more pitiful, which makes people feel distressed. The boy knows when to show the most pitiful appearance, and he also knows his most advantageous chips. The icy cold continued to spread along his knees to his body, and the burning pain all over his body was even more unbearable under the erosion of such cold cold. He moved the corners of his mouth, pulling at the wound on his face, causing his expression to stiffen.

"Lord of the City......" The young man lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the person sitting luxuriously on the high platform behind the heavy curtains.

A cold and murderous gaze shot towards the kneeling man, and the young man couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"The wings are stiff. Pray for rain. A sigh came from the curtain.

Qi Yu's body trembled, and large drops of pearl-like tears broke through his curly eyelashes and fell from his glassy eyes. He trembled and wept, curled up like a wounded Persian cat.

"Lord Castle, I was wrong, I really know that I was wrong. Please don't drive me away, pray for rain and follow you all my life, please don't rush to pray for rain. ”

The boy cried with remorse as he climbed from below to the feet of the man behind the curtain. He knelt under the man's lap, grabbed him by the sleeve, and begged for mercy.

He looked at the god-like figure in the sky with teary eyes, like the face painted by the most skilled painter, and the eyes that had once shown love for him were now only cold. Why, don't you like to pray for rain the most, didn't you say that you want to pray for rain for the rest of your life, why do you want to pray for rain and die now!

"Lord of the city, I really don't dare to pray for rain. The beautiful boy was already crying by now, but the man who was grabbed by the sleeve was still indifferent.

The two women standing next to Gong Ao in strong clothes and with black veils on their faces saw this scene but did not make any moves. It's as if nothing has been sent at all.

"Huh. A smile suddenly appeared on Gong Aoran's cold face, but his eyes were hideous.

He gently caressed the young man's face, as gentle as a lover. Gong Ao's actions made the young man's heart burst with surprise, the city lord really still liked him! The young man hurriedly held the hand that Gong Ao caressed his face, and his eyes were full of ecstasy.

"Pray for rain, ......"

Gong Ao's thin lips gently spit out these words, because the calloused hand that held the sword all the year round went down the young man's beautiful and smooth cheeks, stopping at the young man's neck, feeling the fierce and energetic pulse. The White Emperor City Lord, who had always been arrogant and didn't take anyone seriously, suddenly had a painful and nostalgic expression on his face.

"At that time, he was also like you, young, beautiful, and his smile was as refreshing as flowing water......" Gong Ao looked at the young man's slender neck as if he had seen a picturesque man standing on the bow of the boat under that clear sky many years ago, smiling at him, telling him to have time to go to the Valley of the Wicked to find him. The misty sunlight shone on the water wave after wave, and the sparkling light of the water pierced him not only squinting. In the sun, the man's ship grew farther and farther away until it was no longer visible.

Gong Ao closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened them again, the surging hatred and sourness had already submerged his whole body, and he grabbed the young man's neck with both hands.

"Why should a man like you live, but he should die in such an unknown place! Why! Do you know that the painting is the only thing he left me, and you slut actually burned it? How dare you burn it!"

The young man's face was flushed by Gong Ao's pinch, and he shook his head desperately. Black hair swayed in mid-air.

Seeing that the black silk seemed to be enchanted, Gong Ao suddenly let go of his hands and trembled and stroked the soft black hair. He gently placed his black hair on the palm of his hand, and his fingertips touched it lightly, as if he were treating the most precious thing in the world.

"Bring me a comb. ”

Immediately, a maid waiting in the dark hurriedly went to get what Gong Ao wanted, and soon a peachwood mandarin duck comb was presented to Gong Ao. Gong Ao glanced at the comb and didn't say anything, but the maid saw that Gong Ao didn't lose his temper and suddenly felt pardoned, and hurriedly retreated.

Gong Ao held Qi Yu in his arms and stroked his black hair again and again. Qi Yu, who was frantically choked by Gong Ao's throat just now, was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, so he had to hide in Gong Ao's arms and tremble.

"What kind of bun does Ah Ling want to comb? ”

Gong Ao's face was full of happy smiles, and he seriously combed the comb of Qi Yu to the end with a comb. Praying for rain and breathing are sleepy, how can you have the courage to reply.

"Ah Ling doesn't speak, then I'll just help you comb it. Later, if you don't like it, you can't lose your temper. ”

“............”

Qi Yu had never seen the appearance of the city lord of the White Emperor City, Gong Ao, for these male pets who were raised in the White Emperor City Palace, their status was not only lower than those beauties who had been screened out by the beauty map, but they were even less free than those beauties. People outside have always thought that Gong Ao is because he likes beautiful women, so he will not hesitate to collect them from all over the world. But they absolutely didn't know that Gong Ao was a complete broken sleeve, and he didn't touch any of the beauties who were sent in. All the beauties he summoned would disappear from this world forever the next day, and no one knew why Gong Ao did it. But no one in the White Emperor City dared to oppose him, in the White Emperor City, he was the emperor and had the supreme power.

Gong Ao is a god in their hearts, they are intriguing, deceitful, and do everything they can to make Gong Ao look at them more and linger with them for a while. This god-like man, at least a little tenderness to them, will make them happy for a long, long time.

However, Gong Ao has never been a gentle person, he is extremely strong but never spends the night in their room, and never takes them to his bedroom to work. The only one who seems to be outside the column is Qi Yu, a young man who was just brought back from outside by Gong Ao a few years ago.

Praying for rain is very favored, very favored. As long as it is not a very difficult request, Gong Ao will try his best to meet him. Then Qi Yu once thought that this was love, and he could be happy with Gong Ao for the rest of his life. However, it wasn't until he once saw Gong Ao sitting in his study in the middle of the night, looking at a portrait hanging on the wall without blinking. In fact, it is not strictly a portrait, there is only one back in the portrait. The sky was blue, hanging high on the chain bridge over the rushing river, and the young general in blood-colored armor carried a spear on his back and held a solid-colored high-headed horse in his hand. The sunlight softened the cold light of his sharp armor, but it also blurred his figure.

Gong Ao's eyes looking at the painting made Qi Yu squat outside the door and cry bitterly, the tenderness like water, full of love, and nostalgic eyes fully showed that Gong Ao loved him, and he loved the person in the portrait. Then what is he, what is he who was brought back to White Emperor City by Gong Ao from Yanliu Lane and held in the palm of his hand!

From that moment on, Qi Yu gradually hated the person in the portrait. Although he thought it was very ridiculous, jealous of a man who had never seen it, who didn't even know how to have a face, and who didn't even know how to exist in this world. But he just hates, it is clear that Gong Ao loves him, why does he have to show that kind of expression to the person in the portrait!

However, the prayer for rain, who was blinded by jealousy, may not have thought about it. The city lord of White Emperor City, Gong Ao, has never belonged to him, and he has never said a word of love to him.

Praying for rain burned the painting at the end, and he looked at the painting that was gradually consumed by tongues of fire, and he had a thrill of extinction that he had never felt before. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to tell everyone that he was alone. But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore. Because Gong Ao knew that he burned the portrait.

He suddenly fell from heaven to hell!

This time, he realized why people outside said that you should never provoke Gong Ao if you provoke anyone, because he can make you live but not die.

Gong Ao slowly pulled up Qi Yu's hair, and gradually pulled it into a complicated bun. As early as when Gong Ao began to comb Qi Yu's hair, a maid came over with a whole jewelry box and stood quietly beside Gong Ao. Gong Ao casually inserted a double flying phoenix golden step in his hair praying for rain. Then he took a round mirror and held it in front of the rain prayer.

"Ah Ling, look, is it good-looking. ”

Gong Ao crouched on the neck of Qi Yu, and his heavy breath was spit on Qi Yu's sensitive skin. Pray for rain blinking, and a string of tears falls.

"Ah Ling doesn't cry, Ah Ling doesn't cry. Gong Ao suddenly panicked, and hurriedly wiped the tears on Qiyu's face: "I'll send you back to the Valley of the Wicked, don't cry." ”

"It's me who is wrong, it's me who is not good, Ah Ling. ”

The dignified palace arrogant would apologize in a hurry.

Qi Yu's heart throbbed, painful Gong Ao's heart-wrenching love for the deceased person, painful that he regarded himself as a stand-in for his love, and painful that he fell in love with such a person who didn't love him.

"I'm not him. ”

Qi Yu pushed Gong Ao away and stood up: "Gong Ao, you can see clearly that I am not Ah Ling, I am Qi Yu!

Pray for rain suddenly pulled out the golden step, and the combed green silk suddenly scattered down.

Gong Ao stiffened, his eyes were red, and he slapped Qi Yu in the face: "Slut, you also deserve to call him by his name?"

"Hahahaha, Gong Ao, you are so pitiful. Praying for rain fell to the ground, tears falling in a stream, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of revenge.

"Even if you kill all the beauties in the world, he won't come back, he's dead, dead!"

Gong Ao glanced coldly at Qi Yu, and his fists clenched under his sleeves.

"Drag it off. ”

"Yes. ”

"Tell to go down, don't alarm others, and go to the Yuanmei Temple. ”

"The subordinates understand. ”

So Gong Ao, who was hiding in the dark, trembled and saw the woman dressed in white like an immortal, with a fire lotus blooming between her eyebrows, and she smiled and fell into the city.

has always been ruthless and tyrannical, except for the second time in his life after learning of Ah Ling's death, he shed hot tears and slammed them on the grass.

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Li Lingsheng was fighting with Shen Ji, and then Li Lingsheng was very speechless.

Li Lingsheng squatted in front of Wang Xiaoer, pulled a stiff smile, and looked flattering.

"Little second brother, can you give us the sugar gourd and stones in your hand? ”

Wang Xiaoer crossed his waist and puffed out his bun face: "Don't, I want to give the sugar gourd to Xiao Mengzi, so I won't give it to you." ”

Li Lingsheng stood up helplessly and snorted at the Shen halberd on the side.

Shen Ji glanced at Wang Xiaoer, then took out a roll of needles from his sleeve and pulled one out of it. The cold light flashed on the silver needle, and Wang Xiaoer, who was still mighty and unyielding just now, shrank his head at this time.

"Do you know which acupuncture point in the human body hurts the most? Shen Ji asked

Li Lingsheng smiled slightly: "Naturally, it is Yongquan Cave." Shen Ji stepped forward and was about to grab Wang Xiaoer, but Wang Xiaoer suddenly shouted.

"I'll give it to me, don't stab me!"

So under the intimidation of force, Wang Xiaoer's children cried and gave the stones they had picked up from the Yangtze River and the sugar gourd that they had finally returned to the White Emperor City in the bazaar to the two sisters in front of them who looked beautiful but were not gentle at all.

After Li Lingsheng got the stone, he didn't waste a stone with an extremely accurate memory, and killed all the hens and ducks he saw to cook with his extremely accurate memory. Don't look at Li Lingsheng as a big man, without him cooking in the Five Poisons, the three of them would have to be forced to eat the strange food of the Miao people.

After passing Jia Yituo's level, they continued to help the master Li Dazui tease Gong Wei. Finally, when it came time to paint Qiu Saisai's portrait, things went a little wrong. Because Qiu Saisai didn't want them to paint! They talked so badly that they praised Qiu Saisai's beauty to the sky and finally convinced her. However, during this period, Li Lingsheng has been maneuvering, and Shen Ji is playing the air on the side.

For a person like Shen Ji, the wooden formation is not a problem at all, although Li Lingsheng has lost his memory, his body's reaction sensitivity is still there, and naturally it is easy to break through.

When they finally passed the last hurdle, they entered the White Emperor City Internal Affairs Mansion with the waist card they had collected all the way, and received a key from Gong Qing, which was said to be the key to the White Emperor City Palace. Li Lingsheng deeply felt that he had been pitted.

"This is the legendary beauty array?" Li Lingsheng stared blankly at the key in his hand.

Shen Ji didn't speak, secretly clenched his hand.

"We can go see Gong Ao, Halberd. ”

"Well, he killed him without saying anything. ”

"Don't be so violent. ”

With a flick of his sleeves, the person had already walked out of the gate of the Internal Affairs Office. Li Lingsheng smiled helplessly and hurriedly followed. Only Gong Qing stood in place and finally showed a frightened expression, her legs trembled, and she sat on the ground with a pale face.

"He's back!"

The author has something to say: Gong Ao, in fact, he is quite loving