Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

"Peng Peng—"

"Boom!"

Vigorous, the sound of something hitting something.

Mao Qing slowly opened her eyes.

Dim light penetrated into her eyes, and the vertical and horizontal iron rods framed all her sight. Her body was very stiff. She stretched her body, and the sound of rattling chains sounded. When she took a closer look, she realized that she was His limbs are all locked with black chains, and the chains are set on the wall, which looks indestructible.

The rattling sound was still ringing.

But she couldn't care less for now.

My head is a little dizzy, but I can barely remember something.

Farewell to Huo Bai, mints, the woman in red who wanted to kill her, and...

She... didn't die?

While he was in a daze, the clanging sound became more intense, and there was a faint growl.In the dark cage, it looked a little weird and terrifying.

what?

She managed to stand up, the chains rattling, feeling weak all over, she staggered to the iron fence and looked outside.

Just looking at it, her hands trembled suddenly, and she fell limply to the ground with incomparable fear wrapped around her heart.

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

But these are not the reasons for Mao Qing to be afraid.

Rather, in those prisons, all the locks are puppets! !

A puppet that hasn't been demonized yet, but is about to...be demonized!

Although Mao Qing doesn't practice swordsmanship, her parents are both outer disciples of Lingxi Peak, so she goes out with her occasionally, so she has some knowledge and can tell the difference between a puppet's demonization and its non-magicization.

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

In this way... a puppet between demonization and non-magicization!

"Roar……"

"Peng Peng—"

"Dangdang!"

Some semi-demonized puppets still maintain some sanity, but they are enduring with difficulty, while some smash the iron railing crazily, and then roar heavily, panting, half of the eyes are black and white, looking straight ahead, half of the eyes are red, grunting Spinning around, it looked very scary.

The violent sound heard at the beginning was made by these puppets.

Mao Qing sat on the ground, took a step back, took another step, and finally let herself stick tightly to the wall, locked in a corner, trembling all over.

...Why is she here? !

Just when she was frightened, she suddenly heard a slight, thin sound like metal hitting the railing.

Unlike the madness and recklessness of those semi-magic puppets who lost their minds and hit the railing, this voice is very regular and gentle.

Mao Qing huddled in the corner, at first she didn't want to pay attention to the voice, she just wanted to hide a little further, shrink a little——

Why is she here? !

a long time later.

The semi-magic puppet next door that hit the railing seems to have finally exhausted all its energy, and some are still roaring in a low voice, but it is much quieter than the previous noise.

And that regular voice is still ringing.

It should be the piercing metal percussion sound, but because of the performer, it gradually felt calming.

Very quiet, very soft.

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

It was a prison across from her.

Thick shadows are buried in the depths, and the weak candlelight in the passage can't illuminate the whole picture of the opposite cage at all. Under the dim light, a corner of the dark chains is exposed, and the person who knocked is hiding in the gloomy darkness, unable to see half shadow.

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

Mao Qing shuddered suddenly, as if remembering something, subconsciously touched herself, from the beginning to the end, and made sure that there was no other metal on her body except the chains that bound her, and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She wasn't turned into a puppet...she was still human.

The knocking sound stopped abruptly.

Because someone is coming.

Faint voices of conversation.

"...Lately I've been seeing you coming here all the time."

"..."

It seems to be two people.

The candlelight flickered in the dim corridor, slowly reflecting a dark shadow, Mao Qing shrank in subconsciously.

"go out."

The husky juvenile voice was slightly familiar, but more unfamiliar.

"...My lord?" The man didn't react, "but here..."

"I told you to go out—" the young man's voice was reckless, vaguely insolent, "You just leave me! Do you hear me?!"

The other person stepped back in a hurry.

That person is getting closer.

Mao Qing retracted her outstretched head between her arms, and sat in a corner, pretending that she didn't exist.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped.

"Keep your head up."

The boy said lazily, "Did you hear that?"

Mao Qing: "..."

Mao Qing raised her head obediently, her dark eyes were in the thick shadows, unable to see a little light.

The young man outside the railing had bright red lips, his jet-black hair was tied up with a white headband, a string of slender papers was casually hanging around his waist, he was dressed in white, and his face was as pale as if he had been covered with a thick layer of white powder. Like Bai Wuchang in the underworld.

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

Mao Qing raised her head, but Bai Luo didn't speak again.

The two were speechless.

after awhile.

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

Mao Qing looked at him, looking at him carefully.

In the end, the voice was soft, "Yeah."

"...What's your name?" After a pause, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, and she added.

"grown ups."

Behind the humility and prudence is deep, fear.

—she was afraid of him.

But apart from the fear, there is also a little unwillingness.

No, it is very unwilling.

Not reconciled to even fear, but also to ask, who is he.

It seemed that she couldn't believe that her friend who treated her like a true friend would be the chief culprit who made her here now, in chains all over her body.

Bai Luo froze slightly.

after awhile.

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

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

I just don't know what I'm compromising on.

Not Huo Bai.

It's Bai Luo.

Mao Qing let out an "oh" and fell silent again.

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

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

Not "you", but "you".

This person is not Huo Bai, but a stranger who controls her life.

Mao Qing thought, be more obedient and sensible.

Bai Luo: "..."

Bai Luo snorted, as if trying to cover up something, "This is the magic prison set up by the leader."

Mao Qing: "These..."

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

"...they were... were they human?" Mao Qing felt her heart beating slightly.

"Yes." Bai Luo did not deny it.

He didn't come here to embarrass her.I just...wanted to see if she was okay.

At first he thought it didn't matter, just a stupid stupid woman.

However, I don't know how.

The mints scattered all over the floor, and her disappointed eyes at that moment.

It seemed to grow in his heart, lingering.

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

But he still came.

Bai Luo always thought that it would be nice if he had an older brother.

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

He is irritable and easily impulsive. The task of being a spy is not suitable for him, but his brother went, so he went too.

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

He did it.

His brother taught him to take a mint when he was impulsive.

It's not that I like to eat, but just holding it in my mouth, I can endure the impulsiveness and anger in my patience, and try to be calm.

but……

Everything about Danfeng is vivid.

He has always felt that he is a very indifferent person.

But why is he here now?

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

She glanced at the inhuman and ghostly things outside the cage, and subconsciously shivered.

It won't become something that looks like a demon but is not a demon.

"Ten years?" Bai Luo sneered as if he had heard a joke, his dark eyes were indifferent, "Ten years, how is it enough?"

Mao Qing was startled by Bai Luo Senran's eyes.

Bai Luo paused, turned his eyes away, and said indifferently, "People are greedy animals."

In the bottom of Mao Qing's heart, there was a vague guess, and in an instant, goosebumps rose, "You mean..."

"We all know." Bai Luo didn't hide her intentions, and said in a casual voice, "500 years ago, the ancestor of Lingxi was good at puppetry, and he used this technique to extend people's lives."

"Puppet art has become popular in Fengyue Continent."

"However, the shortcoming was soon discovered. Puppetry can only last ten years for a person's life, and the human soul cannot exist in the puppet body forever. After ten years, the soul collapses and turns into a demon, and the puppet becomes demonized."

"But people at that time didn't know that the demonization of puppets was due to the collapse of the soul. 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 the emergence of For the first time, the tide of evil spirits."

Mao Qing had never heard of this period of history.

No one said.

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

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

In the first wave of evil spirits, many people died.

The ground was bloody, but there were no bones.No one knows how the tide of evil spirits came into being—people who were at ease fell under the claws of evil spirits.

Mao Qing: "..."

Bai Luo paused, "...that digresses."

However, when she came back to her senses, she saw Mao Qing's face full of thirst for talents.

"No, you continue to talk!"

Bai Luo: "..."

"...In short, the Demon Transformation Prison is where the Master Hierarch puts those outstanding people with firm wills who have reached the ten-year period... to delay the demonization time."

Mao Qing said bluntly: "It is that you want to research a method that can make people live longer?"

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

Mao Qing: "Isn't that so?"

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 always want to prove to someone..."

He still remembered that the girl in red who had just woken up from a hundred years of slumber, the first thing she said when she woke up was——

"……are you back?"

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

Before that sentence, it should be a person.

who is back?

Who is the leader waiting for?

"……who knows."

After a pause, he seemed to be guessing, and seemed to be talking to himself, and repeated, "...Ten years, how is it enough?"

The cold wind is bleak.

Lingxi Peak, the back mountain.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and the girl in red was sitting quietly on a branch and playing the bone flute. The breeze was blowing, and the late autumn was coming, and the leaves fell all over the ground golden.

The tombstone, which had been worn down by time so hard to read clearly, was quietly in place. Occasionally, a golden leaf would fall, land on the tombstone, and then lightly fall to the ground.

Just one song.

"..."

Su Chan put down her flute, her long and narrow eyes were dimly lit, her voice was elegant and clear, yet it seemed to be muttering to herself.

"If you can……"

I was abandoned, I want to walk the road abandoned by you.

"What is the tide of evil ghosts?" Su Chan said with a light smile, "Isn't the human heart 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 if she was laughing at herself or something else.

"...It would be fine if you were more ruthless."