Binding the Dragon for the Empress

After coming out of the realm of soul consciousness, the sky turned into daylight again, the golden crow was covered by gray clouds, and it began to rain.

The soul consciousness was wandering around, and Yan Yuan was worried that there would be some leftovers, so she searched the palace several times through the clouds and mist. He wore a white robe trimmed with silver silk, shuttled in the rain, and his clothes were as dry as usual.

When passing above the sky prison for the third time, the Soul Gathering Box in her hand emitted a strong blue light without warning, Yan Yuan turned around from a trance, her eyes fell on the eaves and tiles below, her heart tightened instantly.

What kind of a good place can Tianlao be... Xuanlong was whipped and beaten here, and he pierced the lute bone with an iron chain. After giving birth to a child, he exhausted his soul power and died. What obsession remains here?

It's not obsession... that is, nightmare.

Yan Yuan, who has lost her mind in the world, can deal a cruel blow to Xuanlong, but Yan Yuan, who has recovered her consciousness and has the memory of two lifetimes, is absolutely impossible.

When the knife fell on Xuanlong, it cut his heart twice as hard. After his rebirth, he has been consciously or unconsciously avoiding himself from thinking about those things.

Because it hurts when he thinks about it.

Many times, there is still room for maneuver when mistakes are made, and some things happen as they happen, and there is no room for regret.

Yan Yuan was suddenly timid to enter the prison that he had been to countless times. No matter how strong a person was, once he was poked to the weak point, he would be like a snake being hit seven inches, and instantly lost the ability to resist.

Xuanlong is his weakness, the heart that should be protected by him under the ribs. If others touch him, he will go hysterical and crazy, but he is so stupid that he can't even recognize his true love, so he stabbed him with a knife When he was on Xuanlong, he was complacent and thought that he would win, but in fact, the tip of the knife was clearly aimed at his heart.

The pain came slowly, but one day it would come, it would explode, and it would make him want to die.

Like this moment.

Knowing that the things in that prison were most likely beyond his ability to face, he still wanted to go.Because that was what he had to do, and he couldn't be a bit timid.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes, performed a teleportation spell, and appeared in the cramped cell where Xuanlong was imprisoned. The originally unstable blue light on the Soul Gathering Box instantly became real, proving that he came to the right place.

The rain dripped in from the four openings on the top of the head, mixing the dust on the ground into damp muddy water.Xuanlong was imprisoned here and spent almost the whole winter, but he couldn't make it through in the end, and left permanently at the end of winter.

Yan Yuan forced herself not to think about those things anymore, and raised her hand to perform the sleeping technique to let herself enter the realm of soul consciousness, a white light rose from her fingers and penetrated into the center of her eyebrows.

The moment the soul left the body, the cold and silent cell became darker in an instant, the dim yellow light of the fire danced on the wall of the corridor, and the sound of whips biting the skin could be heard in the distance.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped--!"

One sound is heavier than the other, and one sound is harder than the other.

Except for the sound of the whipping, there was no other sound. The tortured person seemed to be able to bear it very well. He couldn't cry out after being beaten like this, or maybe he had been knocked out so he couldn't make a sound.

Yan Yuan's throat was pinched by an invisible giant palm, and it was getting tighter and tighter. He listened to the voice, stared at the scarlet eyes, and walked through the prison door with the Soul Gathering Box in his hand, and took a step towards the execution room at the end of the corridor. , One step over.

The closer they got, the clearer the sound of the skin being ripped apart, and the man's muffled groan could be vaguely heard.The iron door of the execution room was slightly opened, revealing a gap, Yan Yuan lifted the trembling fingertips and pushed the door open, seeing the expected scene.

The man's hands were chained to both ends of the cross wooden frame. His hip-length hair was wet and messy, covering his face. His prison clothes had been soaked by rain as early as when he was escorted to the cell by the imperial guards. With blood sticking to his body, his limbs appeared thin, and his protruding belly was astonishingly large.

The whip whipped towards his body, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and an unbearable low moan came out of his throat.

Yan Yuan is very familiar with this scene, because the culprit of all this is himself. Knowing that what happened in front of him is not reality, but the nightmare of Xuanlong, he still has difficulty controlling his emotions. He opens his mouth to breathe, thinking To stop them, however, they could only make a faint sound, as light as a mosquito.

"stop……"

"stop……"

The vocal cords were hoarse as if they had been cut.

His appearance did not disturb anyone present, the jailer was still whipping Xuanlong's body with all his heart, and the criss-crossing bloodstains on Xuanlong's body became more and more dense, Yan Yuan heard the man with his head hanging down muttering something .

"Don't... hit the stomach."

"Don't... hit the stomach."

"Please……"

So helpless and hopeless.

For a moment, Yan Yuan almost lost her hearing, all the sounds in the world disappeared, her throat was aching, her eyes were filled with tears, staring at the scene in front of her, she kept shaking her head.

"stop……"

"stop……"

"I told you to stop, can't you hear me!!"

He suddenly dodged and rushed over, trying to push the jailer who was executing the sentence away, but passed through the jailer's body.

Yan Yuan froze on the spot——

The jailers could not see him.

This is Xuanlong's nightmare, everything is illusory, only the righteous master can see him, and the rest, people imagined by Xuanlong, cannot see him.

The man on the rack had been beaten unconscious. The guards stopped hesitantly and discussed with their colleagues whether to continue the execution. Yan Yuan yelled at them heartbreakingly.

"enough!!"

"enough!!!"

"Don't go on anymore!! Please, don't go on anymore... Let him go, let him go."

But they couldn't hear it.

Not long after, Yan Yuan saw 'myself' wearing a black dragon robe come in from the door with a gloomy face, and ordered someone to bring cold water to wake up the unconscious Xuanlong.

He saw the person who was born with the same face as himself, pinching Xuanlong's jaw and forcing Xuanlong to hand over the inner alchemy, and kept yelling that the child in Xuanlong's belly was a bastard, and only if he gave the inner alchemy would he be allowed to give birth to this child child.

As if this is some great gift.

Xuanlong's inner alchemy has long been gone, so he can't give it to him. He has a stubborn temper. After giving everything, he was hurt to such a degree by his sweetheart.

So 'I' got angry, with a storm in my sleepy eyes, and silently stalemate with the man on the rack, refusing to give in at all.

That was the former Yan Yuan. Yan Yuan knew better than anyone what she wanted to do. He rushed forward like crazy, and struck the emperor's chest with divine power in his palm.

"roll!!"

The strong wave of divine power that could have destroyed the prison disappeared in mid-air the moment it was struck.

This is Xuanlong's nightmare, his divine power cannot be used here, and he cannot be saved.

Strangely, even Xuanlong, who should have been able to see him, didn't notice him coming.

Yan Yuan had never felt so powerless before. He cried bitterly and stepped forward, repeatedly waving his sleeves towards the emperor's body, trying to break his body into pieces.

"roll!!"

"go away!!!"

"Don't do that to him, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!—"

There is no use.

He was like a madman angry at the air.

"I don't know what to do."

"Drag it back and cut out his heart."

A cold voice resounded in the execution room.

That's what 'Yan Yuan' said.

Yan Yuan's legs softened, and she knelt down on the ground. He raised his hand to grab the hem of the black dragon robe of 'Yan Yuan', and he caught nothing, "Don't...

"Please...don't be so cruel..."

"please……"

He cried so miserably that after begging for 'Yan Yuan', he crawled over to beg the jailer, but no one listened to him.Probably just like Xuanlong in the past, no matter how painful or uncomfortable he was, no one listened to him.

The iron chain that fixed his wrist was loosened from the wooden frame, and Xuanlong fell to the ground. He was lying on the ground, as if he was dead, without any movement.

Two imperial guards who followed 'Yan Yuan' grabbed Xuanlong's wrist from left to right, dragged him back to the cell like a dead object, and threw him on the pile of straw.

There was hardly a single intact part of Xuanlong's body, and the prison clothes were torn in many places, and the blood soon stained the straw under his body red. One of the imperial guards pulled out a dagger from his boots, and opened Xuanlong's lapel .

The scales on his heart had just been pulled out, and the injury was not healed at all, coupled with the whipping, the wound looked horrible, the tender flesh was missing the skin, exposed to the air naked, dripping with blood.

The imperial guard probably couldn't bear it either, the tip of the knife stopped two inches from Xuanlong's heart, and the colleague next to him urged him, so he dropped the knife.

Yan Yuan has never expected a god to appear in the world, because he himself is the supreme being in the nine heavens, in charge of thousands of gods in the heavens, he seems to be able to do whatever he wants, but he can't even stop the nightmare of Xuanlong at this moment .

He watched helplessly as the imperial guard stabbed down the dagger, the tip of the knife drew a circle along Xuanlong's heart, and gouged out a piece of flesh the size of a palm, and the blood flowed through the silver blade.

"Uh……"

The man in a coma obviously felt very painful, his blood-stained hands unconsciously grasped the straw under his body, his green eyes opened a crack, and he looked up at the sky without focus.

The imperial guard put his heart and soul into the wooden box prepared in advance, left Xuanlong and left the prison. Soon, the voice of the imperial guard returning to 'Yan Yuan' came from outside.

Xuan Long woke up with his eyes open for a while, then fell into a coma again. He lay motionless on the wet haystack, without the strength to turn over, and there was no one to cover him with a bedding.

However, with such a serious injury, it hurts to touch him, and he would probably be uncomfortable even if he was covered with a quilt.

Yan Yuan cried hoarsely, after the people outside left, when he was touching Xuanlong's face, he suddenly found that he could touch him.

It may be because the nightmare has come to an end, and people from the outside world can communicate with the soul consciousness.

Yan Yuan had no time to think about it, grabbed Xuanlong's hand, and put it on her cheek regardless of the dirt and blood on it. He looked at Xuanlong's pale face, and burst into tears.

"Apo..."

"Wake up..."

"I'm here to take you home... After you go home, it won't hurt anymore."

"It won't hurt anymore..."