Before I conquer the God Realm

"Guests, please come this way," the fairy in blue led Gu Qingzhao to a tightly closed room, and as soon as he stepped into the darkness, he was blind.

There is no ray of light in the dark world, let alone a ray of hope, as if even the flow of time is stopped.

The blue-clothed fairy stretched out his right fist, and a night pearl rose from his palm, emitting a dazzling brilliance, piercing the darkness instantly.

The room under the light was as bright as day for a moment.

The young man with his hands and feet tied to the cross bowed his head like a lion whose fangs had been pulled out, losing all pride.

Gu Qingzhao's heart trembled suddenly, and he asked the blue-clothed fairy, "How long have you trained him?"

"Guest, we have been training it since we caught it two years ago, but this thing is stubborn and unruly. Later, we had to use the Dementor Curse to bind his consciousness, so that he became a real slave," Lan Yi said. The immortal handed over a jade talisman to Gu Qingzhao, "This jade talisman records the spell of the Dementor Curse. Guests can weaken the power of the spell a little bit according to their own wishes, and watch the joy it brings from its struggle."

Even though Gu Qingzhao was holding on to the hood and couldn't see the gloomy expression on his face, the blue-clothed fairy could still feel the air pressure around this mysterious guest getting lower and lower, and hurriedly explained: "Guest, Langya Cave's training techniques are unparalleled in the world, except for this thing , I never missed it again, it’s not that Langya Cave didn’t train it well, it’s really too stubborn, if we didn’t use the instigating spell, it would have died a thousand or eight hundred times. The blood of the beast is a priceless treasure. To be trained as a slave whose reason for existence is the will of the master is definitely not the price you pay for it as a guest."

"It? He!" Gu Qingzhao wanted to crush the jade talisman in his hand, and said angrily, "Get lost!"

The blue-clothed fairy was stunned. No one had ever been so rude to him before. After pressing his brows, as if he understood something, he folded his fists and retreated: "Guests are welcome." He gently closed the door of the room.

It wasn't until there were only Gu Qingzhao and the little prince bound by steel cables left in the room that Gu Qingzhao felt that there was a trace of popularity in the room.

Before coming here, the blue-clothed fairy told him that in order to ensure the safety of customers' purchases, the little prince's mask had been put on since the day he was captured. He wore it for two years, three months and seventeen days, and he never took it off during the period. After a while, until his master came to open it for him personally.

The exclusive confinement of the buyer is one of the thoughtful services of Langya Cave.

The luminous pearl above his head slowly turned, and Gu Qingzhao approached the little prince step by step, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the silver mask.

The young man under the mask suddenly raised his head, and a pair of eyes with dilated pupils shot out a cold and fierce light!

"Bow your head," Gu Qingzhao tried to command with the incantation of luck in his heart.

The young man trembled from head to toe, as if he was fighting for something, his raised head was knocked down by a heavy hammer, and finally fell down.

"Interesting," Gu Qingzhao picked up the jade talisman and read the spell, with a cold light in his eyes, "Undo the spell!"

The little prince's slack pupils gradually condensed together, but what condensed into was a puddle of lifeless energy.

He raised his head again, his eyes that should have been as bright as stars were so dark that they were lifeless. His eyes were filled with all kinds of dark emotions such as hatred, unwillingness, and begging for death, but he didn't want to live. He said mockingly: "What do you want? The Qi meridian has been locked, even self-explosion is impossible, if you want to tease Gu, then tease him to your heart's content, but don't think that Gu will respond to this." He slowly closed his eyes.

The king's name is lonely and widowed, and the king is self-effacing and called lonely.

Gu Qingzhao suddenly tore off the little prince's silver mask, revealing a delicate and perfect face.

Completely different from Gu Qingzhao's delicate beauty, the little prince's face is full of heroism, and his handsome and compelling facial features flaunt the wildness of a man.

Such a face that even Gu Qingzhao couldn't help but miss two slaps when he watched his heartbeat, but a long scratch was drawn across half of his face with a knife.

Gu Qingzhao stroked the little prince's left cheek with one hand. The well-raised skin is delicate and moist, even the scars are delicate. He sincerely praised: "It's so beautiful, such a face is really a masterpiece from heaven, even the scars are so beautiful. It can be so beautiful."

The little prince with his eyes closed didn't even blink his eyelashes, he was so indifferent that he looked like a dead person.

Gu Qingzhao raised his right hand stroking the little prince's cheek, slapped the little prince heavily, and said with a sneer, "My slave dares to be called lonely."

The little prince frowned slightly, his eyes still closed.

Forbearance.

"You can't take it anymore?" Gu Qingzhao raised his hand and slapped him again: "The shopkeeper said you were rebellious, so it must be a trick to deceive people? Could it be that you are just trying to flatter you when you tell me that?" Slaves living in fantasy are worth so much that they can get a good buyer."

The little prince had bulging veins on his hands, and his eyelids trembled.

"Is that what you said about being unresponsive?" Gu Qingzhao chuckled, and slowly hooked his finger on the young man's chin, "It's really interesting, little beauty, let me see what kind of unresponsive you are using."

The anger in the young man's eyes was about to burst out, as if he wanted to burn Gu Qingzhao to death, he shouted violently: "Get out!"

A white light flashed in Gu Qingzhao's hand, and a painting brush appeared at his fingertips. He gently rolled up his sleeves, and started painting on the youth's scar. At the end of the scar, there was a swaying lotus flower lying on the youth At the temple, there is an indescribable beauty, "Do you want to die?"

"I can't beg to die!" The little prince snorted coldly, his angry eyes that fell on the painting's arm froze slightly, seeing this man's arm in such a humiliating situation, the sentence that the wrist was frozen with frost and snow appeared in his heart, Such a section of arm is really not owned by middle-aged people.

"No wonder you, Zhu Yangguo, are doomed to perish." Gu Qingzhao laughed loudly after appreciating the painting for a while, "Your parents are so stupid to sacrifice the lives of the entire royal family to save you Weak and incompetent people. Only the weak will bow their heads to death. They are too weak to endure a little torture and have no courage to overcome the predicament, so they choose to surrender to death. Once they die, they don’t ask anything, it’s the easiest thing in the world.”

"You can insult the orphan, but you can't insult the orphan's country or parents," the little prince's dark eyes were as terrifying as bloodthirsty.

"You are a plaything I bought. I scold you in my heart. You have no right to agree, you can only submit to me." Gu Qingzhao's sleeves were windless and fluttering automatically.

"The family feud has not been avenged, the national feud has not been extinguished, and you want to die with all your heart. No wonder you can only be a slave and a plaything. It is a waste of the people of a country to regard you as hope and support you for 15 years," Gu Qingzhao raised his head and said straightly. Looking at the young man's blood-red eyes stained with hatred, he obviously looked up, but he had a condescending air: "I have two stories about mortals to tell you."

The blood in the little prince's eyes did not change. In his opinion, Gu Qingzhao was playing with him no matter what.

Naturally, Gu Qingzhao would not explain, but said slowly: "After Wu's troops captured Yue, the King of Wu took Yue King Gou Jian into the palace to humiliate him at will and made him a slave. He became more loyal and obedient. When King Wu went out, he led the horse. When King Wu was sick, he served him at the bedside. He even served as the horse of King Wu himself, and participated with King Wu in the banquets of the nations he attended when he was king, expressing his willingness to be King Wu. The most loyal servant. The king of Wu was finally moved by his loyalty and decided to let him go back to the country. Gou Jian who returned to the country of Yue did not sleep on high beds and soft pillows, but on dead branches and thorns. He avenged and destroyed Wu and became the overlord of a generation."

Half of the blood in the little prince's eyes faded, and there was a look of thinking in his eyes. He wanted to ask Gu Qingzhao that such a resolute person you mentioned is really a mortal, not a famous monk, but whether the monk is mortal or not, this story is true. It gave him too much shock.

What exactly does the person in front of him want to do, to make himself resist him, struggle, endure humiliation, and then have fun?A truly benevolent person would never come here to spend thousands of dollars.

Gu Qingzhao didn't need the little prince to answer him at all, and started to tell the next story: "Murong Chong is the prince of the Yan Kingdom, who was named the King of Zhongshan, the Great Sima, brave and good at fighting. Later, the Yan Kingdom was destroyed by the Qin Kingdom, and Murong Chong Because she was born beautiful and unparalleled, she and her elder sister became prostitutes together, and they were forced to serve their country-destroying enemy, Emperor Qin." As soon as his voice changed, Murong Zhao turned his head halfway, his eyes slanted across the little prince's whole body, as if he was evaluating something. item, "If you were you, what would you do?"

"Cutting off its root, blasting its head," without any hesitation, the little prince spat out these six words coldly.

"Haha," Gu Qingzhao raised his head and laughed, and said in a playful tone, "You may not be able to succeed if you cut off the roots and explode the head, but even if you succeed, you will be decapitated the next moment. Most stupid act!"

"Murong Chong was favored by Emperor Qin for three years in the Efang Palace. He entered the palace on the twelfth and was appointed as the prefect of a city when he left the palace on the [-]th." When Gu Qingzhao said these things, his voice was misty, and it was as if he could not hear from the sky. It is true, as if he is just an old god with a mortal heart, who comes here to enlighten a stubborn junior, and he will withdraw and leave the next moment, "Murong Chong, who became the prefect, worked hard to strengthen himself, and gathered all the forces, Raise an army of [-] troops, take down the capital of the Qin Kingdom, and kill your enemies with your hands."

"You..." Gu Qingzhao pondered slightly, and stroked the Suzaku totem behind the little prince, "Could this Suzaku be an embellishment on the painting? Such an ignorant, cowardly and stupid person is actually a descendant of Suzaku?"

The little prince was never stupid, if he was stupid, he would not persist until today, let Langya Cave help him, and finally had to give up and use the art of instigating souls, but he has only lived for 20 years.

In the first 15 years, he was the proud son of heaven, the honor of being under one person and above ten thousand people. Once the country was destroyed, he became a person who fled everywhere and could not see the sun. Later, he was caught by Langya Cave and wanted to train him to be it. A master is a slave to a slave.

His thinking and mentality are inevitably extreme.

The blood in the little prince's eyes dispersed, and finally his pupils became clear, and there was finally a glimmer of light in those deep black pupils, a glimmer of vitality, an emotion called hope for the future.

Gu Qingzhao thought how beautiful such a pair of beautiful eyes would be when they were as bright as stars. Thinking this way, he pressed his finger on the young man's slender neck and rubbed it back and forth: "The shopkeeper of Langya Cave told me that every slave's back neck will be engraved Put the character of slave, infiltrate into the blood with the spell, and finally brand the slave on the soul. In this way, the life and death of the slave are under the control of the master. Once he escapes, others will send him to the fairyland Ya Nei, send it back to the master." Gu Qingzhao pressed his fingers together on the young man's lips, "You don't have to say, I know you are not afraid of death, but in Langya Cave, you should know that there are many tortures in this world that are more terrible than death. , torture your soul, break your arrogance, smash your dignity and shame in front of everyone..."

"Let's make a deal." After discussing people back and forth for so long, Gu Qingzhao, like a seasoned fisherman, finally threw out the bait that the fish most wanted.

There will be transactions between equal people, only between the superior and the inferior, I give you, I order you.And those who are trained as slaves must submit to the will of the master. Everything about me belongs to the master, because the needs of the master have the meaning of my existence.

Gu Qingzhao was just an outlaw who bought him, a shameful person who came to Langya Cave to trade.

But even so, the young people in the deep abyss had to hold on to the vine that Gu Qingzhao dropped, even if the vine was covered with thorns, even if the one squatting outside the abyss was a half-starved Yue's tiger, he also had to hold on tight.

"I won't imprint you as a slave. If you follow me for a thousand years, I will let you go free." Gu Qingzhao is confident that even a hundred years, let alone a thousand years, he can make this person follow him submissively. The voice said ambiguous words: "You have to warm my bed."

The young man's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Gu Qingzhao said impatiently: "If you don't agree, I'll sell you back to Langya Cave. Presumably Langya Cave will be happy to find another master for you. You are a prisoner, no, you are a slave and plaything, you are not qualified to choose The third way."

"I'll count to three. If you agree, we will submit the blood contract. If not, I will sell you back immediately."

"three two……"

"Wait!" The little prince said anxiously, "I have doubts."

"One," Gu Qingzhao acted as if he hadn't heard it, and without giving the prey any chance to struggle, he made a final decision: "How are you doing?"