That kind of action was cold and inexplicably ambiguous. The tingling and slight trembling almost made Gu envy that his back was tightened. He wanted to avoid that kind of action, but he could not avoid it. He could only look up, stretch out a beautiful line from his neck to the jaw bone, like an open bow.

"At your disposal."

The outcome has been decided, unable to return to heaven.

He should have accepted it.

But somehow,

When sinking in the general's eyes, the stabbing pain at the bottom of my heart is continuous and strange.

"Today, let's change a way of punishment." the general's eyebrows are fierce and gloomy, and her eyes are deep like the fog from the deep sea. She sneers, mocks and ridicules. She is arrogant, close to her red thin lips, and her breath is cold. There is no temperature. Every word is light and cruel, which makes people surprised: "I'll take care of the general. It's fun."

She folded Gu Jingxian's hands, held them high on her head, and then handcuffed them with metal handcuffs.

When the cold metal feeling caressed his wrist, he trembled. He soon realized what it was. It was shameful to be controlled by others.

Gu Jingxian vaguely realized what ranbai wanted to do. His voice was dumb: "don't do this."

"How am I?" ran Bai asked carelessly. After handcuffing the man, he tore his clothes directly. His action was ambiguous and bad without any temperature.

The cloth made a "stabbing" sound.

There are ambiguous and messy gasps.

The night is like viscous ink. It's a dark place where you can't see your fingers, which makes people afraid.

No one knows the absurd and confused scene.

"Don't you want to go?" the general fell on him. The red clothes were romantic and flirtatious. He pressed Gu Jingxian's legs. His action was not half gentle and cruel. "Go."

The fierce voice was also wrapped with some desire, which made people feel cold from the bottom of their heart. Gu was surprised and envied that his back was straight, and the severe pain swept from his legs was familiar and turbulent. He had not had such pain for a long time. He was forcibly crushed to almost numb, and sensitively involved every nerve. His face was white to no blood color, cold sweat dripped from his side face, and his hands were handcuffed to death, Because the struggle will also make the sound of metal chain shaking, the inside of the thin and cold wrist has been ground red, and the fingers desperately want to grasp something, tight and unable to hang down.

He looked up at the narrow field of vision, his eyes were empty and absent-minded, without any focus, his thin lips under the bridge of his nose were almost bleeding, and he swallowed the choking in his throat.

"If you can climb out of this door for me today, I'll let you go."

"Can you go, Gu Jingxian?"

When the light voice fell on his ear, Gu Jingxian never felt so sober that he really belonged to someone, booty.

Completely unable to struggle, without any strength, let people do whatever they want.

Some kind of pleasure growing in physiology is mixed with violent and turbulent pain contradictions. When the eyelashes drop, those eyes are damp and wet, and gradually become lax. In the vague and gloomy, he doesn't know what he said. His thin lips vibrate gently one by one, revealing snow-white teeth, and sending out a hoarse and weak whisper: "narrative white..."

The pain is about to die.

"Endure." dyed white paused for a moment, and then the action became more and more cruel without half convergence. Her tone was cold to the extreme: "is it the only way you can remember the lesson, huh?"

Gu Jingxian's thin lips were slightly open and closed, as if he understood that the general would not let him go and didn't speak again.

"Shout out." ranbai pinched his chin, squeezed his fingertips directly into his teeth, and gave an order like a command.

Gu Jingxian struggled to close his eyes.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling through the streets, and a few residual stars were scattered in the night sky, struggling to emit a weak light, like being abandoned by the moon, and the world fell into silence.

Low pharyngeal sound and image begging for mercy.

The end of the eye is as red as tears.

"Gu Jingxian. Your life and death belong to me."

From that day on,

Wei Ning never saw Gu Jingxian again. She asked xiaran Bai in some wonder, "my Lord, why can't you see your servant."

When asked this sentence, Wei Ning felt the temperature around her cool.

"He's ill." the general said carelessly, "I don't want to come out."

"Oh."

Wen Qing's face turned pale when she heard that conversation upstairs.

Gu Jingxian didn't leave. What happened

He dare not think.

How ruthless the general is.

Even he can't protect himself now.

Dyed white for a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his dark vision bumped into Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's heart jumped and he felt cold all over.

Ranbai often leaves the inn every day and goes to a house. That's where she bought it. It's a cage, which belongs to Gu Jingxian.

There was no one in the house except a few servants responsible for cleaning, and the main Pavilion ordered that no one should go in and out.

The whole house presents a kind of dead silence. It is not contaminated with the temperature of early spring. On the contrary, it seems that late autumn has passed, and all the Yin and cold are embedded in the bones.

Every time ranbai goes, she opens the door and can see her Gu Jingxian.

He leaned on the bed half quietly, with a metal chain on his right wrist. He was thin and cold against that wrist. He had worn out deep red marks, and his range of activities was limited to that bed. His clothes were thin and his side face was indifferent.

The once favored son of heaven is now her canary.

The general chuckled, walked over, poured a glass of water to Gu Jingxian, and then put it on his lips.

Gu Jingxian's eyebrows and eyes were cold and light, faded all the colors, like a pale picture of beauty. After dyeing white, he didn't respond. He didn't say anything. He bowed his eyes obediently, drank the glass of water, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. It was a quiet solitude.

Dye Bai didn't care. She hooked his chin and kissed him. When her eyes fell, she could see the half hidden clavicle under the blue shirt and the faintly exposed red mark, which was particularly ambiguous.

Gu Jingxian didn't speak, so ranbai forced him to gasp.

"General Gu, if only he had been so obedient all the time." she looked at him with water mist, which could be deceived by others.

Gu Jingxian's eyes are narrow and long. They are single eyelids. They always look pale and sharp. At the moment, he stares at her because he doesn't speak for a long time and has a hoarse voice: "do you like me?"

"Finally willing to speak." caught off guard to hear such a question, ran Bai narrowed her eyes and asked, "is it important?"

Gu's eyelashes trembled and said to himself, "I don't like you."

I don't know whether I'm talking to ranbai or emphasizing it to myself.

"Everyone knows that I hate you."

Yeah.

Everyone knows.