Chapter 72
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Just like how a youth would act coquettishly to his elders, he buried his face in Ye Yunlan's lap and said in a low voice, "Shizun, you don't have to worry about me."
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while. He reached out and touched the puppet mark on Shen Shu's neck. He stroked it again and again without saying a word.
Shen Shu knew that he was angry, so he obediently let him touch him until the other party's movements slowed down and finally stopped.
Shen Shu raised his head and found that the other party was already asleep.
He stood up slowly and looked at the person sleeping under the purple cloud tree.
That person was resting on the stone table. His black hair was spread out, revealing half of his face.
Purple-blue petals fell on his hair. His long eyelashes drooped, giving him an illusion of weakness.
It made people want to hold him in their arms and protect him for the rest of his life.
He remembered that year when Shizun said that if he slept too late, he wouldn't be tall in the future. He acted coquettishly to Shizun, saying that if he was born too tall, he couldn't lean in Shizun's arms anymore.
At that time, Shizun had only knocked on his head and said, "If you meet someone you like in the future, don't tell me you want to stay in the embrace of another girl and have her pamper you and spoil you, instead of you hugging her and protecting her?"
At that time, he really didn't understand. He thought that if he was born too tall, then so be it. As long as he could always be with Shizun, it didn't matter what happened.
But now he understood.
If he liked someone, he wouldn't be willing to hide in that person's arms anymore.
He wanted to hug him and protect him.
He wanted to give him the best things in the world.
He wanted to be indomitable.
— —
Ye Yunlan was in a dream.
The moonlight was bleak. The Demon Palace.
It was the first day after the night of the full moon.
That person disappeared as usual.
His wrists and ankles were chained, and there were purple and ambiguous marks on his neck.
His body seemed to be falling apart. He was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.
He lay limp on the bed and looked at the moon in the distance. He was silent for a long time.
… … He hadn't seen the moon for a long time.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.
"Yunlan."
"I heard that the Demon Lord wants to take you as his wife," the man said softly, his voice as gentle as ever. "I just happened to pass by the Demon Domain, so I came to see you."
In the bleak moonlight, a figure wearing a moon-white Daoist robe gradually condensed.
Chen Weiyuan walked over and held his wrist that was covered with red marks from the chains. He said with pity, "How did you end up like this?"
He said hoarsely, "Don't touch me."
Chen Weiyuan sighed softly, "I know my wife resents me." The other party gently stroked his wrist. "But what you don't know is that I had no choice but to send you to the Devil Palace."
He turned his face away, not wanting to listen to this person's sweet lies. He only said, "Scram."
"Stop throwing a tantrum, okay?" Chen Weiyuan said softly, "Yunlan, as long as you promise to do something for me, there will be no more obstacles between us. You and I will be able to be together for a long, long time …"
A knife was placed in his palm.
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