The little rabbit is obedient and is forcibly embraced by the villain

"What?" Bai Zitu's eyes moved slightly, and he asked subconsciously.

The man's narrow eyes inadvertently swept across her round almond-shaped eyes, "I want to know, Your Highness's name."

Bai Zitu was startled, as if he had not expected him to make such a simple request. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "Bai Zitu."

White-spotted Tu.

The man pursed his lips and muttered to himself.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the goddess who was standing quietly in the dim candlelight. She was holy, beautiful, noble and bright.

The wild rice stem is as lively as a rabbit and as delicate and bright as dodder.

"Bai Zitu," he said with an almost inaudible chuckle, "his name really suits him."

For some reason, these three simple words, when spoken by the man, sounded inexplicably charming and affectionate.

It was as if he had chewed her name over and over in his mind thousands of times.

Bai Zitu's heart trembled slightly, his steps became unsteady, and he quickly asked someone to come in and change the medicine.

The man lowered his eyelashes, his expression unclear.

The maids began to work swiftly and skillfully, and the man no longer resisted and let them do as they pleased.

Bai Zitu would steal a glance at him from time to time, and seeing that he looked calm, he felt a little relieved.

A maidservant, with a solemn expression, bowed her head respectfully, "Your Highness, this man is seriously injured, his wounds are bloody and mangled. It's really... How about you please move outside the hall and wait for a while?"

Bai Zitu waved his hand, "No need, you guys handle it."

The fairy maid raised her eyes cautiously and saw that the little goddess looked calm, then she turned back to clean the wound.

Because of the actions just now, the white cloth belts on the man's body were stuck to the wound.

Now that the white cloth belt has been removed, the ugly wounds stained with mud and blood are exposed.

The little goddess's breathing stopped. Now that the bandages were removed, she realized how serious his injuries were.

There were wounds crisscrossing, blood and flesh flying, and hideous centipede-like wounds, yet he had endured it all this time without a sound. What kind of suffering had this man endured...

As if sensing the compassionate look on the little goddess' face, the man on the couch lowered his eyes, hiding the strange and deep feeling beneath them. His voice was so indifferent, as if he was narrating something irrelevant: "Those people want me to take the blame, but I don't want to..."

Bai Zitu's almond-shaped eyes widened as he watched the man casually recount, "They whipped me with barbed whips..."

Of course, they weren't wicked people. They just used a rag soaked in concentrated salt water to wipe my body. They were also afraid that I might seek revenge someday, so they wasted all my spiritual power and severed my meridians..."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Until that person said indifferently: "I am afraid that a broken person will pollute the eyes of Your Highness."

The little goddess came back to her senses, her eyelashes trembling, "Why didn't you resist?"

A sneer of extreme sarcasm was heard.

Bai Zitu subconsciously lowered his head and bumped into a pair of unfathomable black pupils.

The bandage on his face had been removed, revealing a face full of wrinkles and ravines, which was shocking to look at.

Only a cold, white, and thin chin could vaguely reveal the outline of his original face.

"Your Highness, when you are abandoned by the world, you will know..." He paused, his voice hoarse, as if he was suppressing something, "If you want to resist, you will lose more. Physical pain is only the lightest of it."

Ok?

Abandoned by the world?

Why was I abandoned by the world?

The ancient gods created the world, and then gave rise to all living things, allowing them to survive and have something to rely on. How could anyone be abandoned by the world?

The little goddess tilted her head, her almond eyes full of confusion, but she still comforted softly: "Then I will protect you from now on, no one will abandon you."

The man sneered and did not answer.

If he needed to rely on others to survive, he would have been lost in the dark and strange nothingness long ago.

He was born with no one behind him.

The chill spread from the man's body like materialized silk threads, slowly climbing up the backs of everyone in the hall, making them shiver.

The fairy maids who were carefully bandaging his wounds were so frightened that they stopped suddenly and almost dropped the bandages in their hands. They looked at the man in horror and dared not continue.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands came up and patted his head gently, "It's okay, no one will bully you anymore."

A warm touch came from the top of his head. The man's jaw tightened and his whole body trembled. He barely resisted the urge to break the dog-like hand.

He raised his half-lidded eyes and saw a piece of white wrist. He was already thinking about how to break this beautiful hand inch by inch after his divine power was restored...

But fortunately, the slender hand was quickly withdrawn.

He shifted his gaze to that bright little face. Because of the need to treat his wounds, many night pearls were placed in the hall. The faint white light poured down like water, shrouding the little goddess in a soft halo, making her fair skin even more crystal clear than the cold white light.

He had never seen the purest and kindest Bai. In the past, he thought that immortals were a group of hypocritical villains who talked about justice, but he didn't expect that there were exceptions in the world.

Now I really see it...

The corners of his lips curled up in a subtle arc, and he closed his eyes, hiding the darkness flowing in his eyes.

He wanted to know what the little goddess' expression would be if she knew his identity one day.

It's really exciting.

Seeing that the atmosphere had fallen into silence again, Bai Zitu was worried that he would be bored lying alone on the couch, so he took the lead in breaking the silence.

"I don't even know your name yet."

The man raised his eyes. His face was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, revealing only a pair of strange and complex deep eyes.

name?

A being who was born to be abandoned and hated, struggling to survive in this world like a weed, who would give him a name?

Over the years, he has been called a "monster" and a "bastard", and he has become accustomed to these malicious and insulting names.

I never thought about giving myself a name.

He glanced at the dazzling white around him and set his sights on the holy little goddess.

Too white, all too white.

It was so white that it was disgusting and wanted to destroy.

As if to oppose the Bai around him, he curled the corners of his lips and said sarcastically: "Surname Xuan, nameless."

The little goddess was stunned, her almond-shaped eyes drooped innocently, as if she was thinking about something.

mysterious?

That's not black and red.

What a strange last name.

Besides, it doesn’t sound good!

The man on the couch saw the look in the little goddess' eyes.

He looked at it with dark and obscure eyes, as if trying to see what kind of name this extremely dark and unbearable surname could be. He said calmly, "I hope Your Highness will give me a name."

Before the little goddess could speak, a fairy maidservant who was treating his wounds spoke up: "Your Highness, this is inappropriate!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a slight chill crept up on her, frightening her so much that her face turned pale. She felt like something was blocking her throat and she couldn't utter a word.

The little goddess waved her hand indifferently, "There's nothing wrong with that. I was the one who gave you your name."

The person on the couch looked up as if nothing had happened. A dark light flashed across the eyes of the little fairy maid, and then quickly disappeared.

She bowed respectfully, moved her lips, and said yes.

The little goddess held her chin and thought for a while, then as if she had thought of something, she raised her chin and said, "Then Cheng, Xuancheng."