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

abyss?

Where is that?

I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.

Thinking about it, she asked out loud: "Which plane is the Abyss? I don't think I've heard of it."

Xuan Cheng's eyes were dim, and he put down the book in his hand, as if he had the intention to tease her.

He couldn't help but move closer. A cold breath came over him, carrying a sense of oppression that belonged only to men. The burning breath fell along with the cold words: "The darkest, most gloomy place."

Bai Zitu shuddered all over and felt a chill running up his spine.

She unconsciously leaned back and created some distance, but still felt that the gaze on her was extremely oppressive.

The little goddess looked up, but found that Xuan Cheng had already withdrawn his gaze, looking obedient.

She couldn't help but feel a little curious. That look just now...

Is it my own illusion?

The little goddess shook her head, as if trying to change the subject. She quickly pulled out the Water Moon Mirror and asked, "Is there a place called the Abyss in these three thousand planes?"

Seeing her staring intently at the small mirror in her hand, he couldn't help but sneer, "Your Highness, is this the mirror you rely on to understand the world?"

The little goddess paused, raised her head and explained seriously, "This mirror is not an ordinary mirror. It is the Water Moon Mirror left by the ancient gods. It can see any place and any scene in the three thousand planes."

"Really?"

Looking at Xuan Cheng's faint voice, he seemed to be unconvinced.

The little goddess pulled Xuan Cheng's sleeve.

Xuan Cheng's eyes darkened, but he still obeyed and let her pull his sleeve and pull him over.

The little goddess waved her hand, and in an instant, the surface of the Water Moon Mirror seemed to be covered by a layer of mist.

Then, the clouds gradually dissipated, and the scene of a bustling and bustling human market appeared clearly before our eyes.

The market was crowded with people, and the sounds of shouting and laughter were intertwined, one after another, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

The little goddess's expression shifted, a hint of yearning surfaced. She pointed her slender finger at the scene in the water-moon mirror and said, "Look, this is a human market. It's bustling and bustling. It's very soothing just looking at it."

Xuan Cheng's face was indifferent, his eyelashes were lowered, and he was unmoved.

Seeing this, the little goddess raised her eyebrows and waved her hand gently again, and the picture in the mirror changed instantly.

This time, a quiet water town in the south of the Yangtze River is presented, with green tiles and white walls built in an orderly manner along the river. The river flows gently, rippling the waves. Small boats pass by slowly. The boatman at the bow hums a tuneless little tune, and the fisherwoman at the stern is skillfully mending the fishing nets.

"Look here, Xuancheng. This is the Jiangnan water town. The water is gentle and the wind is soft. The people live and work in peace and contentment. Their lives are filled with leisurely poetry."

The little goddess turned her head and looked at Xuan Cheng with sparkling eyes, as if she wanted to get Xuan Cheng's affirmation.

Xuan Cheng sneered silently, with a faint light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, the little goddess also became unwilling to admit defeat!

She just didn't believe it. There was no way she could get Xuan Cheng to affirm her today!

Thinking of this, she drew a circle in the air with her jade hand, and the picture in the Shuiyue Mirror changed again.

What comes into view is a vast grassland, lush green, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Herds of cattle and sheep are grazing and strolling leisurely on the grassland. The white flocks of sheep are like clouds from the sky that have accidentally drifted down to the earth, contrasting with the green grass and looking very beautiful.

"And this grassland, Xuancheng, look at it! I can't even imagine how comfortable and happy it is to live here. It's so free and unrestrained, with the natural world as my companions, and the cattle and sheep as my friends every day. How pleasant!"

Xuan Cheng turned his head to look, and saw that the little goddess became more and more excited as she spoke, and her fair cheeks turned slightly red.

The light in the hall seemed to take shape, shining on her, quiet and sacred.

He suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore. If the little goddess knew the true face of the people in this world, if she knew that everything she came into contact with was just what those people wanted her to know, then...

What will her choice be?

Will she still be the goddess sitting high on the altar, or will she fall completely into the mud like herself?

As he thought about it, his whole body was shaking, and madness was revealed from the bottom of his heart.

After waiting for a long time without receiving any response, Bai Zitu tilted his head to look, but saw that although Xuan Cheng's eyes were filled with the glow of the night pearl in the hall, it seemed that it could not shine into his eyes.

A deep, hoarse voice came: "Your Highness, you should know that what you see is only the tip of the iceberg... This is what the real world looks like."

The little goddess caught this subtle change and was about to say something.

But Xuan Cheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the Shuiyue Mirror. At this moment, the picture in the mirror suddenly distorted, and a thick black mist rushed in from all directions, quickly swallowing up the peaceful scenes.

Sharp roars came from the depths of the fog, hurting people's eardrums, as if something terrifying was about to break out of the fog.

The little goddess turned pale with fear, and subconsciously stood up and took a few steps back, dropping the Water Moon Mirror in her hand...

Leng Bai's bony hand caught the fallen Shuiyue Mirror, and his other slender and powerful arm wrapped around the little goddess' slender waist, preventing her from retreating.

"What is that?" The little goddess turned her head and saw a large area of ​​white. She looked up and found that she was nestled in Xuan Cheng's arms.

The two were very close, only a few inches apart.

Only then did the little goddess feel as if something was restraining her waist, and the scorching temperature made her breathing a little disordered.

Just as she was about to struggle and speak, she heard a voice from above her head: "Your Highness, do you want to know what that is?"

Xuan Cheng's hoarse voice sounded, and the docile look he had just had faded away. Only his dark and obscure eyes held her tightly, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, climbing up around her slender waist in circles until it circled her long neck, waiting for an opportunity to strangle her to death, cold and terrifying.

"I..." Bai Zitu's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes dodged.

Her intuition told her that all this might overturn her cognition, but she...

"What is it?"

Xuan Cheng's lips curled up into a subtle arc, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

He slightly tightened his arms around Bai Zitu's waist. The scorching heat contrasted sharply with the coldness emanating from his body, making Bai Zitu even more uneasy.

"Your Highness wants to know, and I will naturally satisfy you."

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand and lightly stroked the Shuiyue Mirror with his finger. Ripples appeared on the picture in the mirror and the scene switched to a dark corner of the market.

I saw a few skinny little beggars huddled against the wall, their eyes empty and desperate, with a few copper coins scattered in the shabby bowls in front of them. They seemed like two different worlds compared to the bustling city not far away.

Xuan Cheng's eyes were dim, and he moved the Shuiyue Mirror in his hand closer to Bai Zitu so that she could see those pitiful and miserable people clearly.

"Your Highness, you see the bustling market life on earth, but behind that bustle, countless homeless beggars hide in the streets and alleys. They wear ragged clothes, starve to death, shiver in the cold wind, and even kneel down to beg for a bite of food, their dignity trampled upon."

Bai Zitu's heart suddenly tightened, her eyes filled with pity and shock. She subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to refute, but her throat seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't make a sound.

Xuan Cheng slowly leaned over, holding the person in his arms, and gently rested his chin on the thin and round shoulders of the little goddess. It was obviously extremely charming, but it made people feel a chill on their backs for no reason.

"Your Highness, do you think this is the limit? Look at how these filthy and pathetic people hurt each other."

As Xuan Cheng finished speaking, the picture in the Shuiyue Mirror changed again.