The villain is too evil

Yan Ling looked down at the sunlight in front of her feet, and didn't take a step forward for a long time.

After staying in a dark place for a long time, in the bottom of my heart, I long for light and resist it.

It has been 11 years, heh, that lunatic has shut himself up for 11 years.

Now that lunatic doesn't know what kind of secret person he is. He once forced him to die or let him go, but he couldn't get any results. This morning, he received the order of restraint and chopped off the iron that binds his heart and soul. chain.

Yan Ling let out a long sigh, his face was abnormally white, he hadn't seen the sun all year round, his lips were slightly purple, not red at all; Look at the whole body, only this eye-catching color.

He subconsciously wiped his lips, wiped a faint smile, and stepped into the sunlight.

Once you come out this time, you will never go back again. The darkness and coldness in the dungeon will be buried with the dead souls.

Yan Ling didn't look back, even though the shackles still felt cold on his ankles and wrists, he wanted to escape from this cage completely, escape from that lunatic.

-

Twenty-six years ago, Yan Ling accompanied his father to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Nangong Mansion's ascension to the throne. That day was not only a catastrophe for Nangong Mansion, but also a catastrophe that he could never imagine.

That person used the most indecent trick on him—drinking drugs, and it was useless for him to resist at all. The confusion was carried away, and he fell into the abyss for 11 years without thinking about this resistance.

In fact, at the beginning, that person didn't do anything to him, he used everything he wanted to eat, drink, and guards to keep him safe.Yan Ling didn't let go of his guard until the man told him that his name——

Splash tea.

His name is not as good as Lei Guan'er, but the force behind him is the Tu Tianjiao who disturbs the common people.

When she saw the weird pattern on the side of his neck, Yan Ling knew that this person was not from the right place, not so bright, not so evil, because the way that person looked at him was also full of evil spirits that wanted to eat people.

This person flattered him for a month, saying he liked him over and over again like a maniac.Yan Ling originally wanted to soften the water for a while, maybe this person would forget it when he got hot, but he should have known earlier that when this person's eyes full of tyrannical possessiveness were locked on him, he would not even think about running away.

Yan Ling pursued the principle of the separation of good and evil that Yan Gu had instilled in her heart since she was a child, and was indifferent to the overtures of splashing tea, and even made a move more than once or twice.

Resisting once or twice can be regarded as a kitten scratching an itch, but many times it touches the back scale of splashing tea.

In a rage, Pocha imprisoned him in the darkest and most humid dungeon of Tu Tianjiao, and this level lasted for 11 years.

In 11, someone delivered meals every day, neither hungry nor cold, except that no one spoke, Yan Ling's eyes almost shrank, and he almost had a nervous breakdown. ridicule.

Routine two questions every day: Have you thought about it?Come with me?

And as long as it was the sound of splashing tea, Yan Ling would not answer him, and refused him with a firm attitude from behind.

It is not an exaggeration to say that splashing tea is a lunatic, Yan Ling's life in the dungeon is worse than death.

Although his spiritual power has not been crippled, the evil circle drawn by Pocha has limited his range of activities, and he can't go anywhere. During his daily dark groping, occasionally he will be ruined by Pocha.

All the things that should be done and shouldn't be done between them, they have done all the tea splashing, and doubled their ruthlessness, every time they hurt Yan Ling's vitality, they lost it to him without complaining.It seems that he is the only one in the whole world who can harm Yan Ling, and he is the only one who can redeem him.

Pocha occasionally came to hug him to sleep when he was in a better mood. There was no bed in the dungeon, no decent pillow, he didn't care, and even used it as a pillow for Yan Ling, stretching out his arms for him to sleep on.

When he becomes gentle, he will gently kiss the tip of Yan Ling's nose, wrap him in his arms, and tell him interesting things outside like coaxing a child.

But most of the time Yan Ling didn't want to hear it, because to him his voice was just the ringing of fear.

Once in the middle, tea was poured to undo the shackles of Yan Ling's hands and feet, and he was no longer restrained.He blew on the red marks on his wrist distressedly, and he also wore a plaster for the wound as a sign of something.

Apply a layer carefully, hold his hand to dry, lest he move around and rub the ointment on his clothes and waste it.

During that time, Pocha was very patient and soft-spoken, as if he had changed his nature and opened his mind, and found that his tough pursuit offensive was not good enough, so he asked for advice from an expert, and then he became so good.

During the period, Yan Ling said that he wanted to leave more than once, and he was not annoyed, so he persuaded him not to think too much, just stay by his side obediently, and he will enjoy a lifetime of blessings.

But Yan Ling still couldn't help but want to leave, this was not the place he expected at all.

Just one delusion to escape, but was caught by the splash of tea, and the end was extremely miserable.

The splashed tea strangled his neck, and his hands were dead, his eyes were wide open, wishing to burn a hole in his body.

"Why can't you be obedient, why can't you stay by my side? How did I treat you badly?!"

He questioned Yan Ling, seeing his star-filled eyes dimmed and his face darkened, he relaxed a little, but he still didn't let go.

Yan Ling couldn't hold anything in his eyes, and he couldn't pretend to be afraid, he said intermittently: "From the day you... trapped me, you should have thought that I would run away... You should have thought that every day, as long as possible, I will try my best... Don't think about imprisoning me like this..."

Pocha's chest was full of anger that was about to erupt, and even the face that was thinking in his eyes couldn't suppress the anger that was about to erupt.

"I treat you so well, you just want to go?"

He pointed at the shackles that he had just untied a few days ago: "I don't tie you up anymore, so you treat me like this?"

Yan Ling squeezed the gap to inhale, and said indifferently: "Your kindness to others is endless coercion? Have you ever thought that I don't like you at all!"

It was you who forcibly took me away, it was you who had been wishful thinking all this time, it was you who insulted and trampled on me but whispered in my ears that this is love...

Tell it, no one will believe it.

"I want to treat you better. You didn't give me a chance and let you out. You just wanted to escape, stay by my side, and watch me for a while. Is it so difficult?"

Yan Ling: "Differences in Taoism do not conspire with each other, Yan Gu and Tu Tianjiao will never be at odds with each other. This is an immutable fact."

At that moment, Pocha seemed to give up. He had never felt love since he was a child, and thought that it was extremely noble to impose everything on others. Others had no chance to get it. He was willing to give it, but no one wanted it.

The man he liked fell in love with him at first sight with his soul-absorbing eyes, but just because the outside world was not in harmony with the righteous way, he firmly denied himself and denied all his sacrifices.

His tone softened for a moment: "But if you follow my will, there won't be so many troubles, Yan Ling, why do you care about the opinions of the outside world, can you see how I am?"

What Pocha thinks is giving, and you have to accept it if you give it. He has no malice, he is just a person who doesn’t know how to express his love in a better and softer way, but clumsy for the first time. There is such a big loophole in liking, and he still doesn't understand that love is so complicated.

Yan Ling once gave an answer to the connection between the two. He believed that the direction of the heart must be consensual, not a symbolic acceptance and acceptance.

It's not that he didn't try to like splashing tea, he didn't care about the background, he just thought about whether he could accept this person, and tried to grasp the feeling of consensuality.

He said to Pocha that I want to go out for a walk and look at your yard.

That time, Pocha was in a fit of anger, he didn't understand the deep meaning at all, he just thought that he was going to leave again, so he tortured him ruthlessly, insulting him verbally and physically, playing with Yan Ling's self-righteousness in wanting to touch love over and over again.

Just as he was about to take that step, his leg was severely knocked off by the splash of tea.

For many days to come, when Pocha was not crazy, he said nice things to him; every time his heart softened and wanted to understand this man, Pocha tortured him like crazy, hiding him in the dark and keeping him alive. The mercies trampled to pieces.

Yan Ling smiled bitterly: "Look here, there is darkness everywhere, what can I see?"

Why can't Pocha put himself in a position where he can look at him, his eyes reflect each other, whether he stands side by side or bears the world's sins on his body to protect each other, he has a try.

Yan Ling had the idea of ​​approaching the splashing tea many times, but was pushed away fiercely and was injured all over.

The unpleasant conversation ended with Pocha shaking his hands and leaving. After serving for two months, Pocha didn't come to see him. Yan Ling was still lonely, with his back to the door and everything.

Pocha wants Yan Ling to calm down and stop thinking about running away. Although he didn't visit Yan Ling openly in the past two months, the 60-odd days was too long, and he couldn't help but sneak up on the back against the wall. Take a look.

Later, Yan Ling was stubborn in his eyes, and Pocha forgot about the confrontation two months ago, what to do, and forced to give as always.

-

One night, Yan Ling smelled the smell of splashing tea in his sleep, approached him, put his arms around his shoulders, exhaled heavily, and then fell into the darkness groggyly.

Yan Ling sensed something was wrong, rolled out of his arms, and looked at him with the moonlight above her head down.

After sniffing carefully, he found that there was a faint smell of blood on the splashed tea. The first reaction in Yan Ling's mind was that he was injured, but the second reaction surprised him. He actually gave birth to wanting to heal him idea.

Yan Ling fell into an endless loop of entanglement, and later convinced himself that he chose to treat his wounds only to repay his favor, and did not want to owe him.

The tea-pouring spirit array has restrictions on the spiritual power of movement, so it is simply not possible to fully absorb it. Without the wanton squandering, the spiritual power injected into his chest by Yan Ling can only diffuse in bit by bit. The process is long and consumes his internal energy extremely.

In the middle of the night, Pocha's injury healed, and he noticed the changes in the spiritual power around him. He thought Yan Ling was about to run away, so he hit Yan Ling's shoulder with this palm.

Yan Ling suffered from pain and rolled over in embarrassment. Before he could adjust himself, the hand that was pinching his neck fell on his upper body when he poured tea.

"You want to escape again? Don't you!"

Yan Ling's ears hurt from his angry questioning, and his heart tightened suddenly, an inexplicable pain rose from the bottom of his heart, irritating his throat so that he could not make a sound.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Pocha thought she had guessed right, so she pinched his neck even harder, and the pain poured out of her mouth.

"I almost lost my life today. Those hypocrites outside are clamoring every day to wipe out Tutianjiao. They do all kinds of bad things. We don't know! I still think about you, I don't want to entangle with them, I want to come and see you, You just want to sleep peacefully, and you want to take the opportunity to leave?! You really can't make people feel at ease all the time!"

Yan Ling was so pinched that he couldn't speak, clasped his hand, and said with difficulty: "Let... let go."

His eyes turned red when he splashed the tea, and he was extremely angry in his heart. In addition to being angry, he regained a sliver of rationality. Seeing that Yan Ling, who he had pinched, blushed, he let go of his hand suddenly, and sat slumped on the spot.

He couldn't say a word, but felt heartache, and felt that seeing Yan Ling every day was also a kind of torture to himself.

He murmured: "Isn't it better to be obedient? Don't think about running away. I feel sad."

Yan Ling suppressed his unreasonable anger when he heard this sentence, but he couldn't speak softly. He stroked his neck, turned over to face him, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

The foreign body sensation in the neck was very strong. He said he was going to sleep, but he was so sore that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

-

The two of them got along in this way, splashing tea and stepping on him into the mud, Yan Ling crawled out of the mud by himself, patted his clothes, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

He started not to fight against Pocha, except for particularly excessive demands, he would not refuse Pocha's shameless and unreasonable ones.

Having lived together peacefully for No. 11 years, Pocha found out with his conscience and finally released Yan Ling from the darkness.

After so many years, Yan Ling still doesn't dare to speculate on the intention of splashing tea. Even if he lets himself out, he won't take any precautionary measures. It will take some time before he wants to leave.

It was the attendant who let him out, and he didn't know where Pocha was.Yan Ling looked at the strange land, walked through the strange woods, the strange buildings, met the strange people, and smelled the strange fragrance of flowers.

But this time, Yan Ling probably had a premonition that the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the world was just his last memorial to bid farewell to the mortal world.

"There is a loophole in Tu Tianshan's outer spirit net. I can't find a suitable corpse right now. Your birthday is just right..." Pocha said and finally fell silent, telling Yan Ling that Tu Tian would use his body and soul to fill the gap in the spirit net. Vulnerability incident is a cruel thing, whether you say it or not can't change the final outcome.

Yan Ling was stunned for a while, then said: "How can I release me with good intentions, it turns out that the time limit has expired."

Pocha suddenly raised his head to stare at Yan Ling's eyes and said: "No, it's just two souls and six souls, not..." He paused, and then said: "Anyway, I still have one soul and one soul, I..."

Yan Ling didn't finish listening to him, and interrupted: "What am I? What do you think you can do with your soul? Absorbed in the mahogany sword, is it a medium for the warlocks to catch monsters?"

If you die, you can't live, even if you keep this soul by force, it will no longer be the same.

Pocha gritted his teeth, hugged him suddenly, put his lips close to his ear and said: "No, there are two days left, I will go find you, you hide in my room, don't run around, there is an enchantment there, they can't get in Go, wait for me to come back."

Yan Ling was stunned by his embrace, and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.He said bluntly, "You want to lock me up again?"

He poured tea and rubbed his neck, and said softly: "Don't think about going back, just hide here for two days, and I'll be back soon." He thought Yan Ling was in a hurry to return to Yan Valley, but as soon as he got out of Tutian Mountain, When the spiritual net touches the psychic rope, Tu Tian's disciples will find out that when they return from pouring tea, they will see the small patch of the spiritual net.

But fate likes to play tricks on people, and Pocha didn't come back on the fourth day. On the fifth day, when Yan Ling was escorted by Tutian Cultists to kneel in front of the four leaders, he saw Pocha hypocritically speaking for him.

"It's agreed that only one soul and one soul will be smoked. I have already collected six souls and six souls. It's okay not to smoke them all."

For the sake of the safety of the teaching, the four leaders won the hearts of the people, so there is no need to worry about him as the leader. Anyway, all they say is for the good of Tu Tianjiao and the congregation.

At the last parting, Yan Ling misunderstood Pocha. He thought that the reason why Pocha refused to let him go was because he was still useful to Tu Tianjiao. He was not precious, but an item that could be used at any time.

The body was frightened for 36 minutes, and the soul-shaving nails hit every node of the spiritual vein.Yan Ling watched her soul being stripped soberly, and felt the pain of cramps soberly.

Pocha was controlled by Tu Tian's sorcery, unable to move at the same place, and could only watch helplessly, watching him gradually disappearing in front of him.

Why can't I be cruel and hate Pocha?Yan Ling couldn't figure it out. After 11 years of suffering, she didn't hold the stars in her heart for a moment to pray. She wanted to leave here, to leave this lunatic, but in the end, seeing his eyes filled with tears, she moved her heart a little. .

He suddenly wanted to give himself a chance. Although he couldn't experience it himself in the end, he hoped that someone could replace him, try and love someone.

Yan Ling did not know where the strength came from, and the blood flowed backwards. She used her spiritual power to force out the nine soul-shaving nails in her body, stole one soul and one soul from them, and used a section of her spine to pay for this weak soul. Supported a body.

Yan Ling wanted to tell him to be nice to this reshaped Yan Ling, don't force her, don't slap a candy again.But thousands of words came together in his mouth, and he yelled at the pouring tea——

"From now on, you look at my face every day, but you can't love the person you want to love. I haven't liked you for a moment."

But I have wanted to accept you many times.

The author has something to say: A couple who abuse their hearts with blood

forced love

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