Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan seemed to have traveled through time and space again.

Her whole consciousness was rising and falling, and her eyes seemed to be following the eyes of the second young master, first falling on the pair of crystal-white jade feet.

They were really a pair of beautiful bare feet with even flesh and bones, perfect lines, as if they were carved by heaven.

The second young master suffered endless pain, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on these jade feet, he couldn't help but become infinitely obsessed.

Those perfect jade feet landed lightly on a scarlet carpet.Then, the pair of jade feet reached down from a high position and gently lifted the second young master's chin.

"Poor little boy..."

A lazy and gentle voice sounded, as if it was fished out of spring water. The female voice was lazy, but it also contained a slight sneer and a smile: "Little poor child, look at this miserable appearance, it's so miserable." It’s unbearable to watch.”

The second young master was forced to raise his head, his eyes moved upward, and then he saw a face that was as ingenious as heaven!

It's really incomparably gorgeous and magnificent. It's too vulgar to say it's full of flowers, but it's too bland to compare it to the breeze and the bright moon...

The woman's face was pure and beautiful, beautiful and soft, soft and charming. It was so beautiful that it seemed like it could be used as a weapon.

At this moment, the weapon hit the second young master directly. Even though he was still so young, he seemed to have understood what innocent obsession was.

He raised his head and looked embarrassed, listening to the woman's soft laughter, but he just said infatuatedly: "If the mother and concubine are happy, I will not suffer. If the mother and concubine takes pity on the child, she will give the child two more days to serve the mother and concubine in the palace. Bar."

……

Song Ciwan was originally immersed in the misery and pity of the second young master. Inexplicably, she had made countless excuses to excuse him, and even had the idea of ​​killing him...

Fortunately, at this moment, the Second Young Master's words shattered all her vacillations into pieces.

The scene just now contained too much information.

Song Ciwan felt as if she had eaten a shocking thing!
It's a pity that the melon was not completely eaten, and the picture just now was like a river bed that has lost water, cracking in all directions in an instant.

The screen disappeared, and Song Ciwan was unable to see the follow-up.

But it doesn't matter, this picture can't be seen completely. Soon, more scattered pictures will spin around.

In the dark tunnel, there was a small figure squirming and climbing.

He has been crawling for a long time, but he can't climb out of this endless maze.

There is nothing in the maze, no food, no light, no direction, no other people, and no weird and scary monsters.

There is only a quiet sound of water, ticking in this directionless dark world...

Tick!
Tick!
What was that feeling like?

It is a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world and going crazy anytime and anywhere.

The peaceful and distant sound of the water, one after another, may at first sound like it can make people feel peaceful. However, if anyone listens to it for a long time or endlessly, he will definitely go crazy.

Especially in this maze world with no direction, no light, and seemingly no end.

Song Ciwan had already gradually lost her sympathy for the second young master. After all, the melon she just ate was a bit too exciting. She ate it so hard all of a sudden that she only remembered the shock of eating the melon, but how could she remember to ask for it? Do you continue to sympathize with the second young master?
In a place that Song Ciwan hadn't noticed, the dark spots on the inner demon seed in her sea of ​​consciousness, the emerald green demon seed, began to show signs of fading.

But this dilution immediately stopped the moment this dark, labyrinth world appeared.

In reality, the invisible contest between Song Ciwan and the Second Young Master continues.In the unpredictable world of inner demons, Song Ciwan seemed to have experienced the pain of the second young master again and felt his hatred and despair.

Tick!
Tick!
The terrifying sound of water lasted for an unknown period of time, but when the Second Young Master's limbs were worn out, his headache was splitting, and he was in so much pain that he could no longer remain silent, so he started crying, roaring, shouting, and begging for mercy——

"Concubine, save the child!"

"Concubine, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again, I am not a human being, I am your little mouse!"

"Concubine, let me out. I will never be a human again. I am just a mouse. Let me go, let me go..."

At this moment, the gentle female voice sounded again.

The woman smiled softly, gently and with a knife: "Good boy, since you are a mouse, how can you be afraid of the darkness?"

"The good mouse will crawl out on its own, and the good mouse can dig holes. Do you think so?"

In the dark maze, the second young master's limbs were stained with blood and his body was covered in ulcers.

He raised his head, followed the voice, and said mechanically: "Yes...that's exactly it. The good mouse can dig its own hole. I can get out, mother concubine, I can get out!"

As he spoke, he felt inexplicably happy.

Then Song Ciwan saw that his body began to undergo obvious changes while lying on the ground.

His head became pointed, his body grew hairy, a long and thin tail grew under his tailbone, his limbs turned into rat claws, and his two front teeth protruded in front of his pointed mouth.Soon, he turned into a black mouse as big as a palm!

The black mouse moved out its limbs and dug into the soil quickly.

Whoosh whoosh!
He brought the nature of the species to its extreme, and before long, he drilled a deep hole in the dark maze.

The big hole went straight up, and I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time, maybe just a short while, or more like a blink of an eye, the black mouse digging the hole dug through the entire maze!
The black mouse jumped out along the passage.

In front of him, in the brightest place, appeared an extremely beautiful hibiscus face.

The black mouse seemed to have met the closest relative in the world. With a swish, he jumped into the man's open white palms.

Holding up the little black mouse in her white palms, the woman praised gently: "What a good boy, you really did it!"

The black mouse fell intoxicated on the woman's warm and fragrant palm, rubbed her delicate palm with its small head, squeaked and uttered human words, and begged happily: "Mother, my child has done it, please My mother and concubine have mercy on you."

Song Ciwan: ...

There is always an indescribable urge to blurt out, which seems to be: holding grass...a kind of grass.

The picture was broken again, and Song Ciwan, who had eaten strange big melons one after another, felt that his brain capacity was not enough.

This world is too strange and there are always some things that normal people cannot understand.

Song Ciwan, who was immersed in the world of inner demons, still didn't notice that after this scene, the dark spots in her sea of ​​consciousness faded again.

Regarding those broken scenes, she gradually changed from an immersive experience to a spectator experience.

Countless strange scenes were still coming like snowflakes. The more Song Ciwan looked at them, the more "grass" she accumulated. Eventually, she even lost the "grass" and was left speechless.