Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 114

[Chapter 114: On the Prison of Soul Collection]

After coming out of the realm of soul consciousness, the sky turned back to daylight again, the Golden Crow was covered by gray clouds, and it rained.

Soul consciousness wandered around, Yan Yuan worried that there would be a legacy, so he searched the palace several times in the clouds and mist.

The third time she passed the sky above the prison, the soul gathering box in her hand shot out a strong blue light without warning. Yan Yuan’s thoughts turned back from the trance, her eyes fell on the roof tiles below, and her heart tightened instantly.

What a good place can Tian Prison be… Xuanlong was whipped and tortured here, and he used an iron chain to penetrate the pipa bone. After giving birth to a child, he exhausted the power of his soul and died. He walked in such a tragic way. What obsession remains here?

It’s not an obsession… that’s a nightmare.

Yan Yuan, who has been wiped out in the world, can attack Xuanlong with pain, but Yan Yuan, who has recovered her consciousness and has memories of two lives, is absolutely unable to do so.

When the knife fell on Xuanlong, it was doubly cut on his heart. After his rebirth, he has been avoiding himself to think of those things, intentionally or unintentionally.

Because he felt pain just thinking about it.

Many times, there is room for manoeuvre when it is wrong, and some things happen, and there is no room for regret.

Yan Yuan suddenly timidly entered the prison that he had been to countless times. No matter how strong a person was, once they were stabbed in the weak underbelly, it was like a snake being beaten to seven inches and instantly lost the ability to resist.

Xuanlong is his weakness, the heart that should have been protected by him under the rib, and when others touch him, he will go hysterically crazy, but he is so stupid that he can’t even recognize his beloved, he stabs him with a knife. When he was on Xuanlong, he was complacent and thought he would win, but in fact, the tip of the knife was clearly aimed at his heart.

The pain came slowly and slowly, but one day it would come, it would break out, and it would make him unbearable.

Like this moment.

He knew that what existed in that prison was most likely beyond his ability to face, so he still went. Because that was what he had to do, and he was not allowed to be a little timid.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes, pinched a teleportation tactic, and appeared in the cramped cell where Xuanlong was once imprisoned. The originally unstable blue light on the Soul Gathering Box instantly turned into reality, proving that he had come to the right place.

The rain dripped in drippingly from the openings on the top of the head, mixing the dust on the ground into moist muddy water. Xuanlong was imprisoned here for almost the entire winter, but he was unable to survive and left permanently at the end of the winter.

Yan Yuan forced herself to stop thinking about those things, raised her hand to cast a sleep spell to let herself enter the realm of soul consciousness, and a white light rose from between her fingers and drilled into her eyebrows.

The moment the soul was separated from the body, the cold and silent cell became darker in an instant, the dim light of the fire jumped on the walls of the corridor, and there was the sound of whips biting the skin in the distance.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack—!”

One shot is heavier than another, and one shot is harder than one shot.

Aside from the sound of the whipping, there was no other sound. The tortured person seemed to be able to endure it very well. He was beaten like this without shouting, or maybe he had been knocked out, so he could not make a sound.

Yan Yuan’s throat was caught by an invisible giant palm, tightening it tighter and tighter. He listened to the voice, stared into scarlet eyes, held the soul gathering box through the prison door, and took a step towards the execution room at the end of the corridor. , step by step.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound of the skin being ripped apart, and you can vaguely hear the man’s groaning. The iron door of the torture room was slightly open, revealing a crack in the door. Yan Yuan raised her trembling fingertips and pushed the door open, seeing the expected scene.

The man’s hands were tied to the ends of the wooden cross with iron chains, and his long butt-length hair was wet and scattered, blocking his face. Sticking to his body with blood and water, his limbs were emaciated, and his bulging belly was astonishingly large.

The whip slapped his body, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and an unbearable low moan came out of his throat.

Yan Yuan is very familiar with this scene, because the culprit behind all this is himself, knowing that what happened in front of him is not reality, but a nightmare for Xuanlong, he still has difficulty controlling his emotions, he opened his mouth to breathe, thinking To stop them, but only to make a weak, light-like sound like a mosquito’s chirping.

“Stop…”

“Stop…” The

vocal cords were hoarse as if they had been torn apart.

His appearance did not disturb anyone present. The jailer was still whipping Xuanlong’s body with all his might. The crisscrossing bloodstains on Xuanlong’s body became denser and denser. Yan Yuan heard the man with his head drooping muttering something. .

“Don’t… belly punch.” “Don’t…

belly punch.”

“Please…”

So helpless and hopeless.

For a moment, Yan Yuan almost lost his hearing, all the voices in the world disappeared, his throat was sore, his eyes were full of hot tears, staring at the scene in front of him and shaking his head.

“Stop…”

“Stop…”

“I told you to stop, can’t you hear me!!”

He suddenly rushed over, trying to push the jailer who was executing the execution, but passed through the jailer’s body.

Yan Yuan was stunned on the spot – the

jailers couldn’t see him.

This is Xuanlong’s nightmare, everything is illusory, only the master can see him, and the rest, people imagined by Xuanlong, can’t see him.

The man on the torture rack had been beaten into a coma. The jailers hesitated to stop, and hesitantly discussed with their colleagues whether to continue the execution. Yan Yuan roared at them heart-rendingly.

“Enough!!”

“Enough!!!”

“Don’t go on!! Please, don’t go on… let him go, let him go.”

But they couldn’t hear.

Not long after, Yan Yuan saw ‘self’ in a black dragon robe come in from the door with a gloomy face, and ordered someone to bring cold water to wake up the unconscious Xuanlong.

He saw the person who was born with exactly the same face as himself, pinched Xuanlong’s chin and forced Xuanlong to hand in the inner elixir, and kept shouting that the child in Xuanlong’s belly was a bastard. child.

It seems like some kind of gift from God.

Xuanlong’s inner elixir has long been gone, and he can’t give it. He is stubborn. After he has given everything, he is hurt to such an extent by his sweetheart. If he kills him, he will not give in for his own good.

So ‘self’ got angry, and the storm surged in his dazed eyes, silently stalemate with the man on the rack, unwilling to give in at all.

That was the former Yan Yuan. Yan Yuan knew better than anyone what he wanted to do. He rushed up like crazy, and slammed the emperor’s chest with divine power in his palm.

“Go away!!”

The powerful wave of divine power that could have destroyed this prison disappeared in mid-air the moment it was struck.

This is Xuanlong’s nightmare. His divine power cannot be used here and cannot save him.

Strangely, even Xuanlong, who should have seen him, didn’t notice him coming.

Yan Yuan had never felt so powerless before. He cried bitterly and stepped forward, waving his sleeves repeatedly towards the emperor’s body, trying to smash his body.

“Go away!!”

“Go away!!!”

“Don’t do that to him, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!!—” It

didn’t do any good.

He was like a madman angry at the air.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Drag it back and gouge out his heart.” A

cold voice sounded in the torture chamber.

That’s what ‘Yan Yuan’ said.

Yan Yuan’s legs softened and she knelt to the ground. He raised his hand to grab the hem of ‘Yan Yuan”s black dragon robe

.

“Please…”

He cried so miserably. After begging ‘Yan Yuan’, he crawled over to beg the jailer, but no one listened to him. Probably just like the Xuanlong once, no matter how painful and uncomfortable he was, No one listened to him.

The iron chain holding his wrist was loosened from the wooden frame, and Xuanlong fell to the ground. He lay on the ground as if he was dead, and there was no movement at all. The

two followed’ Yan The guards in front of the imperial guard who came here grabbed Xuanlong’s wrists from left to right, dragged him back to the cell like a dead object, and threw him on the straw pile.

There was hardly a single spot on Xuanlong’s body, and his prison clothes were torn. In many places, the blood quickly dyed the straw under him wet red, and one of the imperial guards pulled out a dagger from his boots and ripped open Xuanlong’s shirt.

His heart had just been pulled out of scales, and the injury was not healed . , coupled with the

whipping , the wound looked terrible, the tender flesh was missing its skin, and it was exposed to the air naked, bleeding. He stopped for a moment in the inch, and his colleagues urged him, and he fell.

Yan Yuan has never hoped for a god to appear in the world, because he himself is the supreme god in the nine layers of heaven, and he is in charge of thousands of heavenly gods. He seems to be able to Do whatever he wants, wanton himself, but at this moment he can’t even stop Xuanlong’s nightmare.

He watched helplessly as the guard in front of him stabbed the dagger down. The tip of the knife drew a circle along the mouth of Xuanlong’s heart, and he plucked out a piece of heart the size of a slap, and blood flowed through the silver-white blade.

“Uh…” The

unconscious man obviously felt a lot of pain, his blood-stained hands unconsciously clenched into the straw under him, his green eyes opened blankly, and he looked up at the sky without focus.

The guard in front of the palace put the meat in the wooden box prepared in advance, and left Xuanlong and left the prison. Soon, the guard in front of the palace heard the sound of returning to ‘Yan Yuan’.

Xuanlong woke up for a while with his eyes open, and then fell asleep again. He lay motionless on the damp haystack, he didn’t have the strength to turn over, and there was no one to cover him with a quilt.

However, he suffered such a serious injury, it hurts when touched, and it is probably uncomfortable even if he is covered with a quilt.

Yan Yuan cried hoarsely. After the people outside left, when he touched Xuanlong’s face, he suddenly found that he could touch him.

It may be because the nightmare has come to an end, and people from the outside world can communicate with soul consciousness.

Yan Yuan didn’t have time to think about it, grabbed Xuanlong’s hand, no matter the hand was stained with dirt and blood, she put it on her cheek, he looked at Xuanlong’s pale face, tears like rain.

“Apo…”

“Wake up…”

“I’ll take you home… After I get home, the pain will be gone.”

“It won’t hurt in the future…”

[End of This Chapter]