The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C246: Rule No. 1 in Escaping

Baili Duyue remained silent. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out and touched the delicate golden chain on Sang Feiwan's wrist. He gently tugged on it to confirm its sturdiness. When he found it unyielding, he released it with satisfaction. He let the fine chain, which looked more like a piece of jewelry, slip slowly from his slender fingers—

A chain that even a God-level expert couldn't break, indeed, it was quite sturdy.

Sang Feiwan instinctively sensed the danger. Baili Duyue wouldn’t lock him up without reason. Could it be that he still suspected him of betraying him?

At this thought, Sang Feiwan subconsciously looked at the display screen that popped up from the system, only to see Baili Duyue's current level of blackening: 98%.

98%?!!

Even a blind man couldn't say with a straight face that this blackening degree wasn’t high. He was undoubtedly on the brink of destroying the world!

On the night in the dungeon, Baili Duyue's corruption had surged to 99%. Later, when Qian Jiangyue died, it barely dropped by 1%.

A blackening degree that dropped by only 1% after the death of one's own mother, what kind of concept was this?

Sang Feiwan's heart sank, suddenly feeling that no matter how many lives he had, it wouldn’t be enough. Subconsciously, he looked at Baili Duyue: "My lord..."

"Shh—"

Baili Duyue suddenly raised his hand to his lips, gesturing for him to be silent: "I know what you want to say."

Sang Feiwan stiffened: "......"

Really?

Baili Duyue suddenly smiled, extremely gentle, but with an endless gloom in his eyes. He whispered softly in Sang Feiwan's ear, "How could I bear to keep you imprisoned in the dungeon, surrounded by snakes, insects, rats, and ants all day? The decayed land, how could it compare to the carved beams and painted pillars, and the luxurious food and clothing here?"

After speaking, he bent down slowly, closed his eyes, and kissed Sang Feiwan's forehead. His frost-white hair slid down quietly, his lips were slightly cold, and his breath was equally icy. Although his temperament had changed greatly, his actions were as clumsy and innocent as ever.

A touch and go.

Sang Feiwan felt there must be some misunderstanding here, and if he didn’t explain now, it would be too late: "My feelings for the City Lord have never changed..."

"It doesn't matter," Baili Duyue interrupted, "That doesn't matter anymore."

His slender fingertips landed on Sang Feiwan's wrist, slowly tightening, caressing the cold chain until it was warmed by body temperature. Then he whispered, "This is what matters most."

He didn’t want to think about the feelings of a trapped beast in a cage or whether that trapped beast loved or hated him. He just needed to make sure that the trapped beast would always stay by his side and couldn’t leave.

That's all.

Baili Duyue thought this was a good solution. People are often troubled by love, either going mad and causing trouble, or dying tragically. Even he had been fooled by it before. Why care so much? Just keep the person by your side. Even in death, they shouldn’t be able to leave...

No, even in death, they should turn the bones to ashes, bury them together, and no one can separate them…

Sang Feiwan slowly realized something was amiss. In fact, that night in the dungeon, even though Qian Jiangyue had died, it didn’t resolve the knot in Baili Duyue's heart. On the contrary, he felt that true love in this world is hard to maintain, making his twisted mentality even more difficult to correct.