"Ye Chen, do you have the mark of that slave?" There was a faint smile in her eyes.
Ye Chen froze, holding the candlelight behind him, and a long shadow fell, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.
About half a cup of tea had passed, but it seemed like a century had passed for him. Then, he slowly replied: "Yes."
"Where?" Her voice was half joking and half smiling.
"On the right side of the back of the neck." His body became stiffer, and even his tone showed a hint of trembling.
"Sit on the chair." Her smile deepened, and her deep phoenix eyes did not miss any of his expressions. He was actually panicked, which was good.
Ye Chen trembled slightly, turned sideways and sat down on the chair next to him.
The candlelight fell on the side of his face, still unable to illuminate his cold eyes, but instead illuminated his gloomy expression more clearly.
"Ye Chen, are you afraid of pain?" Qiongying walked up behind him and asked somewhat mysteriously.
"Not afraid." Ye Chen replied in a low voice.
Qiongying frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with his answer: "It's more painful than the blood lotus seeds I ate in Xiyuan that time, aren't you afraid?"
"Not afraid." Ye Chen shook his head and said very calmly.
Maybe there was nothing that could scare him. He knew that maybe she was angry, but even so, he still answered truthfully.
"Very good, great. It's on the right side of the nape of the neck, right?" Her tone was gentle and cold at the same time, and her slightly cold fingertips darted through the hair on the nape of his neck.
Ye Chen's mood, which had just relaxed slightly, became stiff again at this moment.
He didn't know what she was going to do, but her fingers were colder than ice, and her fingertips were more biting than ice, revealing his ugliest side.
Qiongying gently held the black hair behind him and moved it to the left, revealing the slave mark on the right side of his neck.
It is particularly obvious under the candlelight that the deep ravine was probably carved with an iron block that was burned until it turned red.
No matter how many years pass, this mark will never fade away.
"Don't move." Her voice was cold and bewitching, and she held an extremely sharp ice crystal in her little hand.
Ye Chen didn't move. He felt something sharp scratching the right side of his neck, causing slight pain.
This is not painful to him, and it feels a little cool.
The ice was soaked with blood and dyed ice red.
About half an hour later, Qiongying scratched his fingertips with his nails, and a drop of blood overflowed from his fingertips, slowly condensed, and then fell.
There was a slight dripping sound, and a drop of blood fell on the mark on the back of his neck. It melted away quickly, and the scar slowly healed.
After a while, the brand disappeared, and the skin became smooth and smooth, leaving only traces of being stabbed by ice. They were blood-red scratches that lingered on the skin like blood threads, outlining an ultimate pattern.
Ye Chen's heart trembled slightly. If he felt correctly, the drop that fell on his skin was blood. At this moment, even the slight pain in the back of his neck disappeared, but something more painful was wrapped around him.
Qiongying curled her lips slightly, quite satisfied with her masterpiece. The blood lotus seeds that had not yet been absorbed remained in her blood, which was tepid and just right for healing injuries.
"Ye Chen, what scares you?"
"...Ye Chen doesn't know." He hesitated for a moment, then replied in confusion.
"I don't know?" Qiongying chuckled. Not knowing is better than nothing. She doesn't like people without weaknesses.
The moon was in the sky, and the fog in the mountains and forests at night was particularly hazy.
The plain clothes were slightly raised, and the dome shadow walked away in the moonlight.