bdsm-fiction Chapter 323 Master
Chapter 323 Master
Chen Yin was slightly stunned when he heard this, then a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said: "It seems that I have no secrets in front of you!"
As she spoke, black silk threads condensed from her right hand and tied Chen Yue tightly to the chair, making him unable to move.
However, despite being tightly bound, Chen Yue did not show any panic or fear, but appeared unusually calm and composed. His eyes were as calm as water, looking directly at Chen Yin, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said lightly: "You should take a good look at yourself first."
As Chen Yue's voice fell, an invisible force suddenly erupted, and the originally illusory scene cracked like a mirror, revealing the real scene.
"Oh, so it was an illusion? It seems like I was exposed from the very beginning!" Looking at his bound body, Chen Yin did not show any surprise or annoyance, but became excited instead.
Chen Yue smiled slightly, a hint of confidence flashed in his eyes, and said: "Indeed, because you usually don't call me by my name directly."
There was a sense of calmness in his smile, as if everything was under his control. He shook his head gently and continued, "However, you came here this time not just to test my vigilance, right? Tell me, what is your real purpose?"
"Okay, since you are so direct, I won't beat around the bush. I avoided everyone and came to you alone because I do have a question for you." Chen Yin put away his playful expression, and his eyes became deep and complex, like an abyss of water with no bottom.
"Yue, tell me, why did you create me in the first place? What is the meaning of my existence? And what is the relationship between us?"
"Finally, please tell me, what does my face represent?"
Chen Yin's voice was low and powerful, and every word carried a heavy weight that could not be ignored.
When Chen Yue heard this, his eyes flashed with an imperceptible fluctuation, and then he regained his composure. He slowly stood up and walked to the window, with his back to Chen Yin, looking at the bright sky outside the window, as if looking for the right words. The room fell into a brief silence, and only the occasional sound of wind outside the window broke the tranquility.
"Yin, you seem to have made a mistake. I am the master! Do you think that no matter what you want to ask, others have to answer your questions?" Chen Yue said in a calm tone, but there was an unquestionable majesty in it.
However, Chen Yue's words did not carry the expected harshness or indifference, but instead revealed a subtle tenderness and helplessness. He turned around and looked at Chen Yin again, his deep eyes seemed to contain countless unsolved mysteries.
"But considering that we have been together for so many years, I decided to tell you some of my thoughts at the time."
"But I won't answer all your questions, so you'd better not get your hopes up."
"Your existence cannot be simply summarized as manufacturing or creation. When I created you, I did have a clear purpose - to create a fellow creature of my kind, to create a fellow creature who could confide in me."
"But as time goes by, you are no longer just an experiment or a substitute, but have become an indispensable part of my life."
"As for the relationship between us..." Chen Yue paused slightly, his eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.
"The relationship between us has long surpassed the boundaries of simple creator and created. You, Chen Yue (Yin), are the most precious companion I unexpectedly gained in my lonely exploration of the mysteries of life."
"You are my first creation that I have spent countless days and nights to build. It is also my most successful creation. At the same time, you also have part of my soul and part of my memory, so you are me, not you, and this is the relationship between us."
"You are not only my creation, my alter ego, but also my weapon. It's as simple as that."
Chen Yue's words flowed like a clear spring in the quiet room. Every word and every sentence was like a carefully crafted work of art, falling heavily yet gently into Chen Yin's heart.
Chen Yin's eyes flashed with surprise, and then they were mixed with deep emotion and confusion. She tried hard to understand this sudden emotional impact, but words seemed unable to fully express the complex feelings in her heart.
"Weapons?" Chen Yin muttered to himself, trying to find the right words to describe his feelings at the moment. However, any words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
"So, you need me too?" Her voice trembled with disbelief, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.
Chen Yue sighed softly, as if he could see through the subtle ripples in Chen Yin's heart. He slowly approached and gently placed his hands on Chen Yin's shoulders, with just the right amount of strength, neither too intimate nor too distant. This touch conveyed an indescribable comfort and affirmation.
"Yes, Chen Yin, I need you too." Chen Yue's eyes were firm and sincere, and his voice was full of sincerity and trust.
"I...I understand, Chen...No, Master." Chen Yin lowered her head, as if she had figured something out, or as if she had lost something. But at this moment, the bright light in her eyes was slowly disappearing.
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"So, you haven't fully resurrected yet?" Looking at the black and white pupils and the cracked face of Hu Zhaigong, a complex emotion surged in his heart. This feeling is hard to describe, as if there are thousands of emotions intertwined.
No matter what, the death of Huzaigong was not unrelated to her. After all, she had experienced many things with her, and now she was standing here in good health, which made her feel extremely guilty.
"I will die in a month, and then you won't be able to see me anymore." Hu Zhaigong said calmly, as if she had already accepted her fate. There was no sadness or regret in her voice, but a hint of teasing and ease.
"Ah, you sisters are really something. No matter who is the god, it's always so troublesome!" The Son of God nodded in agreement. In front of these three people, she had no dignity at all. It was already good enough to be a hand warmer.
Ying Ting also felt a little embarrassed. No matter whether it was the former or current followers of the God of Thunder, they all seemed to be burning brain cells for their own gods.