When Lin Zhuo was able to move his body again, he had already been locked in a huge cage by the white-haired man. Judging from the furnishings in the room, Lin Zhuo guessed that he should be in his bedroom.
If the cage wasn't made of copper, I would have thought it was a golden cage hiding a dragon.
But why not gold? Lin Zhuo said he would give him a bad review! How could a god be so stingy? A dragon's cage doesn't even use gold, who wouldn't run away?
After Lin Zhuo finished complaining, he reached out to touch the cage's bars, trying to break them with magic, but the cage didn't respond.
And the moment he touched the magic, dense engravings immediately appeared on the cage, intertwined, twisting and turning.
They were all symbols that Lin Zhuo couldn't understand, but they showed a strong purple-black light that was incomparable to ordinary dirty things, so Lin Zhuo guessed that the cage should be a spell cast by the Dark God himself.
Alright. Lin Zhuo gave up. He was just a weak little dragon now. What bad intentions could he have? Since he couldn't break it, the cage was quite big. Besides, the Dark God didn't abuse the captives. He even prepared bedding for him in the cage.
This situation made Lin Zhuo sigh silently: He is quite nice.
Lin Zhuo calmly placed the pillow and pressed it with his hand to feel it.
Not bad, quite soft.
Then he lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and prepared to have a nap.
Good night world.
Since he really didn't seem to have any defenses and slept very soundly, his sleeping face was also very peaceful, so that the Dark God who pushed the door in was stunned.
He looked at the person in the cage, touched his face in disbelief, and made sure that he had walked into the right room.
Then he looked at Lin Zhuo who was sleeping very soundly, with a puzzled face, how could someone sleep in such a situation? No, why are you sleeping so soundly?
He didn't understand and even wanted to kick him rudely a few times, preferably to wake Lin Zhuo up.
Seeing Lin Zhuo turning over comfortably inside, he couldn't help himself after all, and kicked the bars of the cage with his boots, making a thud.
Then he immediately showed a slightly evil smile, maintaining a good image, waiting for Lin Zhuo to wake up and then discover his existence and be horrified. By the way, he shook his cloak and used it to cover his slightly shaking legs.
Hiss, it hurts!
As a result, when Lin Zhuo heard the sound, he simply buried his head in the quilt, indicating that he could not hear, leaving only his golden hair scattered on the pillow.
Veins popped out on the Dark God's forehead: Look at your own situation, can you please respect me a little?
"Wake up!" The Dark God reached out and slapped the cage, trying to wake Lin Zhuo up.
Lin Zhuo didn't move at all. The Dark God could only stare blankly at the quilt rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
When the Dark God captured him, he imagined that he would cry bitterly and beg for mercy.
He imagined every possible scenario, and he was secretly happy at the time.
But who would have thought that the dragon he captured would actually sleep peacefully? Is this something a real dragon would do?
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