Emperor will kill

Chapter 33 The Beloved
It was already late at night, but there were still noisy sounds from the prison deep in the imperial city.

The sound of the collision of iron cables was mixed with the low growl of wild beasts. If you listen carefully, it is the roar of a tiger.

It was tied up by Wuhuada, lying down on the ground, staring at the person in front of him unwillingly, spat out a mouthful of blood and said viciously:

"Damn humans dare to use such intrigue—ah——!!!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was wounded by the rope that turned into thorns.

The person reflected in its black pupils is clear and cold, dressed in black Chinese clothes, with white hair like snow, like a fairy walking out of the dark night.

Several streaks of black mist wrapped around its body suddenly, and then turned into thorny brambles, wrapping around its limbs.

The person in its pupils, with a calm expression, stared at it, raised his hand, and then—

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

After a few sounds, the thorn bar suddenly turned into mist again and melted into its body.

"cough--"

The white tiger spat out another mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground due to exhaustion, panting, staring at the person in front of him.

The bright red blood at the corner of the mouth is like a coquettish flower blooming in the dark, and against its snow-white fur, it has a very strange beauty.

Seeing it twitching all over, with only one breath left, Feng Shizun raised his hand and pointed at the center of its brow.

"Obey me. Or die!"

The white tiger that collapsed on the ground twitched, but still refused to obey, and still spat out a word with all its strength.

"Don't even think about holding me hostage to command my lord!"

Feng Shizun raised his hand and sneered.

"Humph! Stupid!"

Then, bursts of black mist appeared in his palm.

The mist fluttered leisurely, wrapping it like a gauze, and then - piercing into its skin violently.

The air was suddenly filled with the sweet smell of blood.

The dark red blood mist, like a night elf, floats in the air.

"Roar--"

The white tiger roared in pain, but before the roar disappeared completely, he was hit on the head with a sudden blow, and passed out.

Feng Shizan lowered his eyes, looked down at the people on the ground, and snorted coldly.

Want to commit suicide?

That doesn't work.

Let it live, not because of his generosity and kindness, but because his life is still valuable to him.

If she saw the white tiger who was closest to her by her side, she would never run away no matter what.

Looking at the fainted beast on the ground, his eyes were cold, without any compassion at all.

"Take it down and take care of it."

How dare the left and right people disobey, and immediately dragged the unconscious tigress down.

Feng Shizun looked at their retreating backs with a gloomy expression.

The blood splashed on his face by the tigress was still wet.

Bit by bit, spread out.

Against his strangely pale skin, it looked like big red plum blossoms blooming proudly in the dark.

In the dark night, he looked like a soul-stirring ghost.

Chen Xiangxi.
He closed his eyes, calming down the killing intent surging in his heart.

He knows her weakness best.

That is soft-hearted.

Her heart is too soft to be ruthless to him.

The biggest difference between him and her is that his blood is cold, a bit colder than the ten-thousand-year ice. any mood swings.

And she is different.

What she protects her weaknesses the most, and what she hates most, is seeing her companions get hurt.

If she saw this injured tigress, she would try her best to stay.

he thought, turning around.

Probably because the strength on his body was too compelling, no one dared to get close to him, and could only watch him walk into the darkness by the lake.

Seeing that the night fell silent, everyone dared not vent their anger. Just as they didn't know what to do, a voice suddenly came from the lake.

Intermittent, like weeping like complaining, in the endless long night, there is a kind of desolate beauty.

It's the sound of flute.

I saw him sitting on a stone bench by the lake, facing the calm lake, playing the flute in his hand.

A cold crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the ground was covered with a layer of silvery white light, as if it had been plated with a layer of broken silver.

But between the heaven and the earth, he is another beauty.

The flute sound had not appeared in Xuanming City for three years.

He never said what the voice meant, and no one ever asked.

But they all know what it means.

That's why he was thinking about her.

But whenever he thinks that she is not good enough, he will always sit by the pool and play the flute.

As the king of a country, his travels will always be restricted, so naturally he cannot follow his own wishes.

I can only think of her in this way.

Why?

Because everyone in the palace has seen a scene.

The two of them stood and sat, standing against the weeping willows by the lake, and sitting on a stone bench by the lake.

The standing one is playing the flute, and the sitting one is blowing the guqin.

Under the moonlight, the two figures were stretched very long, and their reflections were on the ground, as if they were lovers getting married.

That scene is really beautiful, and the beauty in this world cannot be accurately described by thousands of words.

All of them, watching them from a distance, held their breath intently, for fear of accidentally alarming the scene.

After closing the song, Feng Shizan raised his head and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Xuanli, who was standing beside him and responsible for protecting him, remained silent and accompanied him.

He suddenly said:

"Xuanli, have you ever had someone you love?"

Xuanli lowered his head.

"The old man is devoted to the country, and dare not have half-heartedness, of course he doesn't."

Feng Shizun covered his chest, and his voice became cold for a moment.

"It's better not to."

His eyes were extremely cold, as if they were blocked by a layer of frost.

It's too easy, when he was unprepared, he backhand stabbed him.

　The hero and the heroine finally meet, it's not easy, it's not easy! ! ! !
　　In about two more sweet chapters, an extremely hard-core strategy article will be released!
　　Once again, there is no Gongdou, there is no Gongdou! ! !

　　How could just three women be involved in Gongdou? ! !

　　There is almost no palace fighting, it is all conspiracy.

　　It's a bit hardcore, so don't be impatient.

　　Also, why no one answered my sister's question?
　　Is there any baby who thought she paid for her sister's article o(╥﹏╥)o
　　It will be on the shelves at the end of the month. Is there any baby who is willing to pay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)