The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

The Nanliang Emperor's residence suddenly became chaotic, and there was no peace.

And at this moment, King Qin's residence.

The demon dao, who was exuding an astonishing aura all over his body, gathered his strength and attacked King Qin.

aggressive.

The coercion and spiritual power that rushed to his face locked Chu Zhiyu in place.

Can't move at all.

Her eyes were tearing open, "Your Majesty—"

Zi Sang Yunyang was injured by the trap array set up by the insidious demon Taoist. Seeing this, he immediately cast a spell to protect King Qin.

There was some stagnation in the action.

And Yaodao shot very fast, but in an instant.

King Qin is in danger!

Chu Zhiyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and her animal form emerged. She tried hard to overcome her natural oppression, but her lips were bitten so bloodless.

The sharp teeth pierced the lips, and the blood drops tremblingly.

In the nick of time.

A petite and inconspicuous figure suddenly rose from the ground and jumped into the air. Before anyone could react, he stood in front of King Qin.

"The hill!"

Qin Sheng was swept away by the aftermath, he spat out blood with a puff, and the moment he flew upside down, he hugged Xiaoshan who jumped out tightly into his arms.

But the petite figure was silent for an instant.

Limp in Qin Sheng's arms.

"The hill!"

It was the first time that Zisang Yunyang showed such a panic-stricken expression, his eyes were red, and sacred lines appeared on his face.

The lines were gradually replaced by blood.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of Yaodao who had exhausted all his strength and was full of unwilling eyes, "Go to hell!"

"Uh woo, how...how is it possible..."

He couldn't believe it.

How could a mere white rabbit be able to block his fatal blow!
The last hope was shattered, and he didn't want to hope.

Ke Zisang Yunyang exerted force, and the props on Yaodao's face shattered, revealing the weird and fuzzy facial features inside.

He also swallowed his breath.

Totally dead.

……

The high priest is gone.

Without the slightest warning.

He disappeared in Luyuan City with Xiao Shan's body.

But Qin Wang was so guilty that he trapped himself in the house without going out, drinking to relieve his sorrow.

Chu Zhiyu pushed open the door, and could smell the strong smell of alcohol inside.

The smoke made people's nose numb, and Chu Zhiyu coughed out of choking.

She raised her sleeves to cover her nose, and carefully walked around the wine jug that was randomly thrown on the ground.

"roll--"

The hoarse and deep voice, which was rough as if scratching on sandpaper, made Chu Zhiyu deterred.

She has a meal.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, "Talk to my concubine."

There was no movement inside.

Chu Zhiyu lifted the curtain.

Then he saw King Qin sitting alone on the footrest under the bed, with his back leaning against the bed.

His black hair was loose, covering his drooping cheeks.

It's hard to see his expression clearly.

The collar was opened wantonly, revealing the thin and skinny collarbone and pale chest.

His slender fingers pinched the jug and lifted it up, and the clear liquid dripped from the corner of his lips.

Along the slender neck, it dripped onto the chest and flowed with the trend.

Decadent and extravagant.

Like a pure white flower blooming on decaying bones, mourning for death.

Pale and depressed.

Lifeless but with another amazing beauty.

He sat on the ground with a big horse and a golden knife, and his long legs had nowhere to rest.

In the dimly lit room, the drooping face vaguely reveals a sharp and handsome profile.

He threw his head back and swallowed.

The protruding Adam's apple rolls.

"He is the mountain god of the Ming Tombs on Fangshan Mountain. He forcibly changed his form to save me, and shared the curse and injuries for me..."

Qin Sheng looked sad.

"I owe him a lot. I wanted him to stay away from me and safely follow Yunyang, but I didn't want him to come from the capital to block me..."

The shock and sadness could not be concealed in his cold and indifferent eyes, and he actually choked up tears.

Tears fell into the black hair without a trace.