Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 550
Everyone was stunned to watch Xuan Luo rushing into the huge sea of ​​flames, and the huge flames "teared—" submerged her and Fen Tuan's bodies. For a moment, the night was terribly silent!
But the next moment, their eyes widened again, because they saw a human-like thing thrown out of the fire, and then...

Then they watched with even more unbelievable eyes the moon-white figure hugging a woman and flying out of the fire with the silver light under his feet. Those terrible tongues of flames met him and dispersed as if they had encountered a natural enemy. Make way for him.

The fire illuminated the man who appeared like a god, his face was cold, and the emotion in his eyes was so terrifying that no one dared to make a sound.

And he was holding the woman's hand, and he seemed to be holding a ball of blackened thing that was burned, and the thing squirmed, um, it was alive.

The fire was very fast, and it would spread to the entrance of the Tumo Pagoda in a short while, only to hear him say coldly: "Leave here immediately."

Long Yi came back to his senses, and quickly carried the burned and dying Su Xiao who was thrown on the ground on his back, and said: "Let's go!"

Xuan Luo was choked by the smoke and passed out, but her expression was satisfied, because at the moment when she thought she was going to die in the sea of ​​flames, she saw him...
Even though there were shock, anger, helplessness, worry, and all kinds of complicated emotions in his eyes, he came back after all.

After coming out of the secret passage in the Tumo Pagoda, there was still a fight at the exit, and the smell of blood permeated the entire sky, forming a vivid combination with another piece of sky that was burned red.

The blood and fire tonight will be tomorrow's monstrous hatred!
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Donglin Kingdom.

Royal Palace.

Ling Aotian wore a royal robe, with his hands behind his back, standing at the highest point of the palace, looking at the night of Dongling Kingdom, his deep eyes were dark and dark, his upright face was not like Huangfu Yao's evildoer, Junchen was handsome and gentle, Feng Unintentionally elegant and elegant, Jiang Han's gentleness and elegance are like Xue Yingchen's, full of a kind of coldness and righteousness honed over the years.

He was standing here at the moment, with his head slightly raised, as if he was waiting for something.

"Are you waiting for me?" Behind him came an evil and cold voice.

Ling Aotian was startled, turned around, and saw a figure standing on the huge dragon's head at the high rock of the palace, he was wearing a black silk cloak, the clothes inside were mysterious and dark black, as if blending into the night, more It makes people feel that he is the master of this boundless night.

"Yes, I'm waiting for you." Ling Aotian's voice was mellow and serious, he raised his eyes slowly, just in time to meet his gaze.

I saw that person standing there quietly, with deep eyes, as if he had absorbed the clouds, moon, jade beads and glass crystals in this world, and seemed to have merged with the light of the stars in the night, the mystery of the quiet night, his eyes seemed cold and cold. Heat, seemingly sentient or ruthless, flowing and generating waves.

Looking at such a pair of eyes, his heart unconsciously wants to surrender.

This is not servility, but a kind of coercion and admiration from the soul.

In those eyes, the world is filled, and it is also filled with the world's boundless blood and conspiracy, full of arrogance that looks down on the world, and benevolence and righteousness that benefit the people of the world.

Such contradictory eyes.

"The guardians of the Fourteen Territories back then, only you, the Ling family, did not participate in the struggle for the throne, so I can tolerate you." Huangfu Yao looked down at Ling Aotian below, and said word by word.

Ling Aotian's eyes were slightly startled, yes, this day has finally come.

"Then, should I call you the Emperor of the Black Obsidian Empire, or... the legacy of Emperor Dacheng?" Although Ling Aotian was overwhelmed by Huangfu Yao's aura, he still stood up straight. He was serious. He looked at Huangfu Yao intently, as if waiting for his answer.

The corners of Huangfu Yao's mouth were slightly curved, he was such a courageous person, he indeed had the qualifications to be the person he wanted to subdue with all his heart.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Yao's tone was no longer so cold.

"What do you think?" He asked back, but the moment Ling Aotian frowned, he changed his tone, "I am Dayan's Duke Ding, Huangfu Yao."

Ling Aotian's face turned pale instantly, "You..."

"You just need to remember this point. For the rest, you don't need to ask too much. When the time comes, I will naturally send someone to look for you."

After saying that, Huangfu Yao turned around, as if he had entered the land of no one, he came to the Dongling Imperial Palace, and also left the Dongling Imperial Palace.

Ling Aotian stood on the spot, motionless, but his eyes were full of puzzlement, doubt, and deep uneasiness.

What Huangfu Yao said just now was to take the initiative to give the world to Dayan's little emperor?

He is the legacy of Emperor Dacheng Wu, how could he hand over the world so easily?So many years of dormancy and keeping a low profile, so many years of planning and arrangement, is it really going to be cheaper?

But why?
He didn't understand, but he knew that before the time came, Huangfu Yao would never let him understand!

Seeing the direction where Huangfu Yao was leaving, he suddenly called out his shadow guard, "Go to the temple outside the city immediately, and secretly check who is staying there tonight. Remember, don't let anyone find out, otherwise it will be my I can't keep you either."

The wind passed without a trace, only the man's evil voice remained in his mind.

And in the temple of Dongling Kingdom, in the innermost courtyard, there lived a wounded woman. The woman never showed up, but there was a little black thing that always sneaked into the kitchen and ate it secretly. , will leave a few burnt hairs.

Feng Wu and Lie Yan stood guard at the door, they looked at each other, and said in unison: "Go!"

Swallow Die, who had just arrived, saw the hesitation expressions of the two, so she couldn't help but stepped forward, took the soup from Feng Wu, and said, "Let me go, although this is Dongling Country, I don't know if Feng Wuqing and people from Fufeng Country Did you catch up, Miss is inconvenient now, you should go and see how those things are being handled."

Feng Wu nodded, without changing her face, said: "I'll go to find Mr. Wuxin, and see if he has the whereabouts of the patriarch and the others."

"Well, then I'll go find Duke Ding, he must know a lot of things." Lie Yan said.

Swallow Die sighed softly, pushed the door open and entered the room.

After more than ten days of recuperation, and Huangfu Yao sent people to send a steady stream of all kinds of strange medicines, her internal injuries are almost healed, as for the external injuries...

That's why she didn't let Huangfu Yao visit her recently.

"Miss, it's time to drink the medicine." Feng Die went in and saw Xuan Luo staring at her shoulders and fair neck in the mirror. The hand holding the medicine paused slightly for the ugly scars that appeared, then suppressed the sadness in his eyes, put the medicine on the table, and walked over to help Xuan Luo comb his hair.

"Miss, don't look at it. When the wound is no longer red and swollen, you can use the bottle of scar removal liquid that the Duke sent. These wounds will definitely get better."

Xuan Luo didn't speak, just looked at the scars in the mirror, and the corners of his eyes were slightly sour.

What she cared about was not only the scar, but also the fire that almost destroyed him, herself, and the entire Feng family.

"Feng Die, isn't Feng Wu already here? Why didn't I see her?" Xuan Luo asked suddenly.

Phoenix Die hesitated for a moment, then said: "She came with Lie Yan, presumably because she knew Miss was seriously injured, but she was not around, so she didn't dare to see Miss."

"Come here with Lie Yan?" Xuan Luo raised his eyebrows, "I remember, she fell into the sea, and later..."

"Master Wuxin asked her to go back first, so..."

"Okay, I get it. I won't blame these things, but you tell her, it's best not to cause me any trouble at this juncture, I... hate trouble." Xuan Luo said lightly, But it was because of this light tone that fear appeared in Savior Die's eyes.

"The servant knows."

She thought that the matter of Feng Wu and Lie Yan must have been known by the young lady, and now that it is an eventful time, the young lady does not want Feng Wu and Lie Yan to ruin things because of the relationship between the two.

After Feng Die combed Xuan Luo's hair, she suddenly asked: "What about him?"

"Mr. Dingguo went out and said he wanted to meet an important person."

"Well, I got it, help me out for a walk." Xuan Luo got up, Feng Die quickly helped her up, "Miss, be careful."

During the fire, she smoked a lot of cigarettes, so that she was always coughing now. Although she was gradually getting better, Feng Die still gave Xuan Luo a coat to wear when she went out.

The temple of Tanglin Kingdom was built more than 600 years ago to commemorate the glory of the guardian. Although it is magnificent, it is not luxurious. Most importantly, it is located between a mountain and a river outside the capital of Tanglin Kingdom.

The river was guided through the temple. On the back of the temple's backyard, there was a small hillside with repaired stone stairs. On both sides were lush trees. There were few flowers, but the greenery remained undiminished.

Now it was sunset time, Feng Die carefully supported Xuan Luo to let her go up the hillside step by step, she wanted to persuade her, but Xuan Luo swallowed all her persuasion back in her stomach after saying a word.

"I want to stand on a high ground and see those clansmen," she said.

Those tribesmen she spoke of were naturally those tribesmen who were not rescued and died in the sea of ​​flames.

Speaking of those clansmen, Feng Die's mood became even heavier. The two of them didn't speak a word during the journey. The quiet atmosphere, against the backdrop of the setting sun, was vaguely desolate.

She couldn't blame anyone for not saving those clansmen from the fire.

Su Xiao has been lying in bed for more than ten days because of this, and he still hasn't woken up. Could it be him?

Huangfu Yao arranged all the precise escape routes, but he was still stopped by the hidden dead soldiers of Fufeng Kingdom. Could it be him?

Feng Wuxin encountered such a thing just after taking over the affairs of the clan. He had tried his best to send all the clansmen away, but...
Do you want to blame him too?

No, she blamed no one but herself.

If she was strong enough, decisive enough, and ruthless enough, Feng Wuqing's plan would not be so quick and decisive.

Xuan Luo sat on a piece of green grass on the top of the hill, looking at the bloody sunset, what still appeared in his eyes were the shrill screams, those flames stained with countless blood.

She was just sitting there, and Savior Die had been watching her not far away.

She knew that Miss was really hurt this time. A strong person like her watched so many people being burned to death in front of her eyes, saw Grandpa Feng Mu die before her eyes, and saw Master Feng Rui With those hideous scars and so many heart-wrenching pains, it's no wonder she is like this.

But she knew that as long as she gave the young lady time, she would definitely cheer up!must!
The night fell gently and softly, with a faint lingering wind, brushing against Xuanluo's skin little by little, she stared at the river down the mountain that flows through the temple, pure and clear, quiet and peaceful.

The night breeze was gentle, and the flying flowers were scattered. On such a beautiful night, she could only pay homage to the dead and those innocent clansmen by herself.

She shivered suddenly, suddenly felt that the night was too cold and lonely.

Suddenly someone approached slowly behind him, Xuan Luo didn't speak, because she had already smelled the unique Clivia on his body, and only heard him softly said: "Luo Luo, cry if you want to cry."

His voice was soft and gentle, not like the usual evil charm and arrogance, but with the mellowness and heaviness in the wind and frost of life, with the pain that felt the same as hers, like a crack in jade.

He sat down gently and hugged her from behind. His warm embrace gave her strength that she couldn't find.

He hugged her and turned around, gently held her cheeks, looked straight into her eyes, and said, "Cry out. Don't be so strong in front of me. I will accompany you in all the wind and rain. You are not alone. "

Xuan Luo really threw herself into Huangfu Yao's arms, her tears flowed like a waterfall as if she didn't want money, soaking his luxurious brocade clothes, it was the first time she cried so embarrassingly, she shed tears, snot and the blood flowing from the bottom of her heart, They all ruthlessly rubbed against Huangfu Yao's chest, every drop of tears was so silent, but every drop also burned deeply into his chest, down to the bottom of his heart.

After a long time, she finally cried and said, "I should have prepared earlier."

"It's really unbearable to bear such grief."

"Sometimes I even think, what if I'm not Taba Rui? What if I'm not Xuan Luo? I'm nobody, wouldn't it be better?"

"If I never came here..."

She was crying, and suddenly found that Huangfu Yao's body was trembling, she couldn't help but stop quickly, if she had never been here... how could she meet him?
After crying for a while, the grief in Xuan Luo's heart seemed to be washed away by the clear river water, revealing a little bit of pure hope and light. She pulled Huangfu Yao's clothes that were wet from her own crying, and whispered: "If you don't come back, I will I really took the child to find you."

Huangfu Yao's heart suddenly ached, he hugged her tightly, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you bring your child to look for me?"

He couldn't imagine that if he came back later, would he really lose her?
A strong person like her would foolishly rush into the flames just to find him...
A person who cherishes life like her would choose to die with him at the last moment...
Her mission, her full of ambitions, and all her concerns were all condensed at the last moment into the figure who rushed into the sea of ​​flames regardless of her own safety...

After hearing Huangfu Yao's words, Xuan Luo cried again: "If there is a next time..."

Huangfu Yao's hands tightened slightly, and his deep pupils deepened again, and no one could see clearly what the emotions were in them, only knowing that one more look would lead to loss of sanity.

"I won't die!"

Those five words were the heaviest promise he made to her in this life, and it was also a promise that he would never break.

Xuan Luo was stunned, raised his tearful eyes, and stared closely at Huangfu Yao, with such a serious and heavy expression, he blinked his eyes, and continued to stare at him.

Then she foolishly raised Huangfu Yao's sleeve, foolishly wiped away the tears on his face, then stretched out her hand to rub his face foolishly, and then murmured contentedly: "So it's not a dream."

Her murmur caused blue veins to appear on Huangfu Yao's forehead. He lowered his head and stared at her closely with dangerous eyes.

Forget it, she has been attacked by endless pressure and grief recently, and was injured again. When she suddenly heard such an important promise, how could she not think it was a dream?
In order to reassure her completely, Huangfu Yao put his forehead against hers, their noses touched together, his warm breath was right in front of her, and a sentence that was heavier than the world flowed out from the lingering close proximity Promise: "I will not die!"

Xuan Luo blinked, the long eyelashes almost swept across his face, he silently looked at her, waiting for her to recover.

"Pull the hook." Xuan Luo suddenly pushed Huangfu Yao away, then foolishly stretched out her right little finger, and looked at Huangfu Yao seriously.

Huangfu Yao froze for a moment, then stretched out his little finger helplessly and pamperingly, pulled the hook, and stamped.

He held her and their child in his arms, sitting on the grass in the early summer night, watching the moon quietly, feeling the wind quietly. People seem to be waiting for their fate.

The night wind was a bit cold, and Xuan Luo curled up in Huangfu Yao's arms like a child. The faint scent of his body seemed to be stronger in the cold wind. She squinted her eyes and inhaled, feeling very comfortable.

The thousands of melancholy and grief in my heart were comforted by this fragrance.

At the foot of the mountain, a distant bell suddenly sounded from the temple, Xuan Luo stretched out his hand to grab Huangfu Yao's hand in a daze, which one he seemed to have guessed her movement, and directly reached out to hold her The cold little hand asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Xuan Luo shook his head in a daze, "It's not cold."

"Hungry?" he asked again.

Xuan Luo was even more confused when asked, "Why am I hungry?"

Suddenly, Huangfu Yao felt that Xuan Luo had changed, like a child who hadn't been exposed to the world.

"It's neither cold nor hungry, so what are you going to do?" Huangfu Yao's teasing voice came from the top of his head, Xuan Luo was stunned, and replied naturally: "Kiss you."

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could react to what she said, someone lifted her chin, and then... her cool and moist lips fell down.

The slightest lingering, deep love, she is willing to indulge in it forever, even if this addiction, will never be reborn!

(End of this chapter)