He and It

Even if Yan Huan closes his five senses, his heart and soul will still writhe and cry in the pain of all people. He huddled on the dragon's back, his back arched like a bleak and fragile bridge. In the past few days, he had vomited more than once, and every time he almost shook his entrails out of his mouth.

Sitting thousands of miles away, Shengzong had already keenly figured out the outsider's character. He knew that Liu Fuguang cared, so he made full use of this care. He almost put two paths in front of the intruder and asked Liu Fuguang to choose.

——Should we waste time and effort to be the first to save the thousands of living mortals who were massacred, or should we close our eyes and turn a deaf ear and search for the culprit first?

"It's okay, it's okay..." Yan Huan clumsily stroked Liu Fuguang's back lightly and heavily, usually wagging his lips and talking sweetly, but now when he saw his lover's face pale and his eyes blue, he just It was as if the pearl in the palm had been thrown to the ground, and the pain in the heart was also stabbed. I could say a thousand words, but the pain was so painful that I couldn't speak.

Overriding the most evil, this was a very comfortable environment for him. The overwhelming souls who died unjustly, the cruelty and greed of people's hearts, and the countless massacres and blood, all surrounded and nourished him. If it weren't for the different positions, Yan Huan I really want to praise this "Holy Sect" a few words. But now that Liu Fuguang was feeling so uncomfortable, this little bit of comfort was just adding fuel to the fire, making him grit his teeth and burning inside.

Secretly, he had already made his decision.

"I have to take you away," Yan Huan murmured while holding Liu Fuguang's body as thin as a dead leaf, "If you continue to waste it..."

Liu Fuguang grabbed his wrist, veins popped up on the back of his hand, and said hoarsely: "I can't ignore it, I... can't ignore it..."

Yan Huan gently took his hand, combed his hair that was stuck to the side of his face with sweat, and said softly, "What does that have to do with me?"

Liu Fuguang breathed slightly.

"I am the most evil," Yan Huan continued to speak softly, "It doesn't matter to me whether one person dies in this country, or 100,000, or millions die. Only you, the 'atmosphere' here, can't care about you. It's said to be extremely poisonous. I won't allow you to be consumed by mortals. Let the so-called 'Holy Sect' consume his people. I want to find him, immediately."

The city was burning under their feet, Liu Fuguang coughed tremblingly: "Yan Huan!"

"Hate me," Yan Huan said with a smile, "Hate me as much as you want."

The black dragon roared loudly, its nine cloudy eyes tightly wrapped around Liu Fuguang, who was unable to struggle, and flew towards the royal capital of Wuping, regardless of the burning ground for thousands of miles.

The auxiliary chief guards were like moths flying towards the flames, flying over in a steady stream. Wherever Yan Huan passed, the nine eyes just looked at him, causing an endless stream of body parts and flesh to explode all over the monks, and the Zifu Lingtai also turned into filth. Mud.

This terrifying dragon god descended on the heavily protected Emperor's Imperial City. Deep in the palace, many servants, courtiers, and maidens went crazy. He hugged Liu Fuguang and stepped onto the thousand-layer golden steps. The auxiliary chief guard at his feet was already dead.

"Wu Ping, Holy Sect." He chewed these four words with a smile, but he was a little surprised in his heart. This mortal really put on an imperial air, sat upright in the Jinluan Palace, and did not show any hasty appearance when he met him and Liu Fuguang , not hiding at all.

Are you really crazy, or are you really brave?

Although Liu Fuguang was furious, he also did not expect that they would find this "Holy Sect" so easily.

Their figures were one black and one white. When they stepped into the palace, the ministers in the court all retreated in fear, unable to look directly at the good and the evil surrounding them.

"You are..." Liu Fuguang coughed twice and pushed away Yan Huan's helping hand, "The rumored Holy Sect?"

The red thread in the temple is entwined, giving it an aesthetic that is somewhere between monstrous and holy. The emperor on earth is sitting upright behind a hazy golden-red screen. The throne is magnificent, with extremely luxurious Wuming fans on both sides. You can vaguely see the towering crown and the coat of arms covering the knees.

"My dear friends, please step aside." Shengzong was silent for only a moment, then spoke immediately. His voice was extremely kind and upright, with a calm demeanor, "I will just talk to your distinguished guest."

Liu Fuguang held Yan Huan's sleeves and waited until the ministers retreated weakly and there was no one else in the grand hall. Then Liu Fuguang said in a deep voice: "There is no point in hiding him anymore, Holy Sect."

Behind the screen, Sheng Zong seemed to sigh softly, but in an instant, he crossed the barrier and stood on a high place. Separated by the twelve-colored jade crown, Shengzong was dressed in simple and solemn black clothes and red clothes, with colorful ribbons and black temples. He was still an emperor in his prime. It could even be said that there was something flashing in his brows. Something benevolent.

"The two distinguished guests have come from afar, and I should treat them with courtesy..."

Liu Fuguang was panting heavily and interrupted him: "In order to stop us, you released the auxiliary guards under your command and burned the people in the capital to the ground. Do you really think that by calling yourself emperor, you can act on behalf of heaven?"

Shengzong was lost in thought for a moment, and said with a calm smile: "If you two hadn't intended to harm Wuping, why would I have made such a move? As for the ruined states and cities, it is indeed a pity, but under the sky, there is nothing but the king's land; the leader of the land Bin, could it be that the king's ministers... my people, I will naturally deal with them how I want to deal with them."

"What did you do?" Yan Huan suddenly interrupted, "I'm just curious about this. Although your 'subjects' show no signs of being deprived of life, they are all exhausted, and they look like they can't die even if they want to. ,what have you done?"

Shengzong twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled to himself: "I promise them a peaceful and prosperous age, and they don't have to vomit duckweed or die of full belly, let alone struggle in years of famine and change their sons to eat. Isn't this enough? "

"Shut up!" Liu Fuguang shouted. He resolutely removed the illusion technique he used to disguise himself. In an instant, the bright light in the hall shone brightly, like a dazzling and unyielding sun rising, causing the Holy Sect to take three steps back. "Say Even all the hypocrisy in the world will not make you upright!"

He approached the Holy Sect and stepped over the intricate red lines without hesitation. Shengzong stood at a high place, his calm expression had changed somewhat.

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