He and It

Seeing him like this, Yan Huan let out a soft long laugh, which made people's hair stand on end: "Of course, I'm not in a hurry. When you figure it out, you will naturally come to beg me!"

After saying that, he turned into a black smoke, hazy and scattered on the golden floor of the palace.

Standing in the dark, Yan Huan watched Chishui King's vigilant posture everywhere, just waiting for him to suffer severe misfortune. Liu Fuguang sighed: "Why are you doing this?"

Hearing his lover's sigh, Yan Huan slowly clenched his teeth, the venom of jealousy gnawing at his heart.

He had been thinking about it before, who was the deal the Drought God was talking about? The look in his eyes when he looked at Liu Fuguang, the tone when he said that the best thing was late, and the move to take Liu Fuguang away... Love makes people a thousand times more sensitive. Yan Huan smelled an extra subtle smell, so he looked at the God of Drought. In his previous life, he also had the attitude of wanting to eat it and then have fun.

"...Are you distressed?" He lowered his voice, marinated this sentence in red vinegar for eight hundred years, and blurted out the sour words full of resentment.

Liu Fuguang stared at him in surprise and remained silent for a moment.

After asking this question, Yan Huan felt regretful again, and then added: "No, I am not like this..."

"You don't care who I feel sorry for, I won't feel sorry for you anyway." Liu Fuguang replied calmly, "How is it, are you satisfied?"

Yan Huan lowered his head, as if he had been slapped twice in the face, and his face turned red.

He whispered sadly: "I can't help myself. I have no other intentions. You don't have to use such harsh words to provoke me..."

He lowered his head, arched his waist, and seemed to shrink into a small ball for a moment, and all the majestic air he had in the past was gone. Liu Fuguang frowned. Seeing Yan Huan's pitiful look, he was silent for a while and then said, "Okay, let's not talk about the rest. What are your plans?"

Yan Huan lowered his eyes, with his nine eyes in one place, and mumbled in reply: "...The predecessor of the Drought God is the King of Chishui, and the purpose of the mirror is to change our fate. Otherwise, it would not let us take turns. I am the most evil, I will only use the most evil methods to help him."

Liu Fuguang nodded, and the two of them were quiet for a long time, without anyone speaking. After a moment, Yan Huan laughed again as if nothing happened, and said: "Fuguang, look at the two birds pecking each other under the eaves. It’s golden, so it’s very festive.”

After sighing, Liu Fuguang couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "How is your injury? Has it gotten worse?"

Yan Huan was startled, then smiled again. At this time, his smile became even brighter, and he said cheerfully: "It's nothing. The injury is bad, but when the matter is settled and the dragon heart is taken back, I can always recover."

Liu Fuguang asked in a low voice: "Can you still hold on?"

Yan Huan turned around and looked at Liu Fuguang. Although he had thousands of words in his heart, he just didn't know how to say them.

If at this time, I answered words such as "I'm dying" and "I'm having a hard time", how would he treat me? Will he change his attitude and reach out to help me?

He will, I know he will. It's just that everything is too much, and today he has expressed his concern for me... I don't have to make things worse.

After a moment, Yan Huan said gently: "Don't worry, I can hold on."

Above the court, King Chishui's decision-making was still being questioned. He accepted refugees and refugees from other countries, and the security of the royal city gradually began to become chaotic. Thefts and robberies occurred from time to time, and murders occurred frequently. The daily consumption of water and food was a huge expense; in the end, Worst of all, spies with ulterior motives began to appear inside and outside the country, trying to spy on intelligence in the name of "King Chishui showing mercy".

The young king was at a loss as to what to do. He promulgated decrees with pride and pride, but neglected to plan for the aftermath. When the new king came to power, the foundation was basically unstable. Such drastic reforms made the cracks in the royal court wider.

He unnecessarily cultivated the ambitions of his ministers and miscalculated his majesty as a king. He had been looking up at his father's back, watching how the late king suppressed his subjects. He had looked at it too much and for too long, and he mistakenly believed that the strong aura of power had never belonged to him.

In the fourth year after the new king succeeded to the throne, internal and external troubles broke out in Chishui City. King Chishui had unprecedentedly lost the power of a ruler, and his decrees could not even fly out of the royal court. The officials who were deposed yesterday could still stand arrogantly in the royal court today and salute him with a smile.

Based on this premise, Chishui's army mutinied, ruthlessly dragging the new king off the throne. The victor was the prime minister of the royal court, a senator who followed the previous king.

As an old man who had watched Chishui King grow up, the prime minister did not pity the loser. He ordered the deposed king to be tattooed, had his right arm and legs broken, and drove him out of Chishui.

After the deposed king left in great misery, his wife and children were all executed, which can be said to have eradicated the problem.

The desert sand was like snow, and a crescent moon shone on the dying king who was covered in blood.

At this critical moment of his life, he suddenly remembered the not-too-distant past: he had talked with the devil and owed the devil a chance to plead.

"I... please..." King Chishui's lips squirmed, and he drank out a few words with white mist, "Please..."

The moonlight was empty, and on the flat silvery sand sea, there was a man in black standing there, as if he had never left.

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?" Yan Huan said happily.

The dark tentacles spread from his cuffs and wrapped around the limbs of the Red Water King, making a harsh creaking sound like bones and flesh clenching.

The dying man screamed loudly. The pain was beyond the limit of what he could bear. It seemed that all the bones were broken into pieces, and the flesh, flesh and blood were being twisted crazily. He wailed and begged for mercy, but the devil who tormented him just laughed and sneered.

"This is the path you have chosen," said the devil. "You can't retreat or turn back!"

King Chishui fainted, and when he woke up again, he was in a cave, his body was intact, and he was even ten times stronger than when he was healthy.

The devil walked in and threw him a scroll in animal skin.

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