Mortal Mage

The breeze blew her black hair, and the white silk rippled in the wind.

She slowly slid off the white silk on her body, revealing half of her shoulders.

The breezes seemed to carry fluffs of golden sand, bringing an indescribable dry and gentle fragrance to everyone in the square, making everyone feel itchy.

The officials kneeling in the center of the square, the soldiers standing around the square, the cavalry holding their spears and longbows, the two rows of generals standing on the Yunlong steps, and the white-faced young man Yulong sitting on the dragon throne, all stood there with their heads raised and their bodies sideways, looking at the clear figure.

As quiet as death.

The Hao Fen that all of them saw was not an otherworldly fairy, not an unrivaled empress, not a most beautiful and charming woman who brought disaster to the world.

More like a…

A lustful singer who became a fairy.

She is a lewd singer who is out of reach of everyone and is exclusively for the immortals. At this moment, these mortals seem to be able to imagine what color the immortal world is.

The fairyland is not something you can leave for a moment; leaving is not the way.

The fairy world is not about seeing through worldly ties and cutting ties with them.

The fairyland should be like this, full of passion and indulgence.

Qi never runs out, essence never dies, and people never die.

They seemed to see the naked body of the fairy, and the graceful and alluring ups and downs and movements of her body. At this moment, everyone could imagine the different textures of touching every part of the fairy's skin.

Fairies are beautiful when they wear skirts, because all the exposed nakedness is more beautiful than being completely naked.

What is beneath the fairy’s white silk?

The soldiers and officials in the square swallowed their saliva and waited anxiously.

He forgot that this was the coronation ceremony, forgot the weapons in his hands, and forgot his military achievements.

They just wanted to see what was beneath the white silk.

"Then put down your weapons."

Haofen raised her head slightly towards the direction of the sunrise. Her long double eyelids and skin that reflected the fluorescent white light sparkled in the pupils of the people in the square.

The swords, spears, swords and halberds in the soldiers' hands were thrown onto the bluestone floor tiles without hesitation.

"uh-huh"

Huo Xian smoothed the hair that was blown on her face with one hand, and slowly took off the white silk wrapped around her body with the other hand.

The white silk dress was blown away by the wind, revealing the translucent gauze. Under the gauze, one could vaguely see a bright red bellyband wrapped around the breasts.

Beautiful slender legs are revealed.

Everyone watched quietly, as if they were dreaming a beautiful dream that they had never dared to have.

And there are expectations, they look forward to it.

"Does anyone else want to see what I'm wearing under this tulle?"

Hao Xian lightly lifted the gauze and changed to a half-standing, half-lying posture, which made her heavenly waist look even thinner, her breasts especially fuller, and her curves especially prominent.

"Then pick up your weapons again and point them at him!"

She seduced the army in the square with the corner of her eyes, raised her jade finger, and pointed at the jade dragon in a dragon robe sitting on the golden dragon jade throne.

The tenderness revealed on the gauze collar makes people's eyes burn and their mouths dry.

The soldiers bent down without hesitation, picked up their weapons, and pointed them at the jade dragon on the dragon throne.

The soldiers and generals gazed greedily at that waist, snow-white neck, slender hands, fluffy black hair, and half-opened bright eyes.

"You are not an immortal!"

Yulong suddenly reacted, stood up proudly, and shouted, "She is not an immortal, she is a demon!"

Before he could finish his words, a flying sword came down rapidly from the sky with a "woosh" sound, and with a "clang" sound, it pierced through Yulong's dragon robe and the golden armor underneath the robe, which he had not yet changed.

The soldiers stood still, staring at Hao Xian with fascination, as if they didn't care at all whether Yulong lived or died.

If Hao Fen didn't take off his clothes now, they would most likely rebel again.

"Little fox, you've gone too far!"

Hua Yu followed closely behind, falling from the sky, and landed beside the dragon throne with a "bang". She turned around to look at Hao Fen who was standing lewdly on the golden tile roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and scolded him.

"I have to do what I promised everyone."

Huo Fen responded to the soldiers below with a shout, and suddenly the gauze on her body broke into two pieces with a "hiss".

The tulle was blown away by the breeze.

Everyone looked at her with a radiant smile, the celestial figure faintly shining in the morning light.

She just swung her legs lightly, and everyone's eyes became blank and their nerves tense.

"The rest can't be taken off."

Hao Fen looked around at everyone and gently explained to the soldiers and officials in the square with a voice full of demonic power, "My master...your emperor has helped you stabilize the interface. This place will not collapse."

"Yulong is dead, all rebels are to disband immediately, and those who disobey orders will be killed on the spot!"

A deafening roar came from the harem, a sound that was difficult to stop.

"The rebels must be disbanded immediately. Anyone who disobeys my order will be killed on the spot!"

"Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed on the spot!"

The situation suddenly turned around when the military order of only six thousand feather guards was circulated in the palace.