The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Nan Zhiyi looked up at the blood-red petals floating in the sky and reached out to catch them. "Do you know what kind of flower this is?"

"The petals are deep red and slender, with a unique fragrance, a bit like the scent on you. Is it... the Albizia julibrissin?" Qian Yujun asked suspiciously.

“Yes, the Albizia Julibrissin, the sacred flower of the Albizia Valley.

It was originally light pink, but because it drank a lot of blood, it turned blood red and is extremely poisonous. When people smell it, their blood will boil. The only way to detoxify this poison is to practice dual cultivation or kill.

If you kill enough people, you can survive safely. Otherwise, your meridians will be burst by the surging blood and you will die. "

Nan Zhiyi responded surprisingly indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips, spreading his voice throughout the city, and watching with admiration the faces of the people in the martial arts world who had suddenly turned livid.

"How can you be so vicious, you demon? To use such a poison."

"Yes, we are innocent. We are not your enemies. Why do you have to embarrass us?"

Nan Zhiyi looked at them with amusement at their cowardly appearance and laughed out loud, "Haha... innocent, no one present is innocent!

At first you chose to stand by and watch, but now you choose to participate in the Demon-Slaying Conference. Isn't this clearly a sign that you are competing with me for the throne's emperorship?

For the enemy who wants to kill me, no revenge will be innocent.

Just struggle as much as you can. The more you struggle, the more poisoned you will be. Whether you are a human or a ghost at that time will not be decided by me."

Nan Zhiyi's eyes swept indifferently across the faces of the five masters, which were either indifferent, angry, unwilling, or full of hatred, and he smiled sarcastically.

There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you force your way in. You deserve it!

Nan Zhiyi thought about pulling Qian Yujun into the sedan chair and being carried away.

It was hot, so hot that Qian Yujun felt like his consciousness was about to be burned out. He hugged Nan Zhiyi and kissed her all the way from the door to the bedroom bed.

She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes blurred and she tore at her collar frantically, then she sat astride Nan Zhiyi, pouting and accusing him unhappily.

"Why didn't you tell me that I would also suffer from this poison!"

"It's not too late to know now." Nan Zhiyi lay on the bed, leisurely, with her hands behind her head.

Looking at Qian Yujun who was stained with lust, with red at the corners of his eyes and a misty and confused look in his eyes, his eyes darkened.

"Too much." Qian Yujun muttered speechlessly.

"I can go even further. Do you want to experience it?"

"Not serious..."

First, a small amount of raindrops fell on the lotus flowers. Then, the wind and rain gradually became stronger and the lotus flowers could not bear it anymore. They trembled, swayed, and bent their waists.

The lotus flowers swayed irregularly in the wind and rain, and they were so fragile that they seemed like they could break in half at any time.

A few days later, the sky cleared up and the lotus flowers stood tall and graceful. Except for a little more rain and dew than the previous day, there was no difference.

A pair of hands with distinct joints reached through the lotus leaves, shook off the water on the lotus flowers, and accurately grasped the roots of the lotus pods.

My baby loves lotus pods the most, so I will make red bean corn porridge and lotus root and pork ribs soup for him today!

Nan Zhiyi poked his head out of the lotus pond in the courtyard and swam to the shore holding a lotus pod. The pond water dripped slowly down his hair, and his wet clothes clung to his body, outlining his exquisite curves.

Qian Yujun held onto the door frame and was struck by the beauty. He swallowed and rubbed his waist as he ran away from home.

Meanwhile, another place was still in dire straits. "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Heavy breathing accompanied by the woman's charming screams continued to come from the dark room, and it has not stopped for several days.

"Get out." The prince's tyrannical voice came from inside. He had not had any water for days, so his voice sounded weak on the inside.

Eunuch Li paced back and forth anxiously, fearing that he would die on the bed and he would not be able to explain himself.

He looked fiercely at the young man Qiu Er who was posing next to him, "Are you not sure that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be okay?"

"Of course, didn't I demonstrate it to you? My technique is indeed from the Hehuan Sect. Practicing dual cultivation will only benefit Your Highness and not cause any harm."

"You'd better pray for this. Otherwise, your worthless life will not be enough even if you die a hundred times." Eunuch Li looked at him and sneered.

At this time, a guard came running in from outside the door in a hurry, "Report to Eunuch Li, something bad has happened, the Third Prince has returned to the capital."

"What? Wasn't he dead? How could this happen?" Eunuch Li did not allow himself to be delayed for a moment, and he risked being beaten again before telling the prince about this matter.

The prince cursed angrily, but unfortunately he was at the critical moment of practicing martial arts and he could not stop, and he had to go back.

He had no choice but to send someone to find a wide, large and stable carriage, and drive it himself.

Eunuch Li listened to the lascivious music constantly ringing in his ears, and his calm heart began to become restless.

It wasn't until I had an in-depth discussion with Qiu Er that things got out of control.

They spent twice as much time as before in a daze and finally arrived at Shangjing City.

"I want to see my father. You go and inform him." The prince stood outside the house with a radiant look on his face. A familiar scent lingered around his nose. Listening to the sweet words coming from inside, his heart began to itch again.

I don't know who created that dual cultivation technique, but it's so comfortable, so ecstatic, so addictive. Even after such a long time, I still feel it's not enough.

Moreover, despite working for such long hours day and night, he not only did not feel tired, but his spirits became better and better, his whole body was full of energy and his face was glowing.

The person who went in did not come out for a long time. After waiting for a while, the prince became impatient. Since the guard who came to report was gone, he simply pushed the door open and went in.

The strong scent of the Albizia Julibrissin flowers seemed to have condensed into substance, floating in the bedroom, and a red mist filled the air.

Suddenly, a hand appeared from nowhere, grabbed him from behind, and dragged him onto the bed.

After a period of confusion, he opened his eyes again and saw Emperor Mingde lying on him with a purple face and no breath.

He screamed in shock, which attracted the guards who discovered the ridiculous scene and brought it to an end.

Emperor Mingde died. On the same day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was thrown into prison for being the suspected murderer of Emperor Mingde. Other princes were diagnosed with having lost their fertility due to poisoning by the Queen and were unable to become emperors.

With the strong support of Prince Huainan and the Prime Minister's Office, the third princess disguised as a man was pushed forward and ascended the throne as emperor.

Not long after, the empress was exposed for disguising herself as a man. After a bloody storm, with the strong support of the general, the empress's status was confirmed.

In the same year, he opened up special examinations to recruit talented people. At the same time, he introduced a policy that all concubines in the harem could serve as officials in the court, and he also brought the general and the prime minister into the harem.

Nan Zhiyi and Qian Yujun returned to Peach Blossom Island since the empress ascended the throne.

Unexpectedly, Qian Yujun was quite adaptable to the life in this paradise, so the two of them settled down here, occasionally leaving the island to punish evildoers and avenge their enemies.

Until another rainy night, a rainstorm as heavy as the one when they met, Qian Yujun lay in Nan Zhiyi's arms and gradually lost his breath.