The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the kings of Gu Dynasty were all dead silent, except for the clamor of overthrowing tyranny under the city wall.

Since Emperor Hun came to the throne, he massacred everyone in the palace, and the blood stained the setting sun. On that day, everyone in Chang'an City heard screams, and the headless corpses were thrown away in mass graves in the suburbs.

The rancid smell lingered in the sky over the capital for a long time, and it became the nightmare of countless people.

Later, [-] troops were slaughtered at the border, howling everywhere, and Gu Chao didn't know how many families were destroyed.

But the Hunjun did not stop there, and later promulgated a series of tyranny/policy, which caused the people to live in dire straits.

Above the court, the rebellious courtiers were cut off by the faint king, and hung on the city wall to show the public. Under the tyrannical government, countless heroes rose up and attacked Chang'an.

The young emperor wearing a black dragon robe stood on the edge of the city wall, and the black beads strung on the crown made those eyes deeper and darker.

Seeing the group of rebels below, his thin lips curled up: "It's just an ant, who actually wants to overthrow Gu."

He picked up the bow and arrow at his waist, squinted his eyes at the man on the horse, let go of his index finger, and the arrow pierced through the flesh with a howling sound.

"Ha, trash."

Seeing him falling from the horse, brushing the bloodstone earrings with his fingertips, he felt happy.

Sitting on the dragon chair with one hand propping up her snow-white chin, the crown is slightly tilted, casting a shadow on that violent face.

The eunuch waiting next to him knelt on the ground obsequiously, and flattered him with his voice: "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, that man is only mediocre, and he can't even take an arrow from you!"

The king on the dragon chair raised his eyes and glanced away, and said lightly: "Really."

The eunuch was delighted and encouraged by the response, and the words of praise came out one after another. He fell into a sweet dream and did not see the pity in the eyes of others.

The hoarse and unpleasant voice stopped abruptly, and the eunuch's eyes widened in horror, and he clutched his neck tightly, blood staining the new clothes.

Gu Yu lowered his eyes and wiped the Tianzi sword, the noise stopped in his ears, and the tyranny in his heart gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, a vision appeared in the sky.

The gloomy sky was torn apart, the sun penetrated the clouds and shone in the middle of the battlefield, and a figure in white clothes and black hair fell from it.

The surrounding weeds and living creatures were blown away by the invisible sword energy, and there was nothing in a radius of ten miles.

"It's a god! It's a god 1

"The faint king, the faint king is actually blessed by the gods 1

"When the sky is dead, I care about the people 1

The rebel army under the city wall fled without a fight. The leading man rode on a horse and looked back at the white-clothed god in the middle of the battlefield.I don't believe that Hunjun will be sheltered by the gods, and he has no choice but to leave with the army.

Gu Yu slowly raised the Son of Heaven Sword, as if he had never heard of what happened under the city wall.

The blood-stained bronze sword was spotlessly clean, as if the massacre just now was just an illusion.

Satisfied, he inserted the scabbard back, got up from the dragon chair, stepped on the eunuch's corpse to the edge of the city wall, and squinted his eyes at the white figure in the middle of the battlefield.

God?

Oh, ridiculous.

If the gods really blessed him, how could the world be played by him.

Staring at the figure with cold eyes, the smile gradually became vicious. I don't know how Tushen feels, whether it is more pleasant than killing.

"Qi Shan, go and bring him up to Gu."

Gu Yu licked his lips excitedly, a red light flashed in his dark eyes.

The young general, who was less than twenty, wore heavy armor, knelt on the ground with his sword hilt in his hand, with a solemn face, extremely respectful: "No."

Seeing the high god being dragged and thrown down by the human beings, Gu Yu condescendingly raised his chin with his toes.

The messy hair spread out, revealing a face like Guanyin, with red marks on the forehead that were shining brightly.

The emperor was stunned for a moment with murderous intentions, a gust of spring breeze blew through his cold heart, and he withdrew his toes abruptly, as if he was afraid of disturbing that person...

Realizing that he was overreacting, a sneer escaped from the corner of his lips, and he raised his chin arrogantly.

"God?"

"It's just a dirty Fallen Angel."

"Dirty Gu's eyes."

Pulling out the Tianzi Sword from his waist, he swung it towards the Fallen Angel on the ground, and inadvertently saw those sparkling eyes, and the hand holding the sword stopped in mid-air.

The messy and filthy Fallen Angel has a unique face in this world.

Wen Nu curled up in pain, his eyelashes trembling, struggled to open his eyes, saw that blurred face, unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and fell into a coma unwillingly.

The emperor's sharp sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked down at the pair of pale hands along the hem of his clothes, his mind was tumbling, for a long time, he cut off the hem of his clothes with a sullen face, and flung his sleeves away.

"Take it back to the palace, it's still useful."

The state teacher's illness just happened to be used by the Fallen God, so he spared his life today, and when Ah Yuan recovers, it's not too late to experience the feeling of slaughtering a god.

……

black.

very dark.

The endless abyss sucked his body, Wen Nu struggled desperately, finally found a ray of sunshine and escaped from the darkness.

Opening his eyes, seeing the unfamiliar environment, he stretched his arms and wanted to get up to check.

Unexpectedly, his legs were sore and weak, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. Fortunately, there was a blanket underneath, and he was not injured.

Wen Nu closed his eyes to gather his spiritual power, and found that his sea of ​​consciousness was dry and his magic power was gone.

Panting heavily, lying on the ground in an awkward posture, this was the first time he was extremely rude.

Difficulty appeared on his face, he took a deep breath, turned his body and lay on his back.

Looking sideways at the surroundings, the sorghum painted buildings are resplendent and magnificent, and in front of the bed stands a black screen embroidered with upside-down dragons and phoenixes.

On the red wood table, there is a delicate bronze stove, and green smoke floats from the mouth of the dragon.

dragon?

Only the emperors of the world would use dragons to show their status. Could it be...

The heavy door was pushed open, and the visitor stepped in with the light behind his back, with jingling rings and a graceful figure.

Slowly, that figure became clearer, with hair draped over his head, a crown made by the Emperor, and a red wreath tied under his chin, draped over his chest along his slender neck.

Sword brows are piercing and black eyes are sharp, the angular outline reveals indifference, thin lips are curled down, and the eyes are looking straight at him.

Wen Nu turned away in embarrassment, raised his arms and covered his face with wide sleeves, not daring to look directly at the person coming.

"Is the immortal elder injured?"

A deep voice sounded in his ear, with a slight hint of the clear voice of a young man, showing a clear sense of concern.

Wen Nu blushed slightly, his voice was dry, and he whispered back to him as thin as a mosquito: "No..."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly turned into the air, and he was picked up by the person next to him and placed on the bed, with a faint scent of ambergris wafting through his nose.

Wen Nu was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and smiled gently at him: "Thank you fellow daoist, but fellow daoist saved me?"

Gu Yu stood by the bed, with the fallen angel's body temperature remaining on his fingers, screaming in his mind to kill him!

Looking down at the face with the warm spring breeze, the desire to kill is even stronger, but A Yuan's illness still needs him.

With a mask on his face, the corners of his lips are raised and his eyes are gentle: "I don't need to see others, just call Gu Gu Yu."

Wen Nu had already guessed his identity, he smiled and thanked him: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving my life."

Thinking of the demons chasing and killing him, he asked tentatively: "I wonder if His Majesty will allow me to recuperate in one place, half a month is enough."

half moon?

Gu Yu sneered, he wants to stay here until he dies, half a month?Idiots talk about dreams.

The young emperor naturally readily agreed: "It is a lonely honor for the immortal to recuperate here."

After clapping their hands towards the door, the eunuch walked in with his head down, holding a decoction in his hand.

"The fairy elder hurts the root. This is a lonely fairy grass. I hope the immortal elder will not dislike it."

The eunuch had never seen His Majesty treat anyone like this before, and couldn't help looking at the person on the bed curiously.

With a face like Avalokitesvara, eyes like the sun and moon, with a smile on his lips, he was astonished as a heavenly man, but there was a red falling word floating on his forehead, he was a fallen angel!

With a sudden shaking of his hand, a drop of soup splashed out and landed on the dragon robe.

The eunuch knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowed hard, and begged for mercy in fear: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, slave, servant, I didn't mean it, please forgive me, please..."

Wen Nu was surprised, looking at the emperor in the world, wondering what happened?

Gu Yu's face was gloomy, and his black eyes were full of violence. Thinking of gaining the trust of the Fallen Angel, he pursed his lips and looked at the eunuch, twitching the corners of his mouth with a gentle smile, and waved his hand to let him go down: "It's not an example, let's go down."

The eunuch thought that he was going to die in Huangquan, but he didn't expect that the tyrannical Majesty would spare his life. The rest of his life after the catastrophe shouted thank you: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy, this slave will leave!"

It wasn't until the eunuch went out that Wen Nu said, "Your Majesty is really tolerant and kind."

Gu Yu didn't speak, and stared straight at his face, which was precisely the mark of the Fallen Angel on his forehead.

Wen Nu brushed his cheek hesitantly: "Your Majesty, but what's on my face?"

Seeing that he really didn't know about the Mark of the Fallen God, Gu Yu quickly planned a plan in his heart.

"Gu just thinks that the celestial chief looks so elegant that the little eunuch will lose his composure." Gu Yu joked with a smile.

Wen Nu's brows and eyes were gentle, and his tone was not rushed, but it made people feel that what he said was true.

"Compared to His Majesty, it's not worth mentioning."

Wen Nu didn't lie, the young emperor in front of him was even better than his good friend, the number one general in the heavenly world.

"Immortal Elder, don't joke, Gu can only be regarded as the appearance of a middle-aged man."

Gu Yu's ears were reddish, and when he lowered his head, the person on the bed could see that his hidden black eyes were dark and violent, full of murderous aura.

He hates people talking about his appearance the most. If it wasn't for the Fallen Angel's usefulness, he would have cut off his lips and tongue, smashed his teeth, and hung them on the city wall, just like those people before.

Suppressing his killing intent, Gu Yu seemed ashamed by the praise, changed the subject bluntly, handed the medicine bowl to him, and turned to leave in a panic: "Immortal Elder is at ease to heal his wounds, and I will leave first."

Wen Nu looked suspiciously at his back disappearing, wondering why he left suddenly?

Drink up the medicine in the bowl, it is a rare fairy grass in Penglai Xiandao.

Feeling the spiritual energy nourishing the meridians, Wen Nu felt more and more that Gu Yu was a pure and kind person, but as an emperor, he treated others kindly.

The benevolent emperor sat on the dragon chair, with a sullen face, and asked to bring up the eunuch just now.

"Your Majesty—"

Before the eunuch could open his mouth to beg for mercy, his head fell off his body and rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open blankly.

Gu Yu stood in front of the corpse holding the Tianzi sword, raised his foot and kicked the half of the body away, and said coldly: "Zhang Quan'an, clean up, if there is a trace of blood, I want your head."

Carrying the blood-dripping sword into the side hall, he went straight to the steaming pool, took off his clothes, and threw them into the nearby brazier, and the flames quickly engulfed it.

Leaning against the edge of Yuchi, he held the Tianzi sword in front of his eyes, tilted his head and wiped it carefully.

Drenched in blood, the bronze sword body glowed with green light, reflecting a pair of cloudy and sickly eyes.