The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Wen Nu knew about it yesterday, and when he saw it, he accepted the imperial edict with a calm expression, and handed it to Wu Naike.

Zuo Qian's pupils dilated, and his nails dug into his palms fiercely, suppressing the unwillingness in his heart with pain!

Seeing Master receiving the imperial decree, his lips trembled and his voice trembled: "Master, Master, why...?"

After seeing off Zhang Quan'an and others, Wen Nu's ears turned red when he heard the disciple's question, and he said with some embarrassment: "It's nothing, you don't have to worry, I'm going back to the dormitory as a teacher."

I am ashamed to explain in front of my disciples that he was swollen by His Majesty and agreed to become His Majesty's concubine.Speed ​​up your feet, bypass him, and enter the bedroom.

Left behind, Zuo Qian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred and malice.

The master is with the tyrant, so what is it if he is given a pill——

Do not--

He disagrees with—

Since the tyrant doesn't want to drug Shizun, he will come in person and make Shizun his own. When he becomes pregnant with Shizun's child, no one will be able to separate him from Shizun!

Zuo Qian's eyes were cracked with anger, his eye sockets were scarlet, and he stared fiercely at the closed bedroom door like a madman.

At night, while everyone was sound asleep, a black figure appeared in the dormitory, poked open the window and sent the magic drug in.

After a while, the man in black carried a person out from inside, and went to the cold palace where no one cares about him.

Zuo Qian was dressed in black, put the master in his arms on the cold palace couch, parted the red lips of the master with red eyes, and stuffed a brown pill.

This aphrodisiac is extremely potent, even if the master is a god, he cannot escape it!

Jai Zi shook his hands and untied the master's silk sash, his heart beating non-stop.

Wen Nu has always been sensitive to danger, and when he sensed something different, he struggled to wake up from the coma, pushed the person in front of him away in a daze, shook his head and finally saw what was going on.

"Zuo Qian?!"

"you--"

Wen Nu frowned, glanced at the untied silk sash, and looked at the person pushed away by him with complicated eyes: "This deity is your master, how dare you—"

His body suddenly became sore and weak, and he fell down on the couch uncontrollably.Frowning to condense the spiritual power in his body, he found that the spiritual power seemed to be suppressed by something, and he couldn't use it at all.

Gradually, a ball of fire burst out of the body, violently rushing straight to the whole body, the brain gradually became muddled, and the eyes

A double image appeared in front of him, and his whole body was unbearably hot, as if there were many small bugs crawling over his body.

Zuo Qian sat on the ground, and saw Master's face was flushed, showing a coquettish expression.His eyes gradually became obsessed, and he struggled to get up from the ground, came to the master, and stretched out his hand to touch the face that he thought about day and night.

"Master..."

"Master..."

"I have fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you...Master, why why?! Why do you want to be a concubine for a tyrant! Wouldn't it be good to be my wife!"

Zuo Qian, who was in a bewilderment, suddenly went berserk, grabbed the master's chin, and brought it to his side, staring at those red lips with burning eyes, as if he had already felt the sweetness and softness on them.

Wen Nulu's eyes were slightly curved in discomfort, and the end of his eyes was stained with a layer of crimson. Seeing that the distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter, he bit the tip of his tongue in exchange for a moment of sobriety, and pushed him away from the couch, his legs were so weak that he almost fell , staggering towards the door.

Zuo Qian followed his strength and fell to the ground. Seeing that the master escaped, he didn't chase after him. He leaned on the edge of the bed and stared at the master's figure with ease.

Seeing Master walking more and more slowly, his body swayed from side to side.The smile on his face continued to widen, and finally he laughed sickly: "Master, Master, the disciple gave you the most powerful medicine in Goulanyuan, so what if you are a god!"

Seeing that the master was about to fall, he walked slowly towards him step by step, with happiness brimming at the corners of his lips.He will soon become Master's person, and he will never be separated from Master at that time!

Wen Nu's legs were limp and weak, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, and he was sweating profusely.But what was even more uncomfortable was that his whole body was burning hot and numb, and he was out of breath every time he took a step, and he had no strength at all.

Seeing that Zuo Qian was about to come, he gritted his teeth and summoned the Avalokitesvara sword. This time he exhausted all his strength and knelt on the ground with a bang. The Avalokitesvara sword barely supported him and prevented him from lying on the ground.

He closed his eyes, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and with a clearer vision, tried to stand up from the ground, constantly changing gestures with his right hand, and the Guanyin sword quickly struck towards the person who came.

Zuo Qian dodged to dodge, the Avalokitesvara sword was affected by the master himself, suddenly burst into a blue light, and soon fell to the ground, unable to fly again.

Wen Nu's face was flushed, his breathing was heavy and hot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood violently when he was bitten by the Guanyin sword. Heimeng lost all strength in front of him, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The corners of Zuo Qian's lips rose, and he bent down to stick the master

The long hair on the face was pinned behind the ears, and he said tenderly and lovingly: "Master, don't struggle, your body is wet and be careful of the cold. If the master is sick, I will feel distressed..."

He picked up the person on the ground with all his strength, and went straight back to the cold palace bedroom.

"Let go of me..." Wen Nu's chest rose and fell, his pupils gradually became dilated, and he stretched out his hand to tear his collar in confusion: "It's so hot..."

The body seems to be in a raging fire, very hot, especially the lower body, which is hot and painful.

The blood seemed to be mixed with ants, and every time it crawled, it would make the body tremble, burning hot and intensely itchy at the same time.

"It's so hot..." Wen Nu's eyes were empty, his chin was raised and he stared at the void, his red lips parted slightly and his breath was weak...

The smile on Zuo Qian's face became wider and brighter, and he put him on the bed with burning eyes, and stretched out his hand to caress Master's cheek: "Master, be good, it won't be hot in a while..."

The loose belt was scattered aside with a little force, and the coat on Master's body was shaken off, his throat kept rolling, he took off his shoes and turned over on the bed.

Wen Nu's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, his body was limp and weak, and he could only let the villain move his hands and feet.

Seeing that Zuo Qian was about to undo the last layer of obscene clothes on Wen Nu's body, the door of the Leng Palace was suddenly knocked open.

The tyrant's body was condensed with cold ice, and when he saw the Fallen Angel under his body with his coat off, he was instantly enraged and his eyes cracked.Quickly rushed in front of Zuo Qian, and knocked him into the air with ten successes.

Holding his neck violently and viciously: "Damn it!"

Zuo Qian frowned tightly in pain, and seeing the tyrant's angry look, he grinned loudly: "Why, Your Majesty is angry, but isn't this what you expected, hahahaha——"

Gu Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and the hand holding his neck tightened.Zuo Qian's face was flushed red, his eyeballs protruded and were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, which fell to the ground along his chin.

"Your Majesty...was...I said...hit..."

"I don't...know...Master...honor...after learning...you deceived...him...what is, what is it like..."

"But...should...should be...very...interesting..."

Zuo Qian laughed loudly with his mouth full of blood, and spoke intermittently, as if he had seen the aftermath of the tyrant.

"To shut up!"

As if being right by what he said, Gu Yu slammed him away, wiped off the dirty blood on his hands in disgust, and gritted his teeth to order the hidden guards who followed: "

Put him in a dark prison and entertain him well. "

Zuo Qian, who was dragged away by the hidden guards, was still laughing and laughing, grinning blood dripping all over the floor: "I... look forward to... Your Majesty, your... your... result..."

The tyrant with his back to Zuo Qian had a stormy face and gloomy and irritable eyes.

Firmly holding hands, suppressing the gloom on his face, he took a deep breath and walked towards the Fallen Angel.

Wen Nu's arm hangs weakly on the side of the bed. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turns his head to look over with difficulty. Although there are double images in front of his eyes, he can vaguely recognize who it is.

"His Majesty……"

His red lips were bleeding from biting himself, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was light and ethereal.

"Poverty, poverty is so hot..."

With red eyes, she pulled off the collar of the obscene clothes, and soon a large piece of her chest was torn open, revealing a clean and fair chest, which was stained with a layer of tenderness due to the poison.

Gu Yu's pupils shrunk slightly, and his eyes slowly moved down the Fallen Angel's neck, as if he had been scalded by something, he suddenly withdrew his eyes and turned to other directions.

Rolling his throat, he stepped forward with a hoarse voice, and put on his coat for the Fallen God: "Immortal Chief Renren, I will take you to soak in cold water, the cold water will not be hot after soaking."

Stretching his hands behind the Fallen Angel's back, he slightly forcefully hooked his waist and pulled him into his arms. Who knew that the Fallen Angel was delicate and weak at this time and didn't have much strength, so he fell into his arms with his strength, his cheeks pressed against his chest, red The lips happened to be facing each other, and the scorching breath instantly poured into the clothes.

The tyrant's breathing became heavy instantly, he suppressed the desire in his heart, held the fallen angel in his arms, sucked his lower abdomen slightly, avoiding contact with the fallen angel.

Afraid that he would get typhoid fever if he went out and was blown by the cold wind, he covered him with the cloak he brought.

From Lenggong to Taijigong, on the way Wen Nu kept tearing off the remaining clothes on his body, his mind was muddled and unable to think, he could only follow his instinct to make himself not so hot.

"His Majesty……"

Gu Yu was covered in sweat by him, and when he returned to the Taiji Palace, he hurriedly put him on the bed, and the side hall had already sent people to prepare cold water.

Looking at the Fallen Angel who was lying on the bed with a flushed face, constantly struggling and shouting for heat, a cold light flashed in his eyes, wishing to cut the culprit Zuo Qian into pieces.

"Your Majesty, the cold water has been prepared, we can go there." Zhang Quanan came out of the side hall with his head down, followed by several young eunuchs, honestly daring not to look up.

Without raising his head, Gu Yu said coldly, "Go down."

There was a sound of closing the door, and the tyrant loosened the collar of his imperial suit

, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, rolled up his long sleeves and carried the Fallen Angel to the side hall.

"Your Majesty..." The Fallen Angel's eyes were blurred, and his skeletal hands were holding His Majesty's sleeves. Facing strange desires, he drew safety from him.

Gu Yu took a quick look at him, then put him into the cold water and poured it on him continuously.

Wen Nu was instantly surrounded by cold water, and the heat on his body was relieved, but his head became more and more dizzy, his eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, the tyrant was still pouring cold water, but the Fallen Angel was a different person.

"Gu Yu..."

"What's wrong with me……"

Wen Nu dazedly touched the uncomfortable place, and found that he had been poisoned by the love potion again, and in the current situation, Gu Yu still didn't want to touch him, and let him soak in cold water pitifully!

Ever since the last time, Gu Yu had been reluctant to have sex with him. When he thought of this, his eyes turned red instantly, tears rolled down his cheeks, and he pushed away the man who was watering him with both hands.

Watering water, is he a grass? !

After being pushed back, the tyrant was a little dazed, holding the wooden spoon in a daze for a moment, then looked back at the Fallen Angel in the bathtub, saw his eyes were red and kept crying, and hesitantly shouted: "The Immortal...?"

Immortal?What immortal?

Wen Nu glanced at Gu Yu, who was taller than him, and stood up from the bathtub with red eyes angrily. He must not allow himself to be much shorter than him, and asked him crying: "Gu Yu, you really are having an affair! Immortal Elder who is it?!"

The Fallen Angel's skin was white and red, standing wet under the candlelight, his eyes were red and swollen and tears were streaming down his face, as if he had been bullied by him in a dream, I felt pity for it.

Gu Yu's blood was surging, his eyes were tightly hooked by the Fallen Angel, and he suddenly turned his back and covered his mouth and nose, a burst of warmth and a strong smell of blood came from his palms.

Seeing this, Wen Nu's deer eyes widened, and he immediately became angry. He didn't feel dizzy or blurry. He stepped out of the wooden barrel, but his legs were weak and weak, and there were countless splashes with a splash, and he was tripped. Pounce on the man's back.

"Husband—"

"Well……"

Hitting the man's hard back, the tip of his nose quickly turned red, painful and hot, tears fell faster and faster, sobbing and hugging the man's waist to prevent himself from kneeling on the ground.

"You didn't catch me..."

Sucking his nose, he reached out to hug the man's head, and twisted in his direction.

Tyrant feels

After being cold, he shuddered from the excitement, and before he could say anything, his face was held and turned aside.

When Gu Yu heard the word husband, he knew that the Fallen Angel was the one at the bottom of the cliff, so he didn't struggle too much, and turned around to face him following the Fallen Angel's strength.

Wen Nu turned to throw himself into the man's arms, looked up and saw the man covering half of his face, blinked suspiciously, with tears still on his face: "Why are you covering your face?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and was about to break the man's hand.

Gu Yu's eyes were heavy, and he lowered his head slightly to stare at the Fallen Angel in his arms, and he took the hand off his face easily.

Seeing the blood on the man's face, Wen Nu's pupils dilated, subconsciously lowered his head to look at himself, and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be wearing any clothes that could hide his body.

No wonder he had a nosebleed. Although the two had sex several times a night, they were still a little shy when they met honestly, and couldn't help but blush a little.

Gu Yu saw something he shouldn't have seen from the corner of his eye, his ears were red, his throat rolled up and down unconsciously, his mouth was dry, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You are still poisoned by the love potion, you need to continue soaking in cold water."

Hearing this, Wen Nu, who was already about to lose his temper, suddenly became angry again, grabbed the man by the collar viciously, and asked him angrily, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

The eyes of the fallen deer in front of him were wet, and he looked fierce like a bluffing puppy. He couldn't help but move his gaze to those red lips that opened and closed, and subconsciously rolled his throat, his voice was low and hoarse: "No."

Wen Nu noticed his gaze, licked his red lips, and hummed coldly: "Then you still water it! You can't water grass like this!"

The tyrant was so stunned that he was speechless. He didn't expect that the Fallen Angel and the Fallen Angel in the daytime had such a huge difference in temperament, and their speech was delicate and weak but choking.

Suddenly, the eyes of the person in his arms were red again, and he started to cry. He looked up at him aggrievedly: "You were poisoned by the love potion before, and I helped you to solve it. You lay on the bed for three whole days! And you! Why did I take the love potion, you want me to soak in cold water, do you really have someone else, and who is that fairy elder!"

As she spoke, the person in her arms cried more and more pitifully: "I shouldn't have escaped marriage and followed you..."

The clothes on the tyrant's chest were soaked with tears. Hearing the fallen angel's words, his eyes gradually became dark and dangerous, and a strong and raucous desire appeared in his eyes/

see.

With a hoarse voice, he glanced at the Fallen Angel, that look was extremely dangerous: "Really, then don't soak in cold water..."

Since it was the Fallen Angel's request, why didn't he release the beast in his heart.

……

Gu Yu washed his hands with heavy eyes, and the back of his ears were red and red, as if he was about to bleed.

Carried the sleeping fallen angel back to the bedroom, put him on the dragon bed, and covered the quilt thoughtfully.

The Fallen Angel's face still had an aftertaste, the corners of his eyes were water-stained, and the sides of his cheeks were blushing. The appearance of being bullied made the tyrant unbearably hot.Taking a deep breath, he rolled over and lay down next to the Fallen Angel, his palms seemed to still have scorching heat.

Since meeting the Fallen Angel, the tyrant's obsession with cleanliness seems to have been resolved, but it seems that it is only effective for the Fallen Angel.

He watched the Fallen Angel roll into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, put his legs on his lap, closed his eyes expressionlessly and pretended nothing happened.

In the dream, the picture before going to bed was repeated, the seductive red lips, the seductive panting, and the scorching temperature of the palm...

The next day.

Wen Nu woke up feeling sore all over, as if someone had crushed him.Remembering what happened before he fell into a coma, his pupils dilated and he glanced at the clothes on his body, it wasn't the one from last night——

Frowning tightly, suddenly a figure appeared in the corner of the eye, the emperor wearing the Chixuan emperor robe walked around the screen, seeing the person on the dragon bed waking up, his eyes flashed with surprise: "Is the fairy awake?"

Wen Nu belatedly realized that the surroundings were not the Beigong bedroom, but the Tai Chi Hall, the residence of His Majesty.

He asked in a dazed voice, "Your Majesty, the poor..."

His throat was dry and sore, Wen Nu frowned, and there were two extra hands under his eyes, and those hands were holding a white jade teacup, which was filled with warm water.

Gu Yu slightly lifted the twelve crowns on the emperor's crown with one hand, and handed the water cup to the immortal head with the other hand, and said softly, "Drink some water to moisturize your throat first."

Wen Nu raised his eyes and smiled warmly at him, his eyes were still a little red and swollen, reminding the tyrant of the scene last night, his throat rolled up and down unconsciously, when the Fallen Angel took the teacup, he quickly withdrew his hand, hid it in the wide long sleeve, and twisted his index finger twisted.

After drinking the water, his throat was moistened, and before he had time to ask about what happened last night, the person in front of him made a sound.

The corners of Gu Yu's lips were slightly pursed, and he handed over a handkerchief, asking Xian Zhang to wipe off the water stains on his lips, while explaining to him what happened last night

Love: "When Gu left, Zuo Qian had just given the immortal head a love potion. Gu asked someone to prepare cold water, and the immortal head soaked overnight and the effect of the medicine dissipated..."

"Would the Immortal Chief begrudge Gu Gu for letting the Immortal Chief soak in cold water all night..."

As he was talking, the tall and stable emperor's eyes were slightly red, and he pursed his lips tightly and blamed himself and said, "It's all my fault, if it wasn't for Gu's selection of disciples for the immortal chief at the banquet, this incident would not have happened... "

Surprise flashed in Wen Nu's eyes, and he held His Majesty's hand and said: "How come, Your Majesty saved the poor Taoist, and also cured the poison of the poor Taoist, how could the poor Taoist get angry."

The tyrant's eyes drooped slightly, thinking of the indomitable Fallen Angel last night, he thought to himself that the two were really two extremes, one left and one right, with completely different temperaments.

The comforted emperor suddenly raised his head, and asked uncertainly: "Really? Is it true that the immortal chief did not blame Gu?"

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Wen Nu's lips, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved: "Of course."

Gu Yu had a big smile on his face. Seeing that the Immortal Elder looked tired, he quickly got up and said, "The Immortal Elder will lie down again, and I will order someone to prepare breakfast!"

After breakfast, Wen Nu remembered the disciple who gave him the medicine, frowned and raised his eyes to look at His Majesty next to him: "Your Majesty, Pindao wants to visit Zuo Qian, after all, he is the only disciple of Pindao."

And he still doesn't know one thing, why Zuo Qian suddenly took him away and wanted to drug him?He thought he treated his disciple very well, never beat or scolded him harshly, and would go to rescue him when he was in danger, why did this happen in the end?

Just like Jiang Shen's disciple Wang Qiu, the two are exactly the same.

The tyrant squinted his eyes and said hello, hoping that Zuo Qian would be more honest and not say anything that shouldn't be said.But after being severely punished, he probably couldn't speak anymore.

The two came all the way to the dungeon. Wen Nu was a little surprised at the entrance of the dungeon. Before he could think about it, His Majesty's voice sounded behind him: "Be careful, Immortal Elder, I'll wait for you here alone."

"Hmm." Wen Nu nodded upon hearing the words, and followed the guards in the dungeon slowly to the depths. Along the way, he saw many people locked in the cage, covered in blood and flesh, lying on the ground and howling in pain.

His brows were slightly frowned, surprise flashed in his eyes, and the guard who was leading the way on the side saw this and sped up to leave this area.

After a while, the guards stopped, and Zuo Qian, who was locked in the cage, saw the master in white, with a mocking smile on his blood-stained face,

Open your mouth and make a whoo-ho-ho sound.

Zuo Qian's appearance made Wen Nu frowned, and couldn't help but step forward to get closer.

The guard next to him retreated knowingly: "Master Immortal, if you have finished speaking, call me, I will come and take you out."

The corners of Wen Nu's lips raised slightly, and he nodded to him, and soon there were only the two of them, the master and the apprentice, left here.

Without outsiders, a cold light flashed in Zuo Qian's eyes, holding the cage with bloody hands, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Master... respect..."

It seemed as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the voice was intermittent, and it took a while for it to smooth out.

"Without the threat of revealing his true colors, the tyrant will indeed agree to you coming to the prison hahahahaha..."

Zuo Qian laughed wildly in a low voice, staring at the master's figure obsessively, reaching out to touch that face again.

Wen Nu frowned, with strangeness in his eyes, as if he recognized his disciple for the first time, glanced at the bloody hands, and dodged slightly to avoid it.

Zuo Qian didn't seem to see it, and murmured the word Master in a low voice: "Master, Master, do you really think that the tyrant treats you sincerely..."

Recalling the conversation he heard that night, Zuo Qian grinned sickly, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, his chest heaving rapidly with his emotions: "Hahahahaha, Master, you are so pitiful——"

Smiling and laughing, Zuo Qian vomited blood, but this couldn't stop him from laughing: "Ahem——"

Wen Nu frowned, seeing that Zuo Qian was about to die, his fingertips forcibly condensed spiritual power, and his voice was slightly cold: "Shut up, relax, and I will transmit spiritual power to you as a teacher!"

Zuo Qian saw that the master wanted to save him, raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his bloody hand, and pointed to the mark of the fallen angel on the master's forehead: "Master, the tyrant just wants the fallen angel's—" It's just——

With a puff, a long arrow shot into Zuo Qian's heart, Zuo Qian's pupils dilated and unwilling to give up staring at Master, his lips parted and closed, and silently shouted: "Master..."

He fell down on the ground with reluctance to die, his neck twisted and twisted, and his eyes still stopped on the master.

Wen Nu's face was splashed with blood, his pupils shrunk slightly, and the spiritual power on his fingertips dissipated with the wind, and he stared blankly at Zuo Qian's body.

Gu Yu's face was gloomy, and he was holding a bow and arrow in his hand. He didn't pass the bow and arrow to the guard until Zuo Qian breathed his last. He suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, and hurriedly walked to the fallen angel's side worriedly.

"Xianchang!"

"Are you injured?!"