The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The child's eyes resembled a fairy head, and the tyrant often looked at the child in a daze, as if he saw the fairy head through the child.

Whether eating or sleeping or going to court, Gu Yu would always hold the baby with him, only in this way could he feel the presence of the Immortal Elder.

However, he reduced the early morning to twice a month, and spent the rest of the time staring at the child in the dormitory.

Gu Yu held the clothes left by the elder, closed his eyes and rubbed his face sideways, smelling the familiar smell on it, his eyes were astringent and hot.

Gu Wen was lying on the brocade quilt, staring at the round deer eyes innocently and innocently, staring at the emperor curiously, his little hands clenched into fists and dangling.

The tyrant took off the Xuanyi emperor's clothes and put on the fairy head's white clothes, as if he was holding the fairy head in his arms.

Looking at the baby on the bed, Gu Yu's brows and eyes were soft, the corners of his lips slightly raised and he buried himself in the baby's chest and rubbed against him: "Be good, baby, I'm Daddy..."

The little baby grinned stupidly, and held the father's hair with his little hands. He didn't know why the father had turned white, and the father was still black just now.

The tyrant's smile didn't reach his eyes, he took the hair out of the child's hand, and gently scratched the child's face with the hair.

"Cuckoo~"

The little baby laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared, and the plum blossom imprint on his forehead became darker and darker, making his small face more like a porcelain doll.

Looking at the plum blossom imprint, the tyrant's soft brows and eyes returned to dark and violent, and he stretched out his hand to brush the imprint, trying to buckle it off with a little force.

Going through many memories, it seems that I saw the scene of the queen mother being divided and eaten by others. It was because of this imprint, the imprint that belonged exclusively to the gods and demons, that the empress mother and the emperor father were brutally killed by those people.

The father no longer played with him, the little baby shook his hands blankly, trying to make a giggle to attract the father's attention.

Gu Yu came back to his senses, and looked at the imprint on the child's forehead with deep eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes.Pointing the fingertips on the plum blossoms, the thick magic mist penetrated into the flower marks instantly, and within a moment the plum blossom imprint disappeared, and there was nothing on the forehead that was smooth and clean.

Scratching the child's chin, the tyrant held him in his arms, rolled over on the bed and fell asleep.

Smelling the familiar smell, the tyrant curled up and hugged him tightly

He hugged the baby in his arms, clutched his sleeves tightly with both hands, and pressed his face down on the quilt.

The fairy elder died of dystocia on this bed, and the scent and temperature of the fairy elder seemed to remain on it. The tyrant stuck his whole body on the bed, as if hugging the immortal elder.

Unknowingly smelling the smell of the immortal elder, he fell asleep. In the dream, the immortal elder was sitting under the window waiting for him. Gu Yu's eyes lit up and he ran towards the fallen angel, squatting down skillfully, and buried his head in the immortal elder's legs. superior.

Eyes were flushed with tears, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked with a gratified smile, he hugged the waist of the fairy under the window tightly, and his voice was dry and hoarse: "Gu had a dream, dreamed that the fairy had a dystocia and abandoned the orphan and the child, Fortunately, I woke up from the nightmare, fortunately, the fairy is fine..."

After waiting for a long time for the fairy to speak, the tyrant raised his eyes and looked at the fallen angel.

That face, like Guanyin, gradually turned into bones...

"Do not--"

"Do not--"

The tyrant's pupils shrank slightly, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, kissed the red lips in a panic, and transferred the magic power to the fairy.

The ossification was still going on, and the flesh and blood on Wen Nu's entire face disappeared, leaving only the gloomy bones, reflecting the light in the sun.

Gu Yu recklessly kissed the Fallen Angel beneath him, and seeing the fairy head turned into a bone, with scarlet eyes, he frantically hugged the bone, tears falling on the bone, causing a layer of spray.

"Do not……"

"Xianchang..."

The tyrant slept very restlessly, the tranquility of the day was torn apart by the night, revealing the collapsed madness inside, only when he lost it would he realize how much he couldn't do without the Fallen Angel.

Tears soaked the pillow under the head, and the baby lying in the father's arms slept soundly, not aware of the father's sadness and despair.

Gu Yu woke up from a nightmare again, no, maybe it wasn't a nightmare but a sweet dream, because he could see the fairy in the dream, he saw the fairy sitting under the window waiting for him, he saw the fairy showing his face to him. A warm smile.

Looking at the empty dormitory, his vision was blurred by tears, his hands tightly covering his heart, his aching whole body screaming for pain.

"Xianchang..."

"How dare you, how dare you abandon your husband and son..."

"Even if you catch up to Huangquan Road..."

"Gu will never let you go..."

tyrant mad

She laughed silently, her dark eyes were full of possessiveness.

Looking at the baby in his arms, he curled his lips and held his little hand, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Be good, baby, you will see Daddy soon, aren't you happy too?"

Gu Yu closed his eyes and his soul separated from his body. Unlike the main body, Gu Yu's soul body had a plum blossom imprint on his forehead that was exactly the same as that of the boy, but his plum blossom imprint was more complete than that of the boy.

Looking back at himself and the baby on the dragon bed, Gu Yu's brows were gloomy, and he set up an enchantment around him, clasping his hands together and constantly changing gestures.

A thick fog rose in the sleeping hall, and it became cold instantly. In the thick fog, there stood a heavy black and red door with the word "ghost world" written on it.

The tyrant walked straight into the gate, and the bedroom disappeared and the surrounding environment changed drastically. A crescent moon hung on the gloomy sky, dead trees were planted on both sides of the road, and many crows with shining eyes stood on the trees.

Gu Yu didn't seem to see the greed in their eyes, and stepped on the road lightly on his toes.

The crows on the dead tree seemed to see food, and braved the green light to rush to the people on the road together.

Gu Yu raised his eyelids lightly, and swept towards the group of crows in a dark and violent manner. He stretched out his palms, and in an instant, the group of crows were swallowed by the thick magic fog.

The ears became quiet, and he continued to walk forward with a sullen face. The dead trees on both sides gradually disappeared, and an ancient bridge appeared in front of him. There was a blood-clothed boy beside the bridge, and he was passing soup to the ghost in front of him.

Seeing the Xuanyi Emperor under the bridge, the blood-clothed boy vigilantly clenched the spoon in his hand, raised the spoon in front of his eyes and pointed at him: "You are not a dead soul, what are you doing in the ghost world?!"

Gu Yu glanced at him blankly, and slowly walked towards the blood-clothed boy, holding the man's spoon with his big hands wrapped in magic mist, and squeezed it flat with a little force.

The blood-clothed boy's eyes widened, he stared at the spoon in his hand blankly, his eyes gradually turned red, he curled his lips and began to cry loudly: "Brother! Someone bullied me! My spoon! This is a gift from Qingya Spoon woo hoo!"

Gu Yu's pupils shrank, and when he heard the blood-clothed boy mentioning the fairy head, he immediately grabbed the man's collar with a ferocious face, and said in a deep and cold voice, "You know Anu?! Say! Is Anu here! Yes no!"

The blood-clothed boy froze in place, frightened by the sudden madness of the man in front of him, his pale face became even paler, and he shook his hand on the collar: "You, you, let me go..."

A ray of ghost energy turned into a sword and shot at Gu Yu quickly. Gu Yu let go of the blood-clothed boy and dodged to dodge, looking viciously at the person coming.

Xuebai fell in front of his younger brother, looked at the person with a smile on his face, fanned the fan in his hand, and looked him up and down: "I don't know what's going on with this, this brother from the demon clan when he went to the ghost world? , I apologize to you. But if you find trouble for no reason, don’t blame me for killing you.”

The tyrant curled his lips, and glanced at the two men coldly. The magic mist in his hand transformed into a blood jade magic flute, and asked paranoidly: "Say, is Anu here with you?"

Seeing the blood jade magic flute in the man's hand, Xue Bai frowned tightly. Could it be that the man in front of him is a god and demon?

Keenly aware of the danger, a smile appeared on his blood-white face: "Anu? Are you talking about Immortal Qingya? I haven't seen Qingya for a long time since we left a hundred years ago. My lord, you came here by mistake. place."

The tyrant didn't believe it, and stared at them with red eyes: "No, Anu will definitely be here! Even a god will come here after death!"

Raising the blood jade magic flute in his hand, the magic mist around him became thicker and thicker, and it seemed that he was about to lose control.

Xuebai's face changed drastically, he blocked the younger brother behind him tightly, and said loudly: "Wait a minute! If your lord really wants to find Qingya, there is a magic lamp in heaven, which can gather the remaining consciousness of the dead god!"

Xueyi looked at the demon in front of his brother suspiciously, wondering why he said that Qingya was dead, if Qingya died, the heavens would have changed a long time ago, with Tianjun's temperament, he would not be disturbed when he learned that Qingya was dead It was a mess.

Now the heavens are quiet and quiet, which means that Qingya is living well, but I don't know why this demon thinks that Qingya is dead.

Although he understands that Qingya is not dead, he will not tell this demon, who made him break the spoon that Qingya gave him!

The demon fog around the tyrant dissipated, his black eyes fixed on Xuebai, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "What you said is true!"

Xuebai breathed a sigh of relief, if the demon god went crazy in his ghost world, his ghost world would be destroyed in all likelihood

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"What I said is true. The magic lamp is in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. If you want to know the truth, you can just ask."

The tyrant's black eyes were deep, and he looked at the sincere blood-white eyes, turned around and turned into a magic mist to leave here.

The dense magic mist floated in the ghost world for an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

Seeing him leave, Xuebai breathed a sigh of relief, and fanned his fan to ease his complicated mood, so he had time to think carefully about what the man said.

What he meant seemed to be that Qing Ya was dead?

But Xuebai's reaction was the same as that of his younger brother Xueyi, if Qingya really died, the heaven would have changed a long time ago, how could it be so quiet there?

"Brother, what do you think is the relationship between Qingya and him? I seem to smell Qingya's scent on him?"

The bloody clothes showed a head from behind his brother, and the bloody clothes turned into a bright color under the gloomy sky, attracting the new souls to walk towards him.

Xue Bai closed the fan and shook it, then waved back the spoon in his brother's hand: "I don't know, you work hard, brother go back first."

Thinking of the new plaything locked in the hall, he couldn't wait to leave here.

Although the new plaything was sent by Qingya, Qingya doesn't know that he hasn't played with a man who can give birth.

Xuebai licked his lips, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and walked towards the young man on the bed.

Xue Yi curled his lips, secretly thinking that his brother would regret it sooner or later, if this ghost died, it would really be dead.

On the other side, the sky has already brightened in the world, and the tyrant came out from the gate of the ghost world, and his soul returned to his body.

Thinking of the spotlight that the man said, he hugged the boy ecstatically and rubbed his little face: "Good boy, we will see daddy soon, isn't the boy as happy as daddy?"

"Woo..." The little baby was woken up by his father from his sleep, opened his glass-like deer eyes, opened his mouth and began to cry loudly: "Wow..."

The tyrant gently shook the baby in his arms in a panic, his movements were skillful but unfamiliar: "Be good, be good, don't cry, don't cry, go to sleep..."

The little baby sniffed, and fell asleep again with his fists clenched in his father's arms.

The tyrant heaved a sigh of relief, carefully carried the baby and put him on the dragon bed.

In the study, I looked for ancient books and looked for the spotlight.

The concentrating lamp is an artifact of the heavens, a weapon left by the ancient gods. It was found by the gods and placed in the treasure pavilion. It can condense the consciousness of the dead gods and reshape the gods.

In the dimly lit study room, the tyrant sank into the dragon chair, with no clear expression on his drooping face.

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Heaven

Sitting on the side of the bed, Jiang Shen reflected the unconscious Qing Ya in his eyes, tucked the quilt for him, got up and left.

Standing outside the gate of the Immortal Mansion, he looked at the Immortal Mountain in the distance with deep eyes. There was a tomb on the Immortal Mountain, and in the tomb was his favorite person.

Thinking of the disciple who treated him like that, he rolled his deep throat and let out a soft sigh, and flew towards the fairy mountain with his sword in a green suit.

He left an enchantment outside the Immortal Mansion, except for Qing Ya and him, no one can enter the Immortal Mansion.

Now that Qingya is still in a coma, Jiang Shen went to Xianshan's grave.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Jiang Shen stretched out his hand to touch the words engraved on it, his cold face softened a lot.

"Sister, brother is here to see you."

Through the tombstone, I seem to see the smiling younger sister again, wearing a red wedding dress to marry the man I love.

It's just that the man was not a good man, and he killed his wife for the sake of righteousness.

From then on, Jiang Shen began to practice the ruthless way, and told the villain who killed his wife that he could ascend to the heaven even if he didn't kill his wife.

In the end, he succeeded and ascended to the heavens. His status was even higher than that villain. Seeing the ugly expression on that man's face, Shen laughed for the first time, laughing that the man could only ascend by killing his wife, not relying on his own strength. .

However, he is not the orthodox ruthless way after all, even he himself does not know whether it was the ruthless way of ascension or the sword way of ascension...

Thinking of Wang Qiu, her eyes flickered, and she realized that she had some shameful feelings for him, she closed her eyes and forced herself not to think about it.

Opening his eyes, the coldness returned to his eyes, and he stood in front of the tombstone expressionlessly, the green clothes on his body being blown up by the wind: "Sister, tell me, what does it look like to be tempted..."

After staying under the tomb for a long time, Jiang Shen raised his eyes and looked at the sky. There was a dense magic fog on the sky.

The coercion of people is very familiar, like the gods and demons from a long time ago.

Looking at the direction where the magic mist was heading, she silently withdrew her gaze and returned to the Immortal Mansion.The affairs of the heavens have nothing to do with him, even if the magic mist goes to the heavens, it is Tianjun's business.

He didn't remove the barrier outside the Immortal Mansion, in case the cloud of magic mist came over and hurt Qingya, Qingya's divine body seemed to have been attacked, and the injury was very serious.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he helped Qing Ya up, palm to palm to comb the spiritual veins in the god's body and send spiritual power for him.

Wen Nu's eyelashes trembled slightly, his closed eyes wrinkled in pain, looking at the scene in front of him, he struggled to pounce on it.

"Do not……"

"Do not……"

"Gu Yu..."

Gu Yu, who was wearing Xuanyi emperor's clothes, was pierced by thousands of arrows, kneeling on the ground with weak legs, and seeing his beloved boy crying with red eyes, he forced a comforting smile.

"Don't be afraid... Anu..."

Wen Nu broke away from Xue Yuan behind him, ran towards the blood man in the middle, cried and buried him in his arms, tears falling on Gu Yu's body, mixed with the blood.

"Gu Yu, I don't want you to die..."

Shaking his hands and not daring to touch the long arrow on his body, his face was covered with tears from crying.

Gu Yu touched the young man's cheek with his blood-stained hand, rubbed his thumb to wipe away the tears on it, and opened his mouth to speak intermittently, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Anu..."

"Anu..."

The emperor who was pierced by thousands of arrows finally closed his eyes, and Wen Nu hugged the man's waist tightly, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"No, I don't want you to die..."

In the empty palace, there was only Wen Nu's desperate cry. The national teacher Xue Yuan slowly walked up to Wen Nu, pulled him up, and ordered someone to drag Gu Yu's body down.

"Do not--"

Wen Nu stretched out his hand to hold Gu Yu, but Xue Yuan held his wrist tightly, with such strength that he was about to crush his bones.

But Wen Nu didn't seem to feel the pain, crying and trying to catch up and snatch Gu Yu back.

Seeing the man throw Gu Yu into the fire, Wen Nu couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

In the pitch-black space, Wen Nu's consciousness fluctuated, and the ball of light floated in mid-air, emitting light.

"Are you sure you want to give up, this is the only chance, if you miss it, you can never get back

home. "The ball of light was shining white, and the sound of the machine was cold, but Wen Nu has been with it so far, how could he not understand the concern in the words.

After a long silence, Wen Nu cried and nodded: "Yes, I want him to live. He couldn't even leave his body because I was pierced by thousands of arrows. I am willing to give up and go home to give him peace and glory for the rest of his life..."

The ball of light flickered and did not speak. After waiting for a long time, he sighed heavily: "Host, as you wish."

The white ball shone brightly, and Wen Nu suddenly lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Nu finally became conscious again, felt the spiritual power coming from his palm, and forced himself to wake up from the darkness.

Opening his eyes slowly, seeing Jiang Chen sitting in front of him, he said in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Chen? You...?"

Seeing Shen Qingya wake up, he forcefully transmitted the spiritual power to him, withdrew his hand and quickly got out of bed, and supported Qingya to let him lie down.

"You're awake. I saw that your body was damaged, so I made a special effort to sort it out. How do you feel now?"

Wen Nu lowered his eyelids slightly and felt for a while, seeing that the spirit veins had been completely repaired, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, Wen Nu said with a smile: "I'm much better."

With no expression on Jiang Shen's cold face, he nodded and said, "That's good, you should have a good rest first, and call me if you need something."

Glancing at Qingya's red eye sockets, she turned around silently and left here, leaving Qingya with space to ease her mood.

Watching Jiang Shen leave, Wen Nu couldn't help biting the quilt and weeping silently, tears wet his cheeks.

He remembered it all...

But so what...

The current Gu Yu is not him...

Thinking of Gu Yu Wan's arrow piercing his heart to death in his previous life, he would end up in a sea of ​​flames...

Wen Nu cried so much that he was about to faint, grabbed the clothes around his heart, curled up and hugged himself into a ball.

"Gu Yu..."

"I'm in so much pain..."

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Wen Nu fell asleep crying, tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

In the dream, it seemed as if he had returned to the past. At that time, he had just transmigrated into this world, and followed the system's instructions to attack the villain, that is, Gu Chao's famous national teacher Xue Yuan.

But he didn't expect to fall in love with Gu Yu who was next to Xue Yuan in the end, Gu Chao, the tyrant who has been infamous for thousands of years.

When he was cheated into marriage by Xue Yuan

At that time, it was Gu Yu who rescued him, robbed him of the marriage and took him away from the Imperial Teacher's Mansion, making him his only queen.

If it hadn't been for Xue Yuan's rebellion because of the robbery, how could Gu Yu have been buried in the sea of ​​flames by thousands of arrows, and there was not even a body left behind.

It's all his fault, it's all because of him that Gu Yu died so miserably.

Thinking of the man covered in blood, Wen Nu in his sleep was in extreme pain, curled up tightly and wept silently.

Gu Yu, who was missed by others, had already arrived at the heavenly realm at this time, hiding in the dark with fierce eyes, dressed in black, and holding a map of the heavenly realm in his hand.

Looking at the heavenly soldier guarding the Tianmen, he curled his lips and released a wisp of magic mist. Soon the magic mist penetrated into the heavenly soldier's body, and within a moment he closed his eyes and lay down on the ground.

Putting away the map, Gu Yu walked out from the darkness, passed through the gate of heaven, turned into a magic mist and dispersed into the air, and quickly swept towards the Treasure Pavilion along the recorded path.

At this time, the heavenly world was very quiet, and there were no heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the Treasure Pavilion, which gave the tyrant a chance.

The magic mist condensed from all around, Gu Yu appeared in front of the Treasure Pavilion door, glanced at the surrounding enchantment, and stepped forward with a cold face.

Without the bloodstone earrings on the earlobe, Gu Yu's magical power would not be restrained, and he could easily break the barrier of the Treasure Pavilion.

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, the aloof god suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice penetrated the entire heaven.

"The demon world is coming, all the gods go to the Treasure Pavilion."

Shanshui Immortal Venerable stood next to the god, holding the gun in his hand, and asked suspiciously when he heard the words: "Brother, hasn't the demon world disappeared for a long time, why did you suddenly go to the heaven?"

The tall god with cold eyebrows and bare feet slowly got up and went down the steps. Behind him was the golden wheel artifact spinning, emitting a faint golden light.

"Let's go and meet that demon."

"Yes, brother."

Shanshui quickly walked half a step behind his brother, and the two figures soon appeared in the Treasure Pavilion.

Gu Yu had already found the magic lamp, glanced at the glazed lamp in his hand, put it away carefully, and turned into magic mist out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Seeing the god standing outside the door, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the palm demon turned into a flute of blood jade and flew towards the two of them.

Shan Shui, who was wearing a golden armor, didn't even want to wave it to block it