The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Gu Wen was hugged by his father and gradually fell asleep, his little face was full of tears, and his fleshy hands tightly held his father's hair.

The tyrant's eyes were scarlet, staring straight at the child in the brocade quilt, the veins on his face were covered with black magic mist.

The hand that patted the baby's back gradually became stiff. Realizing that he was about to lose control, he bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake. He put the baby on the bed, set up a barrier, turned around and went to the study, shutting himself inside.

In an instant, the magic fog came out of his body and filled the entire study room. Gu Yu knelt in the middle of the magic fog, surrounded by them.

Opening his blood-red eyes, he strangled the bloodthirsty killing intent in his mind, and cast a spell to bind his hands and feet, preventing himself from leaving the study and hurting the child.

The tyrant curled up on the cold floor, breathing heavily with his mouth open. After an unknown amount of time, the black mist in the study gradually dissipated and penetrated into his body.

The red mist covering the black eyes dissipated, revealing those deep and dangerous black eyes.

Thinking of not seeing the fairy leader again tonight, a tear slipped from the end of his eyes, he curled up and did not get up from the ground, and just leaned against the cold floor and opened his eyes all night.

The next day, the sun rose high and cast a lot of sunlight into the study, covering the people on the ground with warmth.

The tyrant curled up on the floor for most of the night, but now seeing the sun, he waved his hands and removed the ropes on his hands and feet, turned over and lay on top of him, his limbs stretched out weakly.

The Xuanyi was already wrinkled out of shape, and the long black hair was scattered on the ground in a mess.

When the dark guard Li Ran appeared, he saw the master's appearance. He didn't dare to look at him and quickly withdrew his gaze. He clasped his fists and knelt on the ground on one knee: "Return to the master, my subordinates have found out something about the murder of the empress."

The tyrant's empty and numb black eyes turned around, and only after he realized that the dark guard mentioned the fairy head, there was a light in his eyes in an instant, and he struggled to get up from the ground, his head was dizzy for a moment and almost fell to the ground, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick. Standing on the ground, he frowned and said to the dark guard, "Say."

The dark guard Li Ran glanced at the master, saw the blue veins on the master's face, and was stunned for a moment. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to continue to report the news he had found: "Reporting to the master, this subordinate found the arrow, and there was a royal arrow on the arrow." sign."

He took out the arrow he found and handed it to the master in front of him.

The tyrant endured dizziness and took the arrow in the hands of the dark guard, and saw the engraved royal logo on the tail of the arrow.

Gu Yu suddenly clenched the arrow in his hand, frowning as he recalled how many people had royal bows and arrows.

"Li Ran."

Li Ran: "The subordinate is here."

Gu Yu remembered the piece of paper he saw during the soul search, got up and stumbled towards the desk, searched for a long time and found the exact same paper as the one he saw during the soul search.

Handed it to the secret guard who followed behind, and ordered: "Go and check, anyone who uses this kind of paper will be taken to the dark prison alone!"

Li Ran took the paper carefully, and nodded in response: "Yes, master!"

After seeing off the hidden guards, the tyrant sat decadently in a chair, holding up the arrows in his hand to play with, and rubbing the royal logo on the end of the arrows with his thumbs.

The arrows of the royal emblem, and the fine paper...

Heh, he wants to see who killed the fairy...

Gu Yu's black eyes were dark and violent, he tightly grasped the arrow in his hand, put it into the ring casually, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

My head is still dizzy, and I haven't slept for two days and two nights, even a half-demon body can't bear it.

Clutching his head, he slowly moved to the sleeping room, and walked frivolously to the small couch by the window. The baby in the quilt was sleeping soundly, and hadn't woken up from his dream.

The tyrant closed his eyes, frowned and sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched out a finger and gently poked the child's hand. Seeing that he was sleeping so deeply, he rolled over and leaned against the head of the bed to rest for a while.

The dizziness became more and more serious, Gu Yu could only sit cross-legged in meditation, and walked the magic mist around his body, his head finally healed a lot, not as dizzy as before, only a little uncomfortable.

Putting his hands away, he hugged the sleeping child in his arms, and lightly brushed the little face that resembled a fairy with his fingers.

"Little Treasure and Daddy seem to be..."

"Why is Daddy willing to abandon Xiaobao..."

Thinking of something, the tyrant looked at the little baby with a gradually dangerous gaze.

If Little Treasure is injured, the Immortal Elder will come out to see him...

The little baby in the brocade quilt didn't feel the danger, even in his sleep, he still accurately grabbed the father's hair, clenched his hands tightly, and purred loudly.

Gu Yu moved his fingertips, staring at the child in the brocade quilt with heavy eyes, a red mist flashed in his eyes.

Wen Nu, who is far away from the Gushui faction, doesn't know what Gu Yu is thinking. If he knew, he would definitely teach him a lesson. Tiger poison doesn't even eat children, but you want to hurt your own children.

The sun was shining right outside the window, Wen Nu pushed the system next to him: "Qiaoqiu, get up."

Getting out of bed and applying a water purification formula to himself, all the dust on his body was washed away by spiritual power, and the long hair behind him was tied up casually, and there was a knock on the door.

"Immortal Venerable, the head of the sect asked the servants to bring you breakfast."

Wen Nu looked back at the system on the bed, Wen Sheng said to the person outside the door: "Put it somewhere."

The maid said yes, put down her breakfast and left Xianzun's room.

Wen Nu pushed the door open and took the breakfast and put it on the table. The system lying on the bed was still sleeping, which shows how miserable the sword practice was a few days ago.

Shaking his head, he went under the window, opened the window and sat cross-legged on the couch to meditate.

After he practiced reincarnation, Shang Qing'an finally woke up on the bed, got up from the bed limp and trembling, the gray Taoist robe on his body was wrinkled from his sleeping.

"Are you awake?" Wen Nu withdrew his gestures, got up from the couch with his sleeves thrown, and lightly performed a water purification formula on him with his fingertips.

Shang Qing'an nodded silently, moved to the table with legs that were not legs, and worked hard to eat.

Because he knew that if he escaped for a while, he would be discovered by the senior brother in his original body sooner or later. Now that he ate more, he would not be so tired when he practiced sword.

Wen Nu covered his lips and laughed, and squeezed a lot of lean meat into the system, asking him to replenish energy: "Thank you, we will leave in a few days."

When the system heard the words, it almost scrambled joyfully, and its eyes shone with metallic light: "Okay!"

It took the two of them half an hour to eat. After clearing the table, they opened the door and went out.

The senior brother stood guard outside the door sternly, looking straight at the junior brother next to the Fallen Angel.

Sure enough, the Li Gui subdued by the junior brother was right, the junior brother was indeed hiding in the Fallen Angel.

The moment Shang Qing'an saw the elder brother, his body stiffened for a moment, and he gestured towards the elder brother expressionlessly: "Eldest brother."

The senior brother snorted seriously: "Let's go, junior brother, this time the senior brother will watch you practice sword carefully."

Standing behind the elder brother, there was a dark light in the eyes of Tang Yan, a smile appeared on his face hidden in the black robe, and his red lips slightly curled up: "Prince Taoist, I will wait for you by the side."

Shang Qing'an gave the purple-haired boy a cold look, and followed behind the elder brother silently. Seeing this, Wen Nu followed, and a group of four came to the back mountain of the Gushui School with a strange atmosphere. There is a bamboo forest on the back mountain, which is just convenient practice sword.

The system is very angry now, especially seeing the hypocritical smile of the purple-haired boy. If it weren't for him, he could still hide with the host for a while, and he wouldn't be discovered by the senior brother so soon and taken to practice swords.

For a moment, Shang Qing'an's sword was sharp, with a little anger.

Wen Nu was sitting on a stone beside him, watching the system practice his sword with an upright posture.

Wen Nu ascended to the upper realm as a sword cultivator in this life, so he can naturally see that the system's sword energy at this time is mixed with anger.

Who made the system angry like this?

As a robot, even if Qiuqiu falls into a human body, he still lacks the seven emotions and six desires, and does not understand the emotions, so he can see the emotional ups and downs of the system, Wen Nu is a little surprised, surprised that someone can make the system angry like this .

The corners of Tan Shi's lips pursed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the Taoist priest aggrievedly, as if he didn't understand why the Taoist priest was angry with him.

The black robe on his body was blown up by the piercing sword energy, revealing his long purple curly hair and those gray eyes filled with grievances.

When the senior brother saw the hair color of the Li Gui subdued by the junior junior brother, shock and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Hastily called to stop the junior brother who was still practicing sword, and waved to him to signal him to come over.

Shang Qing'an put away his long sword expressionlessly, and walked up to the elder brother and the purple-haired boy with a cold face.

Seeing this, Wen Nu frowned slightly, got up and walked over.

The senior brother patted the younger junior brother on the shoulder earnestly: "Junior brother, I didn't expect you to subdue the ghost king."

Shang Qing'an cast a glance at Xan Xing beside him and said nothing, but Wen Nu was a little surprised, he didn't expect Xing Xing to be the king of ghosts.

The weak Chao Taoist showed a flattering smile, lowered his head innocently and whispered: "Taoist, are you tired? I have prepared tea for you."

The system ignored Xun Ai directly, and hummed to the original senior brother.

There was a slight smile on the serious face of the elder brother, and he patted his younger brother on the shoulder again and again in relief: "I'm here first today, go back and rest!"

The system resisted the urge to dodge, and when the senior brother told him to go back to rest, his dark eyes lit up visibly with the naked eye: "Yes, senior brother."

Can't wait to drag the host away from the bamboo grove, and seeing the situation, Wan Na hurriedly followed, her knuckle hands tightly clutching the hat on her head to prevent it from being exposed to the sun of the Gushui school.

Different from the sunlight outside, the Gushui faction set up a formation on the mountain. No matter what kind of evil it is, if it shines on the Gushui faction, the exposed skin will be corroded.

He didn't want his face to be ruined, he still wanted to use this face to seduce the Taoist priest...

Cursing her red lips, she looked at the Taoist priest's figure with absolute certainty, and when she glanced at the white clothes from the corner of her eye, she was filled with cold killing intent.

The three of them returned to the residence, and when they left, they quickly squeezed into the Taoist room, took off the hats on their heads, and revealed that stunning face.

An impatience flashed in Shang Qing'an's eyes, he tugged at the clothes on his body, and wanted to go to the side room to take a bath and change clothes, but that purple-haired boy was very annoying and blocked his way.

Looking pitifully at the Daoist in front of him, he explained to him: "Daoist, I didn't mean to tell the big brother where you are, Brother Wennu."

As a system, Shang Qing'an can distinguish the true feelings of human beings, so he can see the disguise of the purple-haired boy at a glance.

"Get out and don't dirty my room."

Frozen in place, eyes reddened with grievance: "Why does the priest call me dirty every day, I have to take a good bath and change clothes..."

The coldness on the system's face became more and more: "Go out."

It was as if he was frightened by the Taoist priest, with tears in his eyes, it would be pitiful not to shed them: "Daoist priest, don't be angry, I'll go out now..."

Putting on the hat on his head, he reluctantly closed the door of the Taoist priest, with tears still in his gray eyes.

Thinking that the Taoist priest kept saying that he was dirty, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he turned on his toes, and walked down the mountain.

As early as when they entered the Gushui faction, the head Ouyang Ce gave them the tokens to enter and exit the barrier, and they went down the mountain easily.

At this time, the sun was just right, and he tightened his black robe and came to an empty dark alley. With his index finger and middle finger together, a heavy black door appeared, and the surrounding instantly became gloomy and cold.

A black figure walked out of the door, wearing a black robe similar to that of Shun, with only a pair of light green eyes exposed.

"grown ups."

Tan's red lips curled up, and he told him: "Go and find out Wen Nu's experience, I only give you five days."

The black robe with green eyes responded, and the figure gradually turned into a cloud of ghosts and disappeared into the dark alley.

Shun closed the black gate, turned around and left the alley, passed pastry sellers on the street, and bought a lot for the Taoist priest.

Carrying the things, he quickly returned to the Gushui school, and was stopped by Huasha just after entering the barrier.

Huasha looked around vigilantly, lowered her voice and said to him, "You went down the mountain?"

Han Yan glanced at her face coldly, and smiled mockingly with her red lips slightly hooked: "Why, can't it?"

Huasha turned pale when she heard the mocking laughter, she bit her lip and glanced at him: "Since you can go down the mountain, why don't you leave here quickly, if someone finds out your identity, you—"

Xin Yan interrupted her: "Madam head, I still have something to do, so I will take a step first."

Carrying the pastry and walking around Huasha, with a smile on her face, without even looking at her, she walked straight up the mountain, and when she got back to her residence, she knocked on the Taoist priest's door.

After waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the closed door in white clothes, with a vicious flash in her eyes.

The Taoist priest went to Bai Yi's room again!

The purple-haired boy clenched his hands and turned back to his room with a sullen face.

Near the enchantment, Huasha's eyes were slightly red, she was extremely anxious and frightened, for fear that Ouyang Ce would discover her identity and learn that she had lied to him back then.

No, she can't let Xuan destroy her current life...

Huasha hurried back to the mountain at her feet. Ouyang Ce saw Huasha whose clothes were a little messy, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him worriedly: "What's wrong? Why are you running so fast? Your face is sweating."

He took out a clean veil and carefully wiped off the sweat on her face.

Huasha lowered her eyes guiltily, shook her head and whispered, "It's okay."

Ouyang Ce didn't ask any further questions, and took her back to the room, and ordered his servants to prepare hot water: "Take a good hot bath, and I'll get you a clean dress."

Huasha looked at Ouyang Ce's leaving back and couldn't help crying, fearing that he would find out the truth.

After wiping the corners of his eyes, he took off his wet clothes and went into the bathtub to take a bath to wash off the hot sweat from his body.

Ouyang Ce knew that Huasha had something to hide from him, but she didn't want to tell him and he wouldn't ask, so she opened the closet and took out the newly prepared dress, took it to the side of the bathtub, and hung the clothes on the hanger.

Huasha hid in the water, with the tails of her eyes raised, she hooked her hands towards Ouyang Ce on the shore: "Husband..."

Ouyang Ce slowly walked into the water along Huasha's fingers, took off his clothes and put them on the ground.

On the other side, Wen Nu and the system were sitting at the table, fiddling with the map in their hands.

He's been in the Gushui pie long enough, now he has to hurry to find the remaining herbs.

The closest to them should be Baicheng where Cuicao is located. It is south of the capital and north of Haicheng. It takes an afternoon for Yujian to fly.

"Host, when are you leaving?" The system asked the host to put away the map.

Wen Nu thought for a moment: "Tomorrow, we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Thinking of Gu Yu's face, red lips pursed slightly, and worry flashed in his eyes, hoping to find other herbs to make an antidote to hemorrhage soon.

The night came soon, and there was a knock on the door, and the servant girl stood outside and said softly: "Xianzun, the master invites you to have dinner."

Wen Nu frowned, just in time to take this opportunity to tell Ouyang Ce that they will leave tomorrow, his eyes signaled the system to join him, and the two left the room.

I don't know how long I waited outside the door, but when I saw the Taoist priest come out, my eyes lit up, and I walked over with a smile.

"Daozhang, brother, let's go."

The servant girl led the way, and the three of them were led to the previous hall, where many people sat.

The elder brother saw the younger brother nodded, and after the three of them sat down, Ouyang Ce said, "Let's serve."

The servant nodded, and clapped his hands to let the servant girl serve the dishes one by one. Ouyang Ce talked about the fact that the cultivator was drained of energy while the dishes were not ready.

The elder brother clasped his fists at the head of the sect: "I have already found out some information, those who sucked those cultivators were from the ghost world, and there were traces of fingernails on the bodies of those people."

Huasha secretly glanced at the one sitting at the bottom, unconsciously twisting the handkerchief in her hand.

Ouyang Ce saw a flash of worry in his eyes, and put a piece of pastry in front of her.

"Ma'am, are you tired?"

Huasha shivered in shock, forced a smile and shook her head: "No, husband, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ouyang Ce nodded worriedly, always paying attention to the people next to him, Huasha was afraid of being discovered, so she didn't dare to keep staring at Xun, and only prayed that they would not discover the identity of the person from the ghost world.

Sensing Huasha's gaze, Tang Bing's face remained unchanged, with a simple smile, he poured tea for the Taoist priest, only seeing the existence of the Taoist priest as if others were nothing but air.

The elder brother continued to talk about what he found, and asked with a serious face: "Master Ouyang, I don't know if there are people from the ghost world in Haicheng. The murderer should be among them."

Ouyang Ce frowned: "The Gushui faction imprisoned a person from the ghost world, and he escaped, but at that time, the head of the merchant just traveled to Haicheng, so he killed that ghost. Could it be that those cultivators were all sucked clean by the ghost?" of?"

The senior brother looked at the junior brother: "Junior brother, what's going on? Why haven't I heard from you? Are you injured?"

Ouyang Ce paused, and silently looked at their brothers.

Shang Qing'an got up and stood up, humming to his senior brother: "No injury, that ghost was sucking ordinary people at that time, so I executed him on the spot."

The senior brother frowned, and solemnly told the junior fellow: "Be careful in the future, and remember to practice swordsmanship more frequently."

A metallic light flashed in Shang Qing'an's eyes, and when he heard the big brother's words being messed up, he nodded stiffly and sat back on his seat with a blank expression. Let's practice sword together.

A cold gleam flashed in the eyes of the man next to him when he heard the words "rectify the law on the spot", regretting not being able to torture that Shang Qing'an well to avenge his brother.

At the beginning, my brother was imprisoned by Ouyang Ce in the Gushui faction because of Huasha, and he finally escaped but was killed by Shang Qing'an. It was all because of that damned Taoist priest. If it wasn't for his brother, how could he die!

There was a ghostly aura under the black robe, if it wasn't for the black robe's ability to contain the ghostly aura, he would have been subdued by the sanctimonious people sitting here long ago.

Seeing that they had finished talking about the cultivator being sucked, Wen Nu said to Ouyang Ce: "Ouyang, we are going down the mountain tomorrow, we have been bothering for too long and we should leave."

Ouyang Ce hurried to the side of Qingya Immortal Venerable, Huasha followed closely after seeing this, and stood side by side with Ouyang Ce.

"Brother, why are you going down the mountain suddenly, I..."

The corners of Wen Nu's lips rose slightly, and he said with a gentle smile, "I have something to go to Baicheng, the sooner I go, the better."

Ouyang Ce lowered his head in disappointment, and opened his mouth bitterly: "Okay, tomorrow I'll send my brother off..."

Huasha's face was also disappointed, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

When Qingya leaves, Xinyi will follow them down the mountain, so there is no need to worry about Ouyang discovering her concealment.

Wen Nu didn't agree or refuse, thinking that when the time came, he would go directly down the mountain and leave without alarming the Gushui faction.

After dinner, Shang Qing'an was called over by the senior brother, and looked at the host for help before leaving, but Wen Nu couldn't stop the senior senior brother from seeing his junior brother, so he had to watch the system being forcibly taken away.

From the corner of his eyes, he secretly glanced at the white clothes, turned around and followed the Taoist leader, the black figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Wen Nu went back to the room alone, and seeing the moonlight outside the window, he sat cross-legged on the couch and meditated, giving him some strength for tomorrow's journey.

Far away in the imperial palace in the capital, Gu Yu had locked himself and his child in the dormitory for several days, guarding near the broken stones every day and night, waiting for the fairy elder to appear.

But since that day, he has never seen the fairy elder again.

The eyes looking at Hai'er became more and more dangerous, and the desire in his heart grew stronger, and he couldn't help but want to hurt Hai'er, which caused the fairy to appear.

Gu Wen didn't notice the danger coming, waving his little hands and giggling, his fleshy face glowing in the moonlight.

The tyrant struggled to get up from the ground, knelt on the couch with his legs, and stared deeply at the child in the brocade quilt with his phoenix eyes.

The little baby smiled more and more happily when he saw his father, his deer eyes curved into crescent moons.

Gu Yu held the baby's neck unconsciously with both hands, and the temperature of the baby's body was continuously transmitted from his palms, reminding him that what he was holding was the baby's delicate and fragile lifeblood that could be injured if he was not careful.

The tyrant withdrew his hand suddenly, as if being scalded by something, closed his eyes and held the child tightly in his arms, the face under the moonlight was even more weird and frightening.

"Little Treasure..."

"Little Treasure..."

The little baby was very itchy from being rubbed by the father, and the little hand weakly pushed the father's chin, giggling with his mouth open showing the toothless meat bed.

Gu Yu buried his face in the baby's chest, rubbed it lightly, hugged him and leaned against the bedside with red eyes, his dark eyes reflected the moon in the sky.

The broken stones were scattered all over the ground, and the surrounding light gradually dissipated under the moonlight. When there was no more white light, the breathing loam lost its effect.

Another night of sleeplessness, Gu Yu's eyes were black and blue the next day, and he reached out to support his dizzy head, his face was pale and bloodless, and the veins on his face were hideous and scary.

Seeing those broken stones on the ground, the depression of the whole day broke out in an instant, and he swept away the stones on the ground with a sullen face, and his voice was dry and hoarse: "It's all fake... It's all fake..."

The stone hit the wall with a click and cracked. Gu Yu's face suddenly ached sharply when he heard the sound, and he covered his face with his hands and kept pulling. His fingernails were stained with blood, and the blood on his veins was entangled with the magic mist.

"Well……"

The tyrant knelt on the ground in pain, and the blood flowed across his face. The whole face was hot and painful, as if it had been put into magma.

Blood fell to the ground, staining the floor of the dormitory, long hair was disheveled behind, and some were stained crimson by the blood.

Gu Yu panted heavily, let go of his hands, the devil blood on his face gradually calmed down and returned to its proper place, but his whole face was covered with scars from scratching by himself, and the bright red blood flowed uncontrollably .

The tyrant took a deep breath, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he waved his hands to cover his face with the magic mist. The wound healed quickly under the effect of the magic mist, but what he didn't know was that those blue and black marks stubbornly did not disappear.

Seeing that the ground was stained with his blood, he knelt on the ground with his fingers curled up and his legs, supporting the ground with one hand and cleaning the floor with the other.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the hall, Zhang Quan'an's nervous palms were sweaty, and he stood cautiously bent over to the side, waiting for His Majesty in the dormitory to speak.

Gu Yu's expression turned ugly, and he said hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Quan'an wiped the sweat off his face, and replied with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, there is news from the secret prison that Concubine An has been sentenced to death, and the Zuo Xiang and his family have all been exiled to the border."

There was no sound from the bedroom, Zhang Quanan's body began to tremble, and suddenly the door of the bedroom was opened, Zhang Quanan lowered his head tightly and knelt on the ground with a plop: "I have seen Your Majesty!"

Wu Naike knelt next to Eunuch Zhang, lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the Son of Heaven: "I have seen Your Majesty."

The tyrant snorted coldly, and shook his sleeves: "Get up, the other people in the dark prison are dishonest."

Zhang Quan'an stood up shaking his legs: "Return to Your Majesty, all the empresses in the dark prison are safe and orderly, and there is no one who is dishonest."

The tyrant hummed, his face became paler under the sun, he supported the eunuch beside him dizzily, Zhang Quan'an saw His Majesty's face, his eyes widened in horror, and he stammered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...your, your face... ..."

The tyrant didn't hear clearly, and asked with a frown, "What?"

Zhang Quanan didn't dare to talk too much, and looked for excuses with a pale face: "Your Majesty, do you want to ask the imperial physician to take a look?"

Gu Yu's face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice that there is no need, and told Wu Naike to watch the prince carefully, and led Zhang Quan'an to the dark prison.

He wants to see if there are any accomplices who hurt the fairy, especially those who are close to the royal family.

Along the way, the court ladies and eunuchs knelt down on the ground with pale faces, trembling with fright at His Majesty's face, fearing that His Majesty would see and cut off their heads.

Zhang Quanan hesitated whether to tell His Majesty, but His Majesty was so imposing that he didn't dare to go forward and say more.

Soon at the gate of the dark prison, the guard guarding the gate saw the blue veins on His Majesty's face and his pupils shrinking, he hurriedly lowered his head and pretended not to see anything.

Gu Yu walked into the dark prison step by step with a blank face. The harem concubines who were locked in the cage suddenly saw the monster walking in the dark, screamed in fright, and kicked their legs back.

The tyrant's face instantly darkened and his voice was low and hoarse: "Shut up!"

Ouyang Xi widened his eyes, hid behind the other concubines, and secretly looked at the blue veins on the tyrant's face. Seeing the magic mist filling it, he knew that the blood in his body was out of control.

Her eyes flickered, thinking that when her parents came to pick her up, she must tell them the news. It would not be a good thing for them to have the blood out of control.

The concubine recognized His Majesty's voice, curled up in the corner and hugged her legs tightly, and was so frightened by His Majesty's face that she was so weak and weak.

The tyrant's face was ashen, and he noticed something strange from their expressions, and shouted at Zhang Quan'an sharply: "Zhang Quan'an! Go and get a mirror for Gu!"

Zhang Quanan answered yes tremblingly, and ran to get the mirror in a panic.

The tyrant ordered the guards in the dark prison to bring them all out, took out the paper from his sleeve, and shook it in the air: "Tell me, whoever used this paper, as long as you tell, I will let her leave the palace." .”

The concubines looked at each other and looked at the paper in His Majesty's hand. It was high-quality rice paper of a hundred taels of silver per foot, which ordinary people could not afford, and even their father would not usually buy it for use.

After a moment of silence in the dark cell, Gu Yu squinted his eyes and glanced at the group of concubines, seeing from their expressions that there was nothing unusual about them.

Ouyang Xi had seen the national teacher like to use this kind of rice paper a long time ago, but even if she said it, the tyrant would definitely not believe it.

She lowered her head to get rid of the abnormality in her eyes, pretending not to know, just like the other concubines who were at a loss.

It happened that Zhang Quanan came back after taking the mirror, bent down and held the mirror in both hands and handed it to the emperor sitting on the chair, his face turned pale and he knelt on the ground with his head bowed tightly: "Your Majesty..."

Gu Yu cast him a glance, took the mirror to check his face.

A face full of veins was reflected in the bright and clear mirror. From under the eyes to the corners of the lips, there were hideous bluish-black marks all over.

The tyrant's pupils shrank, his hand holding the mirror froze, and he stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

After recovering, he threw away the mirror furiously: "Damn——"

Gu Yu couldn't help falling into a frenzy whenever he thought of the elder Xianchang seeing him like this, and lightly touched the veins on his face with shaking hands, his face was gloomy and violent.

"Damn-"

"damn it--"

His black eyes were stained with a layer of red mist, and he frantically looked at the people around him, his eyes filled with killing intent, wanting to kill all those who had seen his face.

"roll--"

"Close your eyes for Gu-"

Gu Yuxu covered his face and covered his face with magic mist to make those blue veins disappear, but it didn't work, the magic mist couldn't get rid of the disfigurement caused by the out-of-control magic blood.

Realizing this fact, the tyrant's throat rolled and he clenched his teeth. It must be because of this face that the celestial chief didn't show up these days.

Gu Yu was like a wild prey, suppressing the killing intent in his heart and dodging back to the bedroom, hiding in the darkness and retching.

He tightly covered the blue veins on his face with his hands, the tip of his tongue was bitten with blood, and his mouth and nose were full of a strong smell of iron rust.

Wu Naike was taken aback by His Majesty's sudden appearance, hugged the little prince tightly in his arms, and stammered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Gu Yu looked at Wu Naike fiercely with scarlet eyes, Wu Naike froze in place with a fierce and gloomy look, and hid behind with the little prince in his arms.

The tyrant walked up to the eunuch step by step, reached out and snatched the baby in his arms, and pointed to the outside of the hall with gritted teeth: "Get out——"

"His Majesty……"

Wu Naike glanced at the little prince who was being held in His Majesty's arms, gritted his teeth and turned to leave the bedroom.

With a bang, the heavy door was shut.

The eunuch leaned against the wall next to him weakly, his heart beating rapidly.

The door of the sleeping hall was closed, and the tyrant sat on the ground decadently, his legs were limp and drooping, and the child was lying on his lap, shaking the rattle and playing.

Covering his vein-ridden face with his hands, he turned his head to the side and retched.

Thinking of seeing this face that night, the magic fog on his body instantly lost control, and the tails of his eyes were scarlet.

Putting the baby on his lap on the bed, Gu Yu hid in a dark corner, letting the darkness swallow him up.

He waved his hand to summon the water mirror, which reflected his face, those veins were like disgusting bugs, covering his entire facial features, only around the eyes were clean.

Her fingertips brushed over those blue veins, her dark eyes were deep and dangerous, her sharp fingertips ruthlessly cut the flesh, blood flowed instantly.

But those blue veins seemed to be imprinted on the bones, no matter how much strength he used, even if his face became bloody and bloody, these blue and black marks still existed.

Gu Yu scratched his face like crazy, and the water mirror was accidentally splashed with blood, and slowly slipped down the handle and fell to the ground, stirring up a layer of blood.

The tyrant's hands were covered with blood, and there were blood streaks in his nails, but he seemed not to feel the pain, and lowered his head to stare at the blood on the ground.

The black mist covered the face, and the injuries disappeared and returned to normal, but the veins on the face in the water mirror were still there.

Gu Yu leaned against the wall numbly, looked up at the water mirror in the air, closed his eyes in disgust and waved away the water mirror, not wanting to see his own face.

Unknowingly, the sun was setting outside the window, and the bedroom gradually became dark. The baby lying on the bed woke up with a hungry stomach growling, and started to cry loudly when he couldn't find his father.

Hearing the child's voice, the stone-like tyrant moved his fingertips, gradually raised his eyelids to look in the direction of the voice, and slowly got up from the ground while supporting the wall.

The Xuanyi worn by emperors was crumpled and stained with blood, exuding a stench.

Gu Yu came to the bedside expressionlessly, and stared at the child in the brocade quilt condescendingly.

When Gu Wen saw his father, he wept pitifully and aggrievedly, and stretched out his arms to hug him as he cried: "Wow..."

It seems that he didn't see the blue veins on his father's face, nor was he frightened by his father's appearance.

Gu Yu's eyes drooped slightly, he bent down and hugged the baby in his arms, his big hands with well-defined bones covered the baby's face, just enough to cover that fleshy little face.

When Gu Wen saw his father hugging him, he immediately grinned happily and giggled, his small face swayed from side to side and rubbed against his father's palm.

The warmth in the palm was the temperature of the child's body, Gu Yu turned his black eyes and silently withdrew his hand, took out goat milk from the ring and used spells to warm it up to feed the child in his arms.

The little baby sucked the goat milk with his mouth open, drank it quickly, and his shriveled belly gradually became round.

The tyrant hugged the baby upright and patted his back until the baby hiccupped.

Played with the boy for a while, waited until he fell asleep again, put him on the bed, got up and left the inner hall.

Gu Yu stood in front of the scattered stones, stared at them silently, bent down and knelt on the ground to put them back together again, revealing the face of a fairy.

Thumbs groped for the deer eyes, and the voice was dry and hoarse: "Immortal head, do you dislike loneliness and disfigure yourself, that's why you don't come out..."

"Xianchang..."

"Don't dislike Gu, okay..."

Gu Yu's eyes were red, and he whispered to the stone, as if the immortal could hear him.

Having not slept for several days, and having lost so much blood just now, the tyrant finally passed out, lying on the floor limply, hugging the cold and lifeless stone tightly, as if he was hugging a fairy elder.

In the dream, he saw the fairy elder, it was the same sweet dream as before, which made him unwilling to wake up from the dream.

The sunlight gradually poured into the dormitory to illuminate the darkness. The baby on the bed slept too much last night and woke up very early today.

Playing with himself, I don't know how long it took to start crying, kicking hard on the brocade quilt that imprisoned him, and the bottom of his buttocks was wet and uncomfortable.

Gu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, and there was another empty and desolate room without the figure of a fairy.

He got up to see what was going on with the baby, and frowned slightly when he saw that the brocade quilt was wet, threw away the wet diaper brocade quilt, wiped the baby's buttocks and replaced him with a new one.

The butt felt comfortable, and the baby stopped crying, babbling and wanting to be hugged by the emperor.

Gu Yu lowered his eyes to tease the boy, and reached out to touch the veins on his face, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He waved his sleeves, and put on a mask on his face. The black mask had a metallic luster, and it was still cold even in the sun.

Only a pair of phoenix eyes were exposed under the mask, deep and dangerous, like a spring and a deep pool, into which one accidentally drowns.

The emperor started to go to the morning court again, but his temperament became more and more frightening. Although he didn't kill people at every turn, the group of ministers shivered because of the cold air radiating from his body.

As for whether to continue to resurrect