The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The black-haired king in red stretched out his hand to hook it, and the red silk curtain fell down.

His voice sounded softly in the tent, with a strange light in his eyes: "This is what the teacher provoked, please don't let me down."

As soon as the words fell, his temperament changed subtly.

The ostentatious violence belonging to the superior has disappeared, leaving only the conquesting pride.

Beitang Hanye's hand was still on his waist, seeing him leaning towards him.

In the ambiguous light that penetrated through the red silk curtain, the emperor's eyes and voice became different from before, as if he had changed from a hunter to a seductive prey.

Although in this illusion, Chu Yiyang has always been the superior and the character to be pleased by others, but he has proved that even if he has amnesia, he is still the young master of the Acacia Sect, and every inch of his body can be turned into a weapon to catch prey.

Whether it's fingers or lips, they all seem to have magical powers, and every place he touches will burn with scorching flames.

And the string of golden bells on his ankles, which rang lightly with the owner's movements, could arouse the most secret desire in the heart.

The night wind blowing from outside the window couldn't extinguish the heat in the tent, a piece of peach blossom was blown by the wind and landed on the shoulder of the old eunuch guarding the entrance of the hall.

With a dust whisk on his arm, the old eunuch who was dutifully standing guard looked over his shoulder, and then raised his hand to brush away the annoying peach blossoms.

After blowing the petals, he put down his hands and looked at the sky in the spring night.

Today is His Majesty's big day, the guards were expelled to a place some distance away from the palace, and he was the only one guarding here.

The old eunuch expressed emotion, from now on, His Majesty will have his wish fulfilled.

With Bai Shangshu by his side, the hostility in his temper might be reduced a bit.

After a while, he looked away from the starry sky, thought for a while, and listened to the movement in the hall.

The fuzzy sounds coming from the depths of the palace, especially the bursts of faint bells, were full of rhythm and vibrated occasionally.

Even if he couldn't see what was going on inside, through such an ambiguous voice, it seemed that the picture was presented in front of him.

Even though the old eunuch was well-informed, he couldn't help but blush, and quickly stood up straight outside the hall, thinking to himself: "I hope your Majesty will not be unrestrained, and I hope that Lord Shangshu can hold on."

In the distance, just as a group of guards carrying lamps passed under the palace wall, a few black figures in night clothes jumped over from the other side of the wall, and slammed onto the top of the wall silently in the night wind.

The weapons in the hands of all of them were painted black so that they did not reflect light at night, and they all wore masks on their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

Looking at the illuminated but unguarded palace, and seeing the old eunuch guarding alone outside the gate, the leader of the group of men in black raised his hand and motioned for them to follow him to the back of the palace.

The night wind blew in through the open window, causing the red silk curtain to flutter non-stop, revealing the entangled figures inside.

The peach blossom petals blown in from the outside piled up on the ground and were pushed and rolled towards the depths of the palace.

Suddenly, the bell in the tent rang, and someone laughed.

The red gauze tent suddenly floated up with the movements of the people inside, and when it fell, the face of the inferior was exposed.

Lying on the pillow, the king's robes are disheveled, his chest is bare, and his eyes are bright with mischief.

He looked at the people who oppressed him in turn, looked at the emotionally fluctuating faces in front of him, and saw people who were like exiled immortals being pulled down from the clouds by him and stained with the filth of the world of mortals. It's so much fun.

Beitang Hanye saw him looking at him, his left leg was still free and gently rubbed against the soft brocade quilt, and the golden bell on his ankle made intermittent sounds during the rubbing: "Teacher, how are you pleasing me? "

There is no need to answer this question, just listen to the disturbed breath of the other person in the account, look at his increasingly red lips and eyes that have completely turned into pure black, and he will know.

The red-clothed tyrant, who had little experience of being suppressed but didn't feel any discomfort at the moment, looked at him, and saw the hand that was slender as jade, but which kept pushing him away, stretched out toward his face.

The fingertips were weightless, and they slid down his chest like a feather, making his breath stop.

He was able to influence his teachers.

His teachers had no small influence on him.

It's just that the person staring at him deeply didn't move as he thought.

When the cool fingertips left his loose skirt, his teacher took something casually from the side.

The red-clothed tyrant turned his eyes and looked at his other hand, and saw that it was the belt that he had just removed to bind his hands.

The soft red cloth was picked up by the person wearing only the white jacket, and it was blindfolded towards the eyes.

The red cloth blocked the eyes that made people want to be stared at by him all the time. Compared with his pale complexion and long black hair, it presented a thrilling beauty.

Seeing the slender hands grabbing the two ends of the belt and knotting it behind his head, and then putting it down again, the smile in the tyrant's eyes faded instantly: "Teacher, you don't want to see my face like that?"

The behavior of the person in front of him made him feel like his behavior just now was a joke.

But before he got angry, the hands that picked up the belt fell back on him again, with scorching heat and a more undisguised desire to control than before.

"Do not."

Without vision, trapped in this body and without consciousness, you can only rely on hands, touch, and body temperature to determine the person in front of you.

Like being in a cave.

Beitang Hanye leaned closer to him, his voice was almost a whisper, "This is to see you better."

The bright red robe was torn apart, and layers of cloth bloomed at his fingertips like epiphyllum. In this space, it seemed that there were only two people's fierce heartbeats left.

It was the first time that he surrendered under the oppression of others, and the violent and perverse king was aroused by such a touch. The body heat was mobilized, and the bright magic lines spread from under the skin, and he also felt it from the fingertips and palms. Longing, seeking, and more intense, almost loving illusions.

There was a slightly confused look on his face, but when the other person approached him, his body naturally leaned against him, opened to him, his arms also left the shackles of the robe, and wrapped around the body of the person on his body. neck.

The brocade quilt was rubbed into a mess, and the sound of golden bells came from behind the red silk tent.

Beitang Hanye held his face and exchanged kisses with him, and what he got from him was still a tyrant's enthusiastic response, as if the kiss had also become a battle.

The body in his arms was slender and slender, which was different from the slenderness of the young man, and it was tightly attached to him.

Sword Master's fingertips trembled slightly, and slid down the slender calf under the robe, touching the ringing golden bell.

Just a little.

These four words came to his mind, and he was only short of the last point before he could be sure if this was the person he was looking for.

The throbbing pain that had stopped came back again, attacking his chest.

Beitang Hanye ignored the pain and completely tore off the petal-like robes.

However, at this moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded from four directions outside the red silk tent at the same time!

The person who was immersed in the kind of enthusiasm that seemed to burn everything up turned his eyes cold instantly, and fell down on the spacious bed with the person in his arms.

Four swords painted black stabbed in from outside the red silk tent, smashing the luxurious cloth into pieces.

Fragments of red silk fell down one after another, and the figures of a dozen men in black appeared in the Xidian, which was arranged as a pepper room.

Before knowing what happened, the shoulders exposed to the air were wrapped in the robe again, and Chu Yiyang, who was left alone on the bed, heard the sound of swords clashing, and it took a while to get used to the light in the hall again.

He turned his head and looked towards the hall, and saw that the man in the middle coat somehow grabbed a sword from these assassins, and handed over to them with a sword skill so exquisite that it seemed that it did not exist in the world.

As soon as Beitang Hanye held the sword, he completely changed into a different person. With a flash of sword light, the swords of several people fell off their hands and fell to the ground, blood spattered on their wrists.

And the sword master who used this body to use exquisite swordsmanship paused in place, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood again. The line of blood lined his face that surpassed all four realms, making the real evil spirit on him even more intense. It's chilling.

The men in black realized that if he hadn't kept his hands back, these people would have their throats sealed with a sword if they met face to face.

The sound of weapons clashing in the palace alarmed the old eunuch guarding outside, his first reaction was to scream: "There are assassins! Escort! Escort!"

The guards who were sent far away quickly approached the palace when they heard the sound.

On the real historical line, 600 years ago tonight, the tyrant got married, the young master committed himself, and King Yan led the dead soldiers into the palace. There were troops outside and palace people inside, and the door was opened for him.

And the tyrant who thought that he could finally get what he wanted, that his younger brother was still under pressure on his fiefdom, one moment he saw his beloved under him, and the next moment he saw the other person being snatched into his brother's arms inside.

He was so angry that he almost went mad, the loyal old eunuch rushed in with the last group of loyal guards, pulled the crazy king and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, keep the green hills, even if there is no firewood!"

Now that the entire imperial city is under the control of King Yan, what they can do now is to retreat from the secret passage known only to the emperors of the past, and retreat to the eastern suburbs of the imperial mausoleum.

However, the rest of his people died in the battle that broke out in the secret passage, and there were already people waiting at the exit.

In the end, a generation of tyrants could be said to be besieged on all sides, with all the relatives and relatives deserted. They were shot and killed by their younger brothers at the exit of the secret road. After death, they were buried outside the imperial mausoleum.

However, this is the real historical line, and tonight in the illusion, the development will not be like this.

Seeing the sword master in white who had snatched a sword at the first moment of the encounter and crippling several of their masters, seeing the abnormal blush on his face and the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, he led the group of men in black to attack. The leader who came in hastily stopped his subordinates from moving: "Stop!"

Beitang Hanye saw that he raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing a face he was not unfamiliar with.

His Royal Highness King Yan looked at him faithfully, and said anxiously: "Teacher, the teacher is me!"

Facing the teacher's cold and unfamiliar eyes, Xie Changle's gaze swept over him and came to the sword.

He didn't know when his teacher had such a good swordsmanship, and why he came to save him, he was not happy at all!

His Royal Highness Yan Wang thought about it, then looked at the other person who was still lying on the bed, and saw his perverse and tyrannical brother propping his head on one hand, lying on his side on the bed with his shoulders half exposed, looking like he was watching a good show expression.

——Although I don't know when their teacher became a master of swordsmanship, which man can be interrupted at this time and not go berserk?

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younger brother:? ? ?

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