The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

"My dear boy, I have a surprise for you."

"……you're drunk?"

Yun Qi looked back incomprehensibly at the two jugs of wine on the jade table that was about to be completely cracked.In any case, he never expected that Su Yezi would be so intoxicated by alcohol.

Su Zizi frowned after hearing his voice, "You're just drunk."

But in the next moment, Su Yezi stretched his eyebrows: "You are already drunk, so I don't care about you."

Yun Qi looked at him helplessly, and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Su Yezi opened a pair of clear eyes that seemed to be able to see the bottom of his heart at a glance, and looked at Yunqi steadily, then the corners of his bright red lips curled up, he took a step back instead of advancing, and put his hand on the belt of his outer robe hook.

Yun Qi's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to move, the man untied the hook one step faster than him, and took off his robe.

Yun Qi was taken aback.

Standing there is still his leaf, but there seems to be something different——

After the person in front of him took off his coat, he was wearing long trousers made of pure black satin material.The black is as pure as splashed ink, and under the cover of the lights, there are layers of slightly floating light colors.

The black trousers were so loose that they looked like a woman's long skirt, hanging down to the ground like a waterfall, but the waist was tightly tightened. Even with the top, Su Yezi's narrow waist and hips were outlined.After passing the hip line, following Su Yezi's steps, the long trousers that looked like tails were flicked back and forth like water waves along with the water sleeves hanging by the side.

Against the backdrop of the black silk, Su Yezi's exposed skin was so white that it seemed almost transparent, and the hand that stuck out from between the long water sleeves and held the sleeves was as attractive as the finest suet jade. dizzy.

When Yunqi came back to his senses, Su Yezi was already in the sky, got off the cloud drive and landed in the palace.

Yun Qi's eyes tightly held onto that figure, carefully caressing every curve of Su Ye Zi's body, he raised his eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to do?"

"..." Su Zizi raised his snow-white neck to look at him with a smile, a brilliance flashed in his right hand, and a soft sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

Su Zizi's eyes were clear, he turned his head to look at the dimly lit corner of the hall, and the leading musician there also looked at him.

Su Yezi smiled lightly and nodded.

"Ding, dong, dong dong..."

The accompaniment of bells, drums, zithers, and sheng gradually arose in the quiet hall. When the first chime was rang, Su Yezi, who was in the middle of the hall, flicked his wrist slightly, leading the long sword in his hand out of its sheath, and slowly slid across the side. A semi-circular arc, and his gaze gradually rose along the tip of the long sword, and disappeared at the end of the first note, his gaze paused upwards with the tip of the sword.

There was a pause in the rhyme, and then it suddenly rose.

Like the first wind entering the city in early spring, the crisp and melodious beating of chime bells, accompanied by the singing of zithers and sheng, Su Yezi's sword gently fluttered in the air, and dots of brilliance slowly fell on the sword. The ground jumps and flickers; wearing an ink-colored dress like water silk, accompanied by the rhythm and rhythm of the sword, the person holding the sword dances lightly in the hall.

The figure was like clouds and fluff, dancing in the huge hall with a clear sword light; the waist was narrow and full, stacking up and down front and back, unfolding beautiful arcs one after another.Where the man was passing by, there were dots of silver light flickering in the air, and beside his feet, rustling buds slowly emerged from the temple, and fresh, delicate and delicate flowers stood on the buds. The leaves trembled slightly.

Everyone was stunned, and when they lost their minds, the sound of music suddenly sounded in their ears, and the whole hall was suddenly filled with grand sound, like the first thunder in summer. He suddenly left the palm of the man, flew straight into the air, and then descended from the sky with a brilliance that dimmed the endless lights of the entire hall; and the dancing posture of the people in the hall was no longer as gentle as the spring breeze before, but vigorous and clear, Every arc has a sharp and beautiful strength.

Wrapped with a sword flower, he landed, and the long sword was turned sideways by the man in the air and put into his hand. The man didn't get up in a hurry, but used his lower body as a fulcrum, held the sword with his left hand, and danced with his upper body. The long sleeves were swayed in the air, and the point of the sword drew a perfect circular arc in the entire hall; where the point of the sword pointed, the colorful flowers that had exposed their buds with his dancing steps before were fluttering. The ground bloomed all over the entire hall, and colorful butterflies came from nowhere flying in the entire hall, circling around those flowers and the man holding the sword, dancing in the flowers.

The crisp and melodious music reached its peak, and then slowly fell back, and the vigorous and flying figures in the hall gradually eased down, but the sword light did not stop, like a dragon swimming in a long rainbow, responding back and forth, and like flowing clouds and flowing water, evenly and unevenly Absolutely.As if leading everyone in the hall to see, the autumn wind was blowing, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and the light and shadow of birds were flying in the sky.

The man's sword light slowed down, but it seemed to become thick and blunt together with the music, every step of the man seemed to be carrying shackles from the abyss, but he stepped on every step firmly, unwilling The compromise was in vain; even Yingying's water sleeves seemed to be astringent, but the sword pointed, no matter how heavy the barrier was, the man stepped slowly and firmly.Where the sword's edge passed, all the colorful petals were torn off and crushed, and the colorful flower mud mixed with the leaves that were no longer green. At this moment, everything seemed to have lost all color other than withering.Only that person's sword brilliance and eyes are still stretching and unstoppable.

It's just that the music in the hall is getting lower and lower, as if being dragged into an endless abyss by chains that are constantly being pulled, and the dancing shadows of the people in the field are also getting slower and heavier, as if The long sword in his hand has already reached a thousand weights, and he is no longer able to bear it.

In the end, the music became so low that it stopped completely, and the bodies of the people in the field gradually bent down to meet the sword, and they were in one place.

Like those withered flowers beside me, only a yellow and slightly curled stem remains.

The heart of the man on the cloud ride clenched violently at this moment, he was about to stand up and step over, but suddenly his eyes turned cold.

Everyone raised their eyes in shock, only to see that in this splendid hall, at some time, there were rustling pieces of snow falling from the sky.

Yun Qi was slightly taken aback.He looked over.

In the middle of the main hall, the "withered" figure moved slightly, with a little laziness that had just woken up, the man opened his eyes, he saw Yun Qi, and blinked lightly, The soft sword beeped, as if waking up all sleeping things, followed by the long-lost music.

The entire hall was suddenly thrown into a high-pitched and fierce sword dance.Those streaks of brilliance became more dazzling and dizzying, and the afterimages became more beautiful and confusing, that person danced, that person twirled, that person raised a sword, that person volleyed into the air...

Full of heart and eyes, Xueli was dressed in a silky long gown like ink, and the figure of that person seemed to be carved into his bones and blood.

After an unknown amount of time, the music that was pushed to a climax stopped abruptly.

In the middle of the main hall, the soft sword was wedged into the ground, and the person who held the hilt of the sword and turned his back to Yunjia suddenly rolled his upper body and stopped.

In his eyes, it was the man who had walked to the edge of Yunjiao.

And in the eyes of men, he is the only one.

The two looked at each other, and the first thing that could not bear it was Su Yezi's tied hair. The green jade hairpin broke and fell on the golden hall, and the long black hair like a waterfall fell down suddenly.

Although Su Zizi was surprised, he didn't seem to be panicked. He got up quickly, his breathing was a little unsteady.

But he turned around, and among the people in the hall who were stunned to the point of speechlessness, he raised his eyes to look at the man with the same deep pupils.

"I am pleased with you."

His eyes seemed to contain a sea of ​​stars, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked——

"I would like to give you all the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the rest of my life."