General

The majestic Xuanming Palace always carries an indescribably dark aura, maybe it's the black eaves, the dark hall, and even the ground is made of cold and gloomy dark blue square bricks...

Emperor Xuanming, Nanyuan, was reclining on the luxurious soft couch, carelessly playing with a gilt wine cup inlaid with jade. The intricately carved patterns reflected the dancing candlelight around him, reflecting intoxicating halo.

Without any communication, the heavy hall door was suddenly slowly pushed open. On the dark brown soft carpet, a slender figure who was not burly walked slowly through the outer hall and came straight to Nan Yuan.

"Your Majesty." The man raised his eyes to look at the person seated, knelt down respectfully on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "Subordinate Fei Yan, come and report to me."

The gloomy fire light passed over the half-mask on his face, and the mottled light and shadow brought a more mysterious beauty.

"You're late." Xuanhuang's sharp-edged face slightly evoked a slight smile, and his voice was also a bit deep under the honing of the years.

"This subordinate knows his mistake." Fei Yan lowered his eyes halfway and straightened his back, but the fingers resting on the ground were tightly clenched into the palm of his hand in anxiety.

"Things have been arranged?" Xuanhuang raised his eyebrows, put down the luxurious wine cup and slowly got up and walked towards Fei Yan. The dark golden broad brocade robe hung behind him, passing inch by inch ground.

"Yes." Fei Yan frowned, although he knew that Nan Yuan was by his side, he still didn't dare to look up, "The young prince of Feng Yu Kingdom has settled down properly, and there are heavy soldiers guarding him every day, don't worry, Your Majesty."

"How is General Tuoba's preparations?" Nan Yuan slowly lowered his hands, and the fingers with well-defined knuckles between the wide sleeves and lightly hanging hands gently caressed Fei Yan's not-smooth cheeks, the movements were surprisingly ambiguous.

Fei Yan gasped slightly, his whole body involuntarily froze on the spot, his chin was raised by Xuanhuang, his black eyes like a deep pool looked at him quietly, his thin lips were tightly pursed The space is full of fortitude honed in purgatory.

"General Tuoba is gathering troops and preparing food and grass. When everything is ready, we can go to the border." Although Fei Yan's body was tense and straight, his face was as deep as water, and there was no wave at all. His gloomy voice was somewhat dark. Dumb, he replied meticulously and seriously.

"Do you know?" Nan Yuan's fingers slowly scratched from the side of his face to the bridge of his nose, pinched the exquisitely carved metal edge and pulled hard, and he held the whole mask between his fingers, and the faint candlelight fell on On Feiyan's sharp-edged face, a touching silhouette was outlined.

Nan Yuan was smiling, but the majesty in his eyes remained undiminished. He casually threw the mask on the soft carpet, lowered his eyes slightly, and rubbed his chapped thin lips with his fingertips, quietly hiding his indifferent tone. There was a taste of joking, "I just like your serious look...so...the antidote given to the master of the Blood Pavilion by the previous Emperor Xuan is blood, but what you get is hundreds of times stronger than them~"

Feiyan's lips trembled slightly, and his originally deep eyes became darker and darker. He didn't dare to resist, so he had to humbly say "Yes", but his fingertips were unconsciously embedded in his palm, sinking deeper and deeper .

"You're ten days late..." Nan Yuan suddenly sneered and threw him away, turned around and walked towards the main seat engraved with the Xuanwu totem, with every step the overwhelming pressure slowly spread from his body.

He was leaning on the gorgeous soft couch, his soft robe hanging lightly between his slightly parted legs, on that mature and cold face, a wicked smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you here?" It happened once on the way..."

"...Yes." Feiyan's eyes flashed a desperately suppressed pain. Just ten days ago, and not long after he entered the border of Xuanming Kingdom, the blood oath on his body died because he didn't get the antidote within one month. Sudden onset.That kind of pain is like ten thousand ants eating one's heart... He really doesn't want to try it again.

It is said that the methods of the Xuanming Blood Pavilion are cruel, but the world only knows that they use a hundred-day throat seal to control the killers of the Blood Pavilion, but they don't know how the supreme leader of the Blood Pavilion has been controlled by the Xuanhuang for hundreds of years. of……

blood oath...

A loyal and beautiful name.

But it was the terrifying Gu poison that the previous Blood Pavilion masters turned pale upon hearing.This kind of Gu worm lives in the heart veins and has no solution for life. It only depends on eating the blood of the person who gave the "blood oath" to maintain life. After each feeding, it can sleep for a month. Will attack for a whole day and go to sleep again.

According to the legend, if it is not fed for six consecutive months, it will cause death.But for hundreds of years, no one has been able to verify the authenticity of this time, because even the mighty Blood Pavilion Master, no one can survive the intensifying pain until the sixth time.

Therefore, most of the Blood Pavilion masters will choose to be buried directly for Xuanhuang...

"This is the first time you've been away from my side for so long." Nan Yuan put his head on one hand, looked sideways at Fei Yan, and asked with hooked lips, "How does it feel?"

"...Life is better than death."

Fei Yan slowly closed his eyes, and the miserable scenes burst into his eyes in an instant. Even though he asked the guards to tie himself to the boulder in the mountain with black iron chains, he still struggled until his eyes turned blood red due to the unbearable pain. His whole body was covered in wounds, but he didn't faint or die. It was like being in hell for a whole day...

"Today I will reward you with the antidote." Nan Yuan raised his hand, gently pulled off the belt of his nightgown with his knuckle fingers, half-closed his eyes and looked at him, "Come and pray to me... "

There wasn't much emotion on Fei Yan's stern face, but he slowly knelt up straight, and the arm that silently took off his robe was slightly trembling slightly.

The previous owner of the Blood Pavilion, who offended the late emperor, once crawled from outside the Xuanming Hall to the feet of the Xuanhuang, covered in scars, to pray for a drop of blood when the blood oath took place.As for myself, isn't it even more embarrassing to say?

It's just that in front of outsiders, Nan Yuan still retains a little bit of his face.

"Yes……"

Fei Yan shook his hands and took off the clothes all over his body, revealing a large area of ​​scarred and firm skin. He took a deep breath, and looked at the man not far away who seemed to be smiling, and then slightly bent down, using his hands and feet step by step Crawling in front of him, looking up at his gradually burning eyes...