The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

The night is dark, the Big Dipper hangs high, and the breeze blows through the dense forest, evoking the crisp sound of branches and leaves.

Suddenly there was a sound from the top of the tree, and a tall figure came against the wind.Behind him spread bright golden wings, and from time to time, golden streamers scattered like stardust falling into the world.

The visitor landed on the shore of a lake, with his huge wings retracted, revealing a handsome face with blond hair and golden pupils.

He grasped it with both hands, and the calm lake surface immediately became choppy. Soon, a cluster of dazzling white light spread from the lake surface, and the water waves floated, lifting a huge bud-shaped flower.

Each petal of this flower presents a milky white color, gradually becoming transparent from the rhizome to the tip of the petal.

A figure could be vaguely seen from the outside, curling up quietly in the depths of the stamen.

His body was not covered by petals, and his body was thin and slender, with a complexion like snow.

The most noticeable thing is that long silver-white hair, which sways slightly with every tremor of the petals, like a flawless horse.

"I hope that this Chonglan Luhua can restore your fairy body, and when the evil barrier matches the ice-drinking grass and the red bird bone, I will be able to reshape your soul for you as a father."

The man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the person sleeping in the petals, but slowly retracted in mid-air.

"Xi'er, for 300 years, my father has been looking for your scattered spirit."

He sighed deeply, his eyebrows filled with pain:

"No matter what price you pay, you must wake up. The time left for us by Heaven's Dao is running out..."

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Perhaps because he was wrapped in a familiar atmosphere, Fu Hanzhang slept soundly that night after a long time.

It wasn't until Wu Yuelu, Wen Shuyao and the others found him in the Demon King's bedroom that they found him in person, and then woke him up from his sleep.

"Your Majesty, are you?"

Seeing his situation clearly, Wu Yuelan couldn't help being stunned.

At this moment, Fu Hanzhang has not recovered his original appearance, and still maintains his youthful figure.

The snow-colored silk gown hung loosely on the body, unintentionally revealing a section of round honey-colored shoulders, lazy and charming.

This situation made Wu Yuegian feel dazed for a while.

As if he and Fu Hanzhang were still Nan Wuyue and a harmless boy in the mortal world, the happiness around them was illusory, but still within reach.

"It's okay, I just... miss him a little bit."

Fu Hanzhang smiled wearily, and his body returned to normal with a flash of demonic energy, and he also put on the robe of the demon monarch.

Lin Yebei's clothes were folded up by him with great care, and stored in the Sumeru bag that he carried with him.

Originally, he was free-spirited and was not used to storing supplies by his side, but every day without Lin Yebei was a severe torture for him.

So last night, he collected all the things left by the man in the bedroom, and kept the magic weapon by his side.

At least when he can't bear it, he can comfort himself a little bit.

"I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for disturbing my ministers."

Wu Yuelan pursed her lips, and said in the future, "There is something I must tell you. Last night...Qin Yucang committed suicide in prison."

Fu Hanzhang stood there for a long time, then nodded stiffly.

No matter how you say it, Qin Yucang is a subordinate who has been cultivated by himself and accompanied him through life and death.

Even though he had already made a big mistake, such a tragic ending was by no means what he was willing to accept.

"The deceased is dead, so let him... be buried alive."

He lowered his eyes to hide the sadness and regret in them,

"It just so happens that you are here, Gu Ye has something important to tell you two."

"Xiaobei... Master died to save me, now I have to go to the extreme north to find the celestial grass for him to continue his life."

Fu Hanzhang paused for a moment, as if he felt that he had lost the qualification to call that person by his name.

"It's a long journey, difficult and unpredictable, and I don't know when I will be able to return. During this period, all affairs in the Demon Realm will be taken care of by you and Shu Yao, and I have already drawn up an edict."

He handed over the edict wrapped in black and red brocade, and the jade seal symbolizing the position of the Demon Lord to Wu Yuelan:

"The Blood Toad Demon King and the others dare not do anything wrong due to Gu's power, but once they know that Gu's return date is uncertain, they may have different ideas...so if anyone asks about Gu's whereabouts, you just need to say that Gu is practicing in seclusion , don’t give away half a word.”

"...As ordered."

Wen Shuyao nodded heavily, tears could not help but swirl in her eyes.

He has served as the magic doctor of Changqi Palace for hundreds of years. He has witnessed Fu Hanzhang's growth step by step into a demon king who looks down on the world.

As for the extreme northern fairy grass that Fu Hanzhang mentioned, he can vaguely guess it.

It is rumored that there is an extremely dangerous illusion entrenched near the fairy grass, even if a monk with a deep cultivation level enters it, he will inevitably fall into its way.

Although Fu Hanzhang seemed to be quite sane, he knew how deep that person's obsession was.

Whether it is the failure to find the medicine, or the stimulation of the picture in the illusion, it may make his mind burst and the demons breed.

"Your Majesty," Wen Shuyao sighed quietly,

"Don't force anything. If you can save the little beauty, everyone will be happy. But after all, life and death are destiny. If something unexpected happens, don't be harsh on yourself."

Let go of my fellow apprentices, and yourself.

Lin Yebei's whispered words when he was dying were still in his ears, and Fu Hanzhang smiled noncommittally, feeling desolate in his heart.

Those desperation and madness have already taken over his heart like vines.

If it weren't for the bone-piercing pain that continued, he wouldn't even feel that he was really living in this world.

It is impossible for him to let go of his only reliance for surviving, but he also cannot guarantee how long he can persist.

"Shu Yao, you have worked as a magic doctor in Changqi Palace for many years, and your qualifications are even more advanced than Gu. Now that the position of the right protector is vacant, it is perfect for you to take care of it temporarily."

Fu Hanzhang smiled and said: "After Gu left, the inside and outside of Changqi Palace will be handed over to you. If there is no news of Gu within a year, you should try to contact the Dragon King of the West Sea, and he will handle it for you."

Before he finished speaking, the lark on his shoulder pecked angrily at the back of his neck, as if he didn't agree with what he just said.

Wen Shuyao and Wu Yuegian glanced at each other. Although they didn't know the inside story, they knew that Fu Hanzhang was born in the Dragon Clan of the West Sea. Presumably, the reason why he was able to stay here safely was also related to the Dragon King of the West Sea.

After explaining the relevant matters, Fu Hanzhang didn't delay any further, packed some of the elixir secret treasures offered by the three enfeoffed kings, and embarked on a journey to the extreme northern snowfield.

The extreme northern snowfield is located at the junction of the mortal realm and the demon realm. The climate is severe and cold. Since ancient times, it has been the gathering place of heaven and earth aura and chaotic demonic breath.

Not only is there a dangerous illusory storm, but there is also a large amount of turbulent spiritual power. If a person with a low cultivation base accidentally enters it, he may lose his life.

The further north you go, the lower the temperature. Even though Yuan Yi's soul resides in Gui Yunque's body, its own spiritual power is still not enough to protect itself.

Fu Hanzhang simply opened his front to wrap it around, letting it stick tightly to his chest.

The powerful heartbeat was transmitted to Yuan Yi's sea of ​​consciousness along Gui Yunque's perception, its dark peas blinked, and couldn't help sticking closer to Fu Hanzhang.

"Brother, I heard that ice-drinking grass grows on the highest peak of the extreme northern snowfield,"

It whispered in Fu Hanzhang's sea of ​​knowledge, "It takes a thousand years for each plant to mature, and it is rare to find, so be careful when you pick it."

Fu Hanzhang nodded. Before setting off, Yuan Yi had already described to him the general appearance of the ice-drinking grass.

It was a grass jelly that was emerald green all over, and the stem was crystal white.

The mature ice drinker will bloom at the top, and the petals are also rare hexagonal, with unmelted ice and snow attached to the edge.

To obtain the Ice Drinking Grass, one must obtain the approval of the guardian illusion surrounding it.

If you break in with brute force, the fairy grass will also wither when the illusion is shattered.

With the wind whistling in his ears and the blizzard in front of his eyes, Fu Hanzhang worked hard to concentrate his eyesight so that he could vaguely see the outline of the distant mountains.

I think the highest peak Yuan Yi mentioned...is the snow mountain at the end of the field of vision.

Fu Hanzhang walked in the direction of the snow mountain against the wind and snow. The snow along the way was getting deeper and deeper, gradually rising from the knees to the waist. Under the snow layer was the everlasting black ice.

Even though his cultivation base was enough to isolate the outside temperature, he couldn't resist the chill that rushed up.

Gui Yunque looked at his pale face worriedly, with a bit of unbearable expression, and was about to ask him to take a rest, but Fu Hanzhang suddenly stopped.

"Hold your breath."

Just now the sound of the wind and snow was terrifyingly loud, covering up many subtle sounds, but now that the wind speed has slowed down a little, he realized that something was wrong.

On the snowdrift not far away, a thin white line slowly rose up, and it quickly approached where they were.

When the distance got closer, Fu Hanzhang could see clearly that the people who came were not thin lines at all, but a large group of vicious snow wolves!

Each snow wolf is more than two meters long, with a faint green fire in its eyes, and spiritual power surging out of its fluffy hair, which is extremely powerful.

"Oops, this is the snow wolf pack in the extreme northern snowfield,"

Gui Yunque said anxiously, "They are the guardian spirit beasts of the snowy grass fairy grass. They usually act in groups and are extremely lethal. Let's find a hiding place and hide them quickly..."

But it couldn't go on.

Looking around, there is a vast snowfield, where is there a place for them to hide?

"It's okay, just let me know them."

Fu Hanzhang raised the corners of his lips willfully, and with a wave of his long arm, the magic sword Suyang was immediately held in his palm.

Bitter devilish energy poured down like mercury, he let out a soft chirp, and his figure flew out like lightning.

The snow wolves obviously didn't expect that he could launch a counterattack in such a passive situation, but their reaction was undoubtedly extremely fast. They quickly dodged to avoid Su Yang's sharp edge, and went straight to Fu Hanzhang's unsuspecting back.

The sharp canine teeth cut deeply into the soft flesh, seeing that the wound was about to bleed, but the snow wolf biting Fu Hanzhang suddenly felt a huge resistance.

It seemed that what he was biting was not the skin, but the hard granite.

Fu Hanzhang smiled coldly, a layer of dark red scales spread rapidly along the surface of the skin, covering the whole body in a blink of an eye.

Although the forcible stripping of the pill soul caused a lot of damage to the magic dragon pill, it also further stimulated its potential.

For example, this pair of magic dragon armor, which can instantly turn the skin of his whole body into dragon scales, can temporarily make his physical strength comparable to that of a real dragon, and of course he will not pay attention to the snow wolf's attack.

The scarlet eyes were filled with endless resentment, and as the corpses of each snow wolf turned into dust and dispersed, the gloom between Fu Hanzhang's brows became more serious.

The tyrannical emotions are almost uncontrollable, the more the power of the magic dragon pill is used, the more serious the situation will be.

He knew that this would be tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, but in order to find the fairy grass earlier, he had no choice.

With a trembling hand, he reached into the sumeru bag and took out a plain white hair tie. Fu Hanzhang took a deep breath of the rich and cool breath on the hair tie, and the restless blood calmed down a bit.

Master... He closed his eyes.

This nightmare is too long, when will Zhaoer wake up?

The author has something to say: Xiaobei appeared as promised (although there is only a little hahahaha), do you still like the little cutie sleeping in the bud?

Hanzhang's mentality does not seem very optimistic w, will there be any problems in the future (quietly hinting)?Call Xiaobei here hehe!

Ah, it’s too difficult. I’ve been obsessed with "Sister Riding the Wind and Waves" for the past two days. This variety show is really good. 1551. If I stop updating, it will be the final paper and its fault (bushi)

Ask for a comment, cuties, yesterday the comments doubled and the TAT comments dropped sharply, the more I have the motivation to let the two cuties reunite soon~