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Song Yunyi coughed badly, because she bowed her body, her green long hair hung down, like wicker in the end of summer, although it was still full of vitality, but because autumn was approaching, it was covered with a gray color that could not be ignored.

Ye Yan was a little worried: "Your Majesty..."

Song Yunyi stretched out her hand and waved it slightly: "It's okay."

His voice was weak, and the hoarse tone revealed his age. Although his appearance was still young, this man... was really old.

It is always regrettable that a hero is late.

Especially since this is a very popular monarch.

Ye Yan didn't step forward, because firstly, his identity was there, and secondly, he understood that the stronger a person is, the less he can tolerate pity and sympathy from others.It is actually very rude to go up to help him, Ye Yan has a sense of proportion.

Song Yunyi slowed down a little, and finally calmed down her panting. When she raised her head again, her already fair face was almost transparent, except for her light red eyes, everything else became white, pale, and sickly.

"Ye Yan, right?" He spoke slowly.

Ye Yan stood with his hands down: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Thank you for saving Yanzhi."

Ye Yan quickly said, "It's not something to be thankful for..."

"I am his father," Song Yunyi spoke slowly, "I should thank you."

Ye Yan didn't make another sound, he heard the meaning of Song Yunyi's words, he was more like blaming himself than thanking Ye Yan.

Song Yunyi took a short breath before continuing: "Come, I will detoxify you."

Ye Yan responded, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Yunyi walked in front, and Ye Yan followed. Looking from the back, this man's figure was slender, and his back was strong. Even if he is sick now, even if he is old now, his innate strength However, no time or illness can hide the slightest bit of the respect of the patient.

"Ye Yan, after you get rid of the poison, you should leave Yanzhi." Song Yunyi didn't look back when he said this.

Ye Yan followed behind him, slightly taken aback.

Song Yunyi said: "You should have seen that thing, and you should have understood the secret of Yanzhi. He is doomed to be lonely in this life, whether it is friendship or love, all can only be discarded."

Ye Yan couldn't help but frowned.

The people around him are all like this, and the people he meets are all destined to be like this... Either it is the ruthless Guzi Jue, or the ferocious and violent Myriad Demon Vine... In short, they all abandon everything, give up everything, Facing the future alone.

Why!

An unspeakable anger welled up in his heart, and Ye Yan said an angry thing that he would never say under normal circumstances: "I'm not afraid of the Ten Thousand Demon Vine."

As soon as he said this, a murderous intent suddenly arose, like the coldest snow and ice that fell suddenly in the soft spring, almost condensing the surrounding air into ice.

Song Yunyi turned her head, her light red eyes gradually became thicker: "Why do you know?"

He was not surprised that Ye Yan had seen the Ten Thousand Demon Vine. After all, he was poisoned, and Song Yanzhi couldn't control the Ten Thousand Demon Vine when he was out of control.

But... Ye Yan should never know the name of that monster!

If it's just a simple boy, he can save him, or even let him go, so as not to ruin the father-son relationship that is already on thin ice, but if it's someone with ulterior motives, then he will never let him leave this An Ruo Palace. step!

There was no concealment for this surging murderous aura, Ye Yan couldn't help but backed away a little.

The man who was so weak just now seemed to be about to fall soon, but now the man was so fierce that it was terrifying, like a cold sword out of its sheath, ready to pierce the enemy's heart at any time.

Ye Yan let out a breath and calmed himself down: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I listened to what Yan Zhi said."

Song Yunyi sneered: "He won't tell you."

Ye Yan's face remained unchanged: "Why?"

Song Yunyi: "Because he never knew what that thing was!"

The lie was easily exposed, Ye Yan was taken aback, he did not expect this.

Song Yunyi raised his hand, and his white palm restrained the delicate neck of the young man in front of him: "Say, who are you?"

Ye Yan felt his more intense killing intent, but he didn't have the slightest fear: "You killed me at this time, what would Yanzhi think?"

"Are you threatening me?" Song Yunyi's light red eyes had already turned scarlet.

Ye Yan was silent.

Song Yunyi sneered: "My son, what can he think? If I kill you, he won't even..."

"Father!" A sharp roar came from the door.

Song Yunyi's expression froze obviously, but soon he returned to normal, without turning his head, he only ordered in a cold voice: "Go to the inner room and wait."

Song Yanzhi was poured with anger from the beginning to the end, his voice trembling slightly: "Waiting for you to kill him? Is this the so-called detoxification? I have agreed to your conditions, I will suck those human sacrifices, but what about you?" ? You are going to kill my Ye Yan!"

"Your Ye Yan?" Song Yunyi looked back, with a fair face and scarlet eyes, the whole person was extremely strange, "If you care about him so much, then he deserves to die!"

Song Yanzhi stared at him: "If you kill him, I will kill you!"

The air in the hall was almost condensed into ice, Song Yunyi's face remained unchanged, but the aura around him was as awe-inspiring as a sword: "Growing up, your wings are stiff, do you want to kill your father?"

He suddenly let go, without looking at Ye Yan who staggered to the ground, turned around and walked towards the delicate young man who was almost like him.

The distance between the two is not close, one is in the depths of the hall, and the other is at the entrance of the hall.Across this luxurious and noble palace, Song Yunyi walked over step by step. The complicated robe was dragged on the jade floor tiles, and the subtle sound of friction could be heard clearly. As he approached, the cold face, scarlet eyes , the long green hair scattered wantonly outlined a breath-taking picture, which has already brought Song Yanzhi a huge sense of fear invisibly.

It is a huge shadow of the deep-rooted, strong suppression that lasted for more than ten years.

Song Yanzhi was afraid of him, terribly afraid of this emperor's father who was admired by thousands of people.

Those tiny memories flooded up like a tide, without even the strength to stop them.

When he was young, when he was tortured by that monster, he begged his father to relieve his pain, crying, shouting, and begging for help, but this man just had a cold face, Standing there quietly like a gorgeous ice sculpture, the gaze falling on him is as cold as the jade floor in the hall at the moment.

For three full years, Song Yanzhi, who had adapted to monsters, also fully understood that his father would not save him, the father who used to hug him, kiss him and coax him to let him do whatever he wanted had long since disappeared, leaving only Cuifa The red-eyed devil, a man so mad that he tortured his own blood.

From then on, Song Yanzhi only had the word 'fear' for the word father.

He was afraid, terrified, but never dared to disobey him.

He asked him to practice hard, and he dared not relax.

He asked him to suck human sacrifice, but he didn't dare to disobey.

He asked him to release the Myriad Demon Vine, but he dared not object.

He made him live like a monster, he couldn't even make a voice of doubt.

Until... Mu Xiaoyun died.

The boy who regarded him as a human being, the boy who gave him a gentle smile, the boy who thought he was sick and desperately searched for medicine for him... died.

How he died, Song Yanzhi didn't dare to recall for a long time.

That memory seemed to be in shackles, and it would cause intense pain to touch it, making it impossible for him to explore.

To this day, when I saw Ye Yan whose throat was choked by Song Yunyi, those dusty memories struggled out like plants that had broken through the soil, and grew rapidly, occupying the entire heart in an instant.

"You killed Mu Xiaoyun, and you want to kill Ye Yan!" A hoarse roar burst out from Song Yanzhi's voice.

Song Yunyi frowned: "You still remember that remnant evil!"

"Remnants? He is my friend, and he is the only person who treats me well!"

"Ridiculous, that despicable kid doesn't..."

"Enough!" Song Yanzhi really couldn't listen anymore. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his whole demeanor was on the verge of collapse. The long-term suppression was released all at once, and he couldn't control it at all.

That unwillingness, that sense of despair, finally turned into deep malice, wanting to let the man in front of him taste his pain, wanting this ruthless father to taste the bitter fruit he deserved, wanting to destroy him, wanting to Break free, want to completely break through this narrow shackles.

This strong desire is like a seductive drug, instilled in the blood, spreading bitterness and despair, and at the same time it is a kind of downright madness.

A gust of wind suddenly ignited in the quiet palace, Song Yanzhi stood there, his black long hair instantly turned emerald green like dripping water, and his black pupils became thick scarlet, as if seeping blood In general, there is a kind of thrilling beauty.

Ye Yan looked at this scene with shock in his eyes. He struggled to get up and said hoarsely, "Yanzhi! Calm down, Yan..."

Before he could utter the last word, a cyan vine flew towards him, sweeping him into the air with ease.

Ye Yan had never seen Song Yanzhi in this state before, the docile and indifferent young man was gone, replaced by an ancient monster that could overthrow the world——Myriad Demon Vine.

Although he was mentally prepared, what he saw with his own eyes was still extremely shocking, but Ye Yan did not dare to show the slightest fear, because he knew that if he was afraid, Song Yanzhi would be completely desperate.

Therefore, even though he was suspended in mid-air, he still suppressed his fear and said, "Yanzhi, listen to me, His Majesty doesn't want to kill me, it's just a mistake... um..."

The words that came to his mouth were abruptly blocked back, the vines could divide freely, and the thin and soft branches covered Ye Yan's mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

Ye Yan opened his eyes wide and began to struggle violently, but the power of the vine was beyond imagination, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it at all.

At this time Song Yanzhi turned his head suddenly, looking at him with a strange tenderness in his blood-red eyes: "Ayan, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

After the words fell, more vines swept towards Ye Yan, entangled his struggling arms and legs, not heavy, not violent, but as soft as a lover's embrace, but... Can't break free.

Ye Yan shook his body vigorously, the vine seemed to be alive, it would loosen and tighten, and would not hurt him, but it never let him go.

Unable to break free, unable to speak, Ye Yan could only passively stare at the man with emerald hair and red eyes in mid-air.

A vine flew up suddenly, and attacked Song Yunyi with a thunderous force. The weak emperor could never bear such power, and Ye Yan's nervous heart rose to his throat.

But a surprising scene was born.

When the arrogant vines reached Song Yunyi's side, they suddenly wrapped around his slender fingertips like soft wicker.

Ye Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly remembered Qian Fengli's words.

"Myriad Demon Vine is the guardian deity of Longxiang Kingdom, and the Song family has passed it down from generation to generation..."

so……

As soon as Song Yunyi loosened his fingers, the vine started to turn around and rolled towards its master Song Yanzhi crazily.

Song Yanzhi didn't seem to be surprised, but suddenly narrowed his eyes, the red in his eyes was even stronger, forcefully forcing the vine to roll towards Song Yunyi again.

Song Yunyi stared at him: "You can't resist me."

Song Yanzhi's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I will no longer be subject to you."

The cold emperor raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Childish!"

As his words fell, the vines that had been baring their teeth and claws wantonly and arrogantly behind Song Yanzhi began to be timid and swaying as if seeing the owner's pet, and finally shrank back into Song Yunyi's space timidly under Song Yunyi's cold eyes.

Song Yanzhi was backlashed, and his body swayed and half knelt on the ground, with bright red blood overflowing from his mouth.

Ye Yan finally got rid of the vines and fell from mid-air. He was about to fall freely, but Song Yunyi easily caught him by the waist.

Ye Yan was quite uncomfortable with the green pine breath blowing towards his face. Song Yunyi seemed weak, but he didn't even change his face when he hugged Ye Yan like this.

Song Yanzhi looked up and saw that his pupils shrank sharply, and said in a hoarse voice: "Put him down."

Song Yunyi sneered: "I don't need to kill him, but I won't detoxify him either."

Song Yanzhi looked at him with undisguised resentment in his eyes.

Song Yunyi didn't care at all: "In half a month, either you will completely surrender the Myriad Demon Vine, or... watch him die from poison."

Putting these words aside, he turned around and entered the inner room with Ye Yan in his arms.

Song Yanzhi half knelt on the ground, the unwillingness and hatred in his eyes almost burned: "Song Yunyi, I won't let you succeed!"

Regarding his direct name, Song Yunyi's expression did not change at all: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After Ye Yan smelled the green pine, he couldn't move or speak. He couldn't see Song Yanzhi at this moment, but he deeply felt the pain and despair in his heart.

The sound of fists beating the ground was thrilling, and Ye Yan could almost imagine the scene of blood red on the back of that white hand.

With a stab in his heart, he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Song Yanzhi... don't do stupid things.

After entering the inner room, Ye Yan realized that the palace was really beyond imagination. They walked for a quarter of an hour, and Song Yunyi led him into a gorgeous and luxurious bedroom.

Thick carpets, expensive curtains, and that extraordinarily huge bed... everything exudes an oppressive aura that no ordinary family would have.

After all, it is the royal family, especially the imperial family that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The thickness and heaviness are really beyond the reach of ordinary nobles.

Song Yunyi threw Ye Yan onto the bed.

After leaving his embrace, the green pine breath also disappeared, and Ye Yan's whole body was numb, he sat up suddenly, and opened his mouth straight.

"Why are you doing this!"

Song Yunyi stared at him with scarlet eyes.

Ye Yan was not afraid at all: "Even if you are running out of time, you don't need to force Song Yanzhi in this way!"

He is not stupid, after thinking about it, he has already figured out the situation thoroughly.

Song Yunyi narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Who are you?" He knew too much.

Ye Yan felt that there was no need to continue to hide it, so he said truthfully, "My teacher is Qian Fengli."

Hearing the name, Song Yunyi stood up suddenly, strode towards Ye Yan, and pinched his chin forcefully: "What did you say?"

***

Long Xiang's northern border.

Gong Yu sat on the red dragon, looking down at the scorched land below.

It has been a long time since he came back here, and the time has been so long that the blood-stained wasteland has turned dark brown, those embarrassing corpses have become dust in the wind, and the tragedy that he thought he would never forget in his life has become a tragedy. The past is clouded.

Gong Yu closed his eyes, he couldn't forget it.

The night guards stationed on the border, his generals, his subordinates, and his life and death brothers are all buried here.

300 years ago, Gong Yu was only 16 years old.

However, he came from the iron-blooded Gong family and was thrown to the border as early as 13 years old, struggling in the night guard.

He couldn't remember his father's kindness, his mother's gentleness, and his childhood playfulness. The only thing he remembered was when he first entered the military camp, the earnest teachings of his superiors, the life and death protection of his comrades, and the countless life and death struggles. After the battle to escape, the love between brothers in need.

But... overnight, everything disappeared.

That arrogant villain, that treacherous gangster, set up such a secret trick just for the sake of power and status, making this large group of men who threw their heads and blood for the country into a pile of bones.

In fact, Gong Yu at that time couldn't see through the situation. He just wanted to know why, after returning from the bloody battle, what greeted them was not the arms of the people but cold and cruel spells, why they returned after a great victory, but what awaited them was sword energy Senran's comrades fight each other!

The general died, his comrades in arms died, and those brothers who had been taking care of him all lay on the ground.

Gong Woo survived and he doesn't even know how he survived.

When all the dust settled, as far as he could see, there were already corpses all over the ground.

Gong Yu's legs were broken, he couldn't walk, but he couldn't die.

He is not reconciled, not reconciled to this tragedy being buried, not reconciled to the tragic death of his comrade-in-arms brother, and even less reconciled to letting that villain get away with it!

With amazing perseverance, he survived by catching scavengers.

Ten days later, a handsome man in red dress who looked like a god came to him.

Those pair of heterochromatic pupils were beautiful like a god and treacherously like a demon. He stretched out his hand to him, and those white fingers seemed to be glowing, which made people dare not desecrate.

Gong Yu didn't dare to touch him, Qian Fengli pulled him up from the sea of ​​corpses, and hugged him gently in his arms.

A lengthy treatment followed.

At that time, Qian Fengli and Shen Qingshuang had some feuds, it seemed that because of what happened hundreds of years ago, Shen Qingshuang did not allow Qian Fengli to step into the cold mountain.

But in order to save Gong Yu, he stood outside the cold mountain for seven days and seven nights. For so many days, he kept sending his elemental power to Gong Yu's weak spiritual eyes. He was using his own soul Hanging his life.

Such a move is tantamount to suicidal.

Even if Qian Fengli is a powerful god-level elementalist, under such non-stop consumption, there is only one dead end.

But can't stop, stop, Gong Yu will die.

With broken legs and such terrible blood loss, it is already a miracle that this young man survived. If he didn't protect his heart, he would definitely die.

For Gong Yu, those seven days and seven nights were the unimaginable warmth and happiness in his life.

Qian Fengli's beautiful facial features, warm body temperature, and that heavenly voice are all engraved in his mind, and I'm afraid he will never forget them in his life.

At that time, Gong Yu didn't know what Qian Fengli had done for him, but he was still full of gratitude.

Thank him for saving him, thank him for giving warmth, thank him for giving him hope to persevere.

On the eighth day, Shen Qingshuang left the Cold Mountain.

Qian Fengli handed the child in his arms to him carefully, and the moment Shen Qingshuang caught it, the man who was strong enough to shake the world shook, and barely stood still.

Shen Qingshuang sneered: "What are you trying to figure out?"

Qian Fengli smiled: "Such a good disciple, I can't bear it."

Shen Qingshuang looked down at the haggard boy in her arms, and said softly: "I will save him, but you... get out!"

Qian Fengli didn't care about it: "I will remember this favor, if I need it in the future..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Qingshuang stared at him suddenly sharply: "I, Shen Qingshuang, will never be able to ask you to marry me!"

Qian Fengli didn't answer any more, because he didn't hear him at all, and after he said those words, he passed out.

The young Gong Yu was in Shen Qingshuang's arms, but he was very anxious: "Master...Master..."

Shen Qingshuang's eyes changed slightly, and she sighed: "Don't worry, I won't die."

After more than 300 years, Gong Yu still remembers these things clearly, but for that man...

Qian Fengli ordered Chilong to land, he walked into the deserted beach, and said softly: "When I first saw you, you were so small."

Gong Yu followed behind him without making a sound.

Qian Fengli turned her head, and the strange-colored pupils slowly looked him up and down: "Now he has grown into a big man."

Hearing what he said, Gong Yu felt as if bitter melon juice was brewed in his heart, so astringent that even the tip of his tongue trembled slightly: "What are you bringing me here for?"

"Bringing back some memories is the only way to awaken feelings, isn't it?" Qian Fengli slowly approached him, and the heat almost brushed his face.

Gong Yu pursed his thin lips: "You understand very well."

Qian Fengli's eyes fell on his lips, and her voice became more ambiguous: "Xiaoyu, if there is really someone special to me in this world, it must be you."

Knowing that he was only talking about what was written in the script, Gong Yu's heart still froze for a moment.

Qian Fengli's voice was soft, like the days and nights when he was guarding him: "I have no family, no friends, no one close to me, only you are by my side, accompanying me for a whole...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Yu abruptly kissed him, his thin lips seemed to be on fire, and the temperature attached to him was like a soldering iron, as if he wanted to pass through his lips, pass through his body, and touch the one who didn't know where. at the heart.

Qian Fengli raised her lips very lightly, and then loosened her jaw, heating up the fiery kiss and making it more intense, like a spark on dry grass, ignited with the force of a prairie fire.

Gong Yu felt his response, that subtle movement was like lightning coming from the sky on a rainy night, falling on his body, it was a shivering feeling that made the scalp tingle.At this moment, the feelings suppressed in his heart surged out, warm, sweet, sour, hesitant, and desperate and unwilling... As if to vent his anger, he bit him arrogantly, but he She didn't resist at all, and even responded to him enthusiastically, as if she had a connection with him, as if she also had such deep, complex, and unspeakable feelings for him.

But... how is it possible? !

The sudden sobriety was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head, and Gong Yu pushed him away abruptly.

Qian Fengli's clothes were loose, and under her graceful neck was a half-open chest, which was strong and powerful, and the curve extending downward was extremely sexy.

Gong Yu just glanced at it and felt a strong reaction from his body, but...

"Sure enough..." Gong Yu said hoarsely, "It still doesn't work."

Qian Fengli's eyes were still a little confused, he asked softly, "Huh?"

Gong Yu's eyes turned cold: "I can't do it with you."

Qian Fengli was obviously startled.

Gong Yu said very calmly: "Sorry, you should find someone else."

"What do you mean?" Qian Fengli who woke up suddenly narrowed her coquettish eyes dangerously.

Gong Yu didn't have the slightest fear: "I can't do it, I just feel sick when I kiss you."