The Fall of a Tyrant

更新时间2015-4-2916:02:24字数：3093

He never thought that he would be as helpless as a lamb and let others bully him.

The night was like black ink, and the bleak bamboo forest was swept away by the passing wild wind, and the "rusty" curtain fell, which just added an inexplicable beauty to the two swaying bodies hidden in the darkness.

In the darkness, a slender and powerful man in neat attire can be vaguely seen looking down at the messy man below him. Pump as much as you want.

And the man who was trying his best to endure the discomfort was forced to kneel on the ground, deprived of his autonomy, he had no right to stop this shame.

He was forcibly exposed to the only bit of moonlight, his fiery hair was trembling with the movement, he bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes fluctuated unaffected by it, they were still as cold as frost, It's just that the depths are colder and more ruthless.

Hearing the tormentor's ironic sneer, the clearness was full of chills, he was ashamed and struggled to no avail, and a strong reaction came to him in his mind:

--kill him,

--kill him.

The strong killing intent suddenly appeared all around, but unfortunately nothing changed, he was still forced to shake, and he was still allowed to ride under him. This night's nightmare has just begun.

Who is he? !

The fearsome wild tiger in the rivers and lakes, the master of Tang Yuhu - Vulcan Dawo.

He is on the top of the peak, holding a lot of power, everyone knows that he is cruel and cold-blooded, and his nature is aloof and ruthless, if he is not paying attention, even if his relatives deny him.

However, such a fierce and ruthless man has an unimaginably tolerant and infatuated side. There is only one person who knows this side of him, the only one, a man who is as cold and extremely arrogant as him—— Akashi.

After that night of debauchery, nearly [-]% of his internal energy was sucked away by the man who attacked him. For a martial artist who survived by force competition, this definitely gave him an indirect slow suicide. The people in his head are just about to move, waiting for the moment when he relaxes.

He offended too many people.

. . .

Living alone

True to the name, just like this man himself, he lives alone, cool and easy.

This is a place he built especially for his own practice, and the situation is exactly the same as his own.

He wants to wash away his filth now, and he knows that if Akashi finds out about his filth, that man will definitely hate him even more, so he wants to keep it a secret, at any cost.

The man's lean and strong body is hidden under the hot spring, under the cold moonlight, sparkling light can be seen faintly in the hot air, and the slender legs that are looming underwater are fascinating.

The young and handsome attendant wiped the back of the man leaning on the water wall calmly and meticulously. The long fiery red hair was moistened with honey-colored skin, and the pink after lust could be clearly seen in the interlacing.

With just one glance, the attendant looked away, he didn't dare to overstep, even if he was looking forward to this cruel man, he didn't dare to joke with his own life, he knew very well that this man was beyond his reach.

It wasn't until the man in the water was breathing steadily and lightly that he raised his eyes carefully.

The man was sleeping, and he was a little relieved, because only when the man was in the solitary pavilion would he show a trace of relaxation, away from the vendettas and grievances of the rivers and lakes, free and easy.And at this moment, only he who was lucky enough to be selected as the gatekeeper can see this.

The attendant's greedy gaze shifted to the lips moistened by the heat. This cruel and lean man with a fierce face actually has plump and plump lips. Unable to hold back a primitive impulse.

"You Shi, has anyone reported to me in the past few days?!"

The master of the lips spoke, and the questioning tone immediately brought the attendant back to his thoughts.

"Return to the master, no one has ever come in person."

He replied, feeling a little slow.

"Hmph." Vulcan sneered and slowly opened his eyes like red devils, "He really doesn't care if I'm lying dead on the street, maybe he's holding a celebration ceremony at my house right now."

His tone made people chill, whether it was self-deprecation or sarcasm, the attendant felt a trace of dissatisfaction and silence hidden in it.

Vulcan got up without hesitation, and the slender hardcover male torso was unreservedly exposed in the moonlight. The attendant quickly lowered his head with a reddish color, and handed over the high-quality bathrobe in a respectful and humble posture.

He took it casually, squinting his eyes in displeasure, those shrewd eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, staring down at the young attendant naked.

"Don't forget your identity. If there is another time, I will immediately cut off the master-servant relationship that the two of us have established over the past few years."

Vulcan reminded him very generously, and then left the bath without looking back.

The attendant was a little frightened, how could he have those transgressive thoughts in front of his master, he really deserved to die.

He angrily scolded himself for being careless, and then involuntarily looked farther and farther away from the tall figure. He knew that it was something he could never touch forever.

It was two days after Vulcan left the Solitary Pavilion, he adjusted his state, he was not a person with a happy face, as long as he pretended to pretend, he would not let outsiders feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Still as vigorous and powerful as a tiger.

Inside the Royal Tiger Hall.

Vulcan went straight to the direction of Huanyuan before stopping his hasty footsteps.

He stepped into this familiar and bright place with black boots, but he didn't feel the breath that he hadn't seen for a long time. He frowned and retracted his gaze from scanning the octagonal pavilion. The hidden carved door.

There is no trace of popularity in the quiet luxury house.

Vulcan was ashamed, and his heart that had been hanging suddenly sank suddenly.

That man really took advantage of these few days to escape. No matter how coercive he was, he could always find ways to despise him without any hesitation.

He strode to the solemn lobby and summoned his private right-hand army.

Ghost soldiers.

Although there are 12 people, they are mysterious killers who come without a shadow and go without a trace. They are only known by their name in the world, and they are called the Twelve Impermanences.

The robust bodies all dressed in black knelt humbly at their feet, waiting for the master's order to come down.

"Find the man who ran away right away." Vulcan's deep and majestic voice sounded, and then lowered his tone and specifically reminded: "Don't shoot, if he hurts even a little bit, I only ask you."

Vulcan knew that these 12 people killed people without blinking an eye, even his master had to suppress their movements compulsively.

"Yes."

More than a dozen thick voices resounded throughout the spacious lobby, and the figure disappeared after leaving the gate, leaving only the whistling wind that was half a beat behind.

Vulcan believes in the efficiency of the twelve impermanences, and he only needs to wait for the news with only [-] successes left.

As soon as he stroked the black robe on his body, he sat on the dignified and majestic throne, and then he cast his cold eyes on the trembling butler beside him.

"Should you give me an explanation?"

Vulcan spoke without any emotion, but the middle-aged housekeeper clearly heard the displeasure, he bowed his head cautiously, and answered him truthfully.

"A few days ago, a cousin who claimed to be Mr. Akashi came to visit, and Mr. Akashi also silently agreed. This servant wanted to tell the hall master, but you sent a letter to not disturb you, and this servant did not dare to act rashly. Or, Akashi-sama also said that small things should not alarm you, so..."

"So you let them leave without permission?!" Vulcan stopped him, "Do you know who is the owner of this lobby?"

Huoshen was in a hurry, and his thin inner body couldn't stand the strong turmoil, which made him dizzy and had to support his head with his hands.

The hall master's rare sullenness made the butler quickly kneel down to show his loyalty: "Of course it is Lord Vulcan."

At this time, Vulcan didn't have too much leisure in his heart. He didn't know whether it was because of the headache or the man's departure. He just waved his hand away abnormally.

"Go down and get twenty sticks."

The butler repeatedly kowtowed and knelt down in thanks: "Thank you for the kindness of Hall Master not killing me."

After the butler left, Vulcan turned his head to look at the huge hollow window with a bit of distress. He was a little dazzled by the beauty that was rejected from the window.

The unconscious worry between his brows made this powerful man look extraordinarily lonely.

Akashi,

What do you want me to do to stay by my side safely?

In the past few years, have you hated and poisoned me?

If this is the only way you can put your mind on me, then you have always hated me.