The Fall of a Tyrant

更新时间2015-5-15:00:06字数：2461

Vulcan gradually woke up from a burst of pain. Before he could open his eyes in the future, a burst of fragrance accompanied by a cool touch on his face completely woke him up from the nightmare.

What catches the eye is the rippling light gauze tent, and the fluttering petals are blown in from time to time from the huge hollowed-out windows, creating a coquettish scene.

Vulcan took off the peach blossoms on his face, and thought about it with exploration.

It is really strange that there are such beautiful peach blossoms in such a hot season.

Vulcan recalled that he seemed to have heard Midorima whispering in his ear in his drowsiness, but the weight of his body at that time made him unable to control it, and even raising his eyelids was considered difficult.

However, when he lost consciousness, he clearly saw that black color carefully helped him up.

Everything that happened before made the man feel sad.

If that proud person could have a trace of tenderness from Midorima, he wouldn't end up as a man who is as good as he can be.

Vulcan threw down the peach petal indifferently, knowing in his heart that he was just delusional.

He got up, and saw the blood coagulation sword resting on the table. When the man picked it up skillfully, he found that the sword was not only icy to the bone, but also extremely heavy.

He tried to clenched his fist, but there was no trace of cold air.

Vulcan frowned, this time, he had to face up to his situation.

He immediately fixed the blade on his waist and went out.

The mansion was built in a very grand style.

Zhuwa golden eaves, carved railings and jade pillars set off the peach blossoms all over the mountain incomparably alluring.

Such a bright and eye-catching color is destined not to match the stern man in black.

I don't know how long I have been walking in this peach blossom forest, the faint sound of playing the piano leaked out from the depths.

Chic and elegant, the melodious and low-pitched qin sound surrounds like a melodious sound, and with the ups and downs of the plectrum player's emotions, even the listener can't help but have ripples in his heart.

Huo couldn't help looking for the source of the sound.

When I came to the back mountain full of Taoyuan, the long and clear piano sound suddenly became clear.

At this moment, two beautiful boys and girls walked out from the depths of the Taoyuan. They were slightly startled by the man's sudden appearance, and they both stared at him before leaving in a hurry.

Vulcan frowned displeased, he had never seen any servant be so rude to him.

However, he does not compete with his subordinates.

Now his mind is completely on the piano player.

In the dark fragrance and sparse shadows, one can faintly see a man in a bright red robe sitting under the peach blossom tree, which is very eye-catching.

Calm and elegant, fresh notes are leaking from his fingertips.

When Vulcan stopped for a while and was about to turn around and leave, he felt that the sound of the zither was like falling jade, violent and sharp.

Vulcan suddenly had a bad feeling.

I saw the peach-blossomed wooden branches in front of me seem to be alive, entangled and intertwined at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the road back for Vulcan was covered with criss-crossed peach branches.

He seems to be in a phantom formation.

Vulcan cast a cold glance at the person who was still addicted to playing the piano.

The man spoke calmly, his voice mixed with the sound of the piano was steady and cold.

Such a luxurious and beautiful person is actually a man.

The man said: "Could it be that the residual sound below can't reach your ears?"

Vulcan didn't answer.

The man was not annoyed, and asked again: "If not, is your Excellency being too rude?!"

At the same time as the words fell, the gentle sound of the piano at the fingertips suddenly became louder and extremely piercing, and the peach blossom branches immediately became active again, and moved closer to the Vulcan.

The atmosphere is on fire.

Vulcan immediately drew out the blood coagulation sword at his waist to defend, although it was not as fierce as before, but that move was still engraved in his heart.

When the cold air of the sword blade was released, the Vulcan had already cut off several peach branches in a "suspicious manner".

At this moment, the sound of the zither was violent and turbulent like a demonstration, and the soft falling flowers swept up instantly, like a huge pink cocoon enveloping the man.

The howling wind forced Vulcan to close his eyes. In the chaos, some slender and powerful peach branches hooked his arms and slowly wound around his waist. He was forced to let go of the sword in his hand.

Those peach branches fixed Vulcan tightly, and Vulcan couldn't move. Only now did he realize how fragile he was.

The man in danger only felt a red light flashing in front of his eyes, a large gorgeous wide sleeve was hanging down on his chest, his chin was forcibly lifted by that abnormally white hand, and his back was pressed against the master chest.

"what do you want?"

Vulcan suppressed his anger and asked indifferently.

The man whispered evilly in his ear, and the tight atmosphere was extremely strange.

"The scenery is just right, if your excellency leaves without compromising, wouldn't it hurt the elegance of this peach blossom forest." He licked the man's earlobe, full of ambiguity, "Why don't you and I spend the spring night together while the forest is full of peach blossoms?" ?!"

The wet touch accompanied by the frivolous tone made Vulcan annoyed, but he was suppressed, but he couldn't respond as he wanted.

He said fiercely in his heart:

cut off his tongue,

Chop off his hands.

Vulcan was angry but kept silent, but the evil spirit exuding from his body could not be ignored.

The man accepted it as soon as he saw it, and restored Taomu without much trouble.

When Vulcan's limbs were free, he lifted his toes, and the blood coagulation sword on the ground obediently reversed a few times, and landed firmly in his palm.

At the same time, he turned around and pointed the sharp blade at the chest of the man in red who was still smiling evilly.

Vulcan's eyes were piercingly cold, he stared at the stunning man, and said coldly: "How dare you say it again."

The man raised his eyebrows, and that delicate and flawless face was even more alluring than that woman's. The mutton fat jade hairpin gently held the eye-catching blond hair, showing no femininity at all, and the raised narrow eyebrows added a bit of flamboyance.

"Your Excellency is really boring. I'm just making a joke. Why do you take it so seriously?"

He curled his lips into an evil smile, which made Vulcan feel that this person was frivolous and arrogant.

Vulcan's sharp gaze tightened, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the tip of his sword immediately moved to that charming face.

"Is it a joke to draw my sword up?!"

"No, no." The man responded hastily, "How can you ruin your benefactor's appearance."

Vulcan withdrew his sword and looked at him contemptuously.

"benefactor?!"

"certainly"

He toyed with a strand of blond hair curled between his fingers.

"I am Miaolang Nanshan."

His golden eyes flashed sharply, looking serious, but the delicate peach blossoms were not half as beautiful as his.

Vulcan never thought about how much influence this stunning man would have on him in the future. If there was a chance to do it all over again, he would rather die of poison than get close to this person at all.