The descendant of the king of Dongzhao country is young, but his cultivation is already quite good, he is a virtuous and talented person, and he also has a good reputation. Everyone who has met him has nothing but praises for him and nothing bad to say about him.
Having found such a seemingly perfect marriage partner, Yan Huan just wanted to sneer.
Is it charity, or a huge investment to win over others, or a perfect display of contrast to announce the mercy of the immortal to the world
… Whatever, the reason is not important. He is free anyway, and since the True Immortal wants to play games, of course he can accompany him.
Where is there anything truly bright and pure? Yan Huan knew it best. The brighter and clearer it was on the surface, the more evil and filthy it was behind the scenes. The "Great Way" advocated by the saints was nothing more than a means of education that suppressed one's nature. There was no pure land in the world. Just as he was standing in the clouds, he could smell the evil and unbearableness of the entire world.
This so-called "perfect marriage partner" must be this kind of person.
Looking at the mirror, Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed.
No, if the little prince is a pure and innocent person, it would be a lot of fun. It would be more interesting to play with him.
He stood up, and the pitch-black robes were like a heavy and closed coffin, wrapping his whole body tightly, covering the swaying tentacles, the poisonous malice, and the nine wandering eyes, all tightly in the darkness where no sunlight could be seen.
Let’s go meet him, Yan Huan made up his mind and walked slowly outside.
Stepping onto the dark stairs, he looked forward. In the palace room with dark walls, Yan Huan saw his future Taoist partner for the first time.
—Fu Guang, the light of Fu Ri, the other party lived up to the name, like a sun falling into the eyes, his beauty even burned his sight.
When he was looking at Liu Fuguang, the other party was also staring at him blankly. Coming back to his senses, Yan Huan suddenly thought of the skin he used for disguise, and his momentary amazement turned into bored contempt.
He was born blind and had a horrifying face. While he used disguise to show off, he also hated those who only looked at him and showed him favor because of his appearance. Needless to say, his mentality was twisted. At this moment, Liu Fuguang's arrival just hit his taboo. In his eyes, this so-called perfect saint was instantly no different from an ordinary and boring vulgar person.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Yan Huan's eyes rolled around, revealing a lot of unpredictable, dark and malicious intent.
"How should I address you? Isn't it a bit too rude to just call you Yan Huan?" Liu Fuguang also looked back at him, his lips slightly raised, revealing a dazzling and beautiful smile.
The humanoid Yan Huan opened his lips slightly, and was about to answer—
Time and space suddenly solidified, like amber wrapped in pine resin, and the world was so quiet that there was not a trace of wind.
—Heavy noises gradually came from the palace gate, as if some huge creature was trying to squeeze into the inner hall impatiently, squeezing into the door frame that was large enough to accommodate dozens of people entering and exiting at the same time, but not enough for it to stick its head in.
“Fu, Fu Guang…” He uttered a chaotic, gurgling, sticky murmur. That extremely terrifying sound was like a huge amount of slippery meat snakes, rolling down from the tip of the dragon's tongue, twisting and flowing to the ground, “Fu Guang, Fu Guang…”