Liu Fuguang was still thinking about the origin of that damn solar eclipse. When he heard Yan Huan say that, his face suddenly darkened and he said, "Yan Huan, be polite."
The Red Water King's hair exploded and he shouted, "Devil, prepare to die!"
As he spoke, he drew his sword and slashed at Yan Huan.
Yan Huan absentmindedly stretched out two fingers, and the tip of the sword dug into the first joints of his index and middle fingers. It was like digging into an indestructible Mount Tai. The tip of the sword did not move at all, and there was no way it could move forward at all.
The Dragon God looked the young king up and down. For more than ten years, the lover and this mortal were in the same time and space, facing each other day and night. Even if this was a trick of the Guanshi Mirror, Yan Huan was still itching to do something and just wanted to play another game of cutting into pieces like the last time.
"Heaven on Earth?" Yan Huan said with a playful smile, "Mortal, do you also want to be a philosopher king?"
King Chishui's face changed, knowing that his confession had been heard by the ominous man in front of him. He wanted to call the guards, but for some reason, he answered the man's questions as if he was possessed.
"I don't know what you are talking about. You and I are not the same kind of people. Leave my palace and my country immediately!"
"The devil's wish can only attract the devil himself." After thinking about it, Yan Huan loosened his fingers and found it interesting. He walked slowly and wandered around Liu Fuguang, "What's wrong? Don't you want to end your nightmare and realize your ideal?"
Yan Huan stopped and looked at the pale-faced King Chishui.
Mirror threw them here in batches, so that they could face King Chishui alone. There must be some trick in it.
"As long as you nod, I can help you. Think about your wish and your wonderful world..."
The Red Water King looked at him fearfully, waving his sword in vain: "Get out of here, devil, get out of here!"
Seeing him like this, Yan Huan let out a long, gentle laugh that made people's hair stand on end: "Of course, I'm not in a hurry. When you figure it out, you will naturally come to me for help!"
After saying this, he turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated hazily on the golden floor of the palace.
Standing in the dark, Yan Huan watched the Red Water King's alert posture, just waiting for him to get into trouble. Liu Fuguang sighed: "Why are you doing this?"
Hearing his lover's sigh, Yan Huan slowly clenched his teeth. The venom of jealousy tormented his heart like fire and oil.
He had been thinking before, who was the deal the God of Drought was talking about? He looked at Liu Fuguang's eyes, the tone of his voice when he said Zhishan was late, and the action of taking Liu Fuguang away... Love makes people a thousand times more sensitive. Yan Huan smelled an extraordinarily subtle smell, so when he looked at the God of Drought's previous life, he also had an attitude of wanting to eat it up as soon as possible.
“… Are you heartbroken?” He lowered his voice and blurted out these sour words that had been pickled in vinegar for eight hundred years and were full of resentment.
Liu Fuguang stared at him in surprise and remained silent for a moment.
After asking this question, Yan Huan felt regretful again, and then he said, "No, I'm not that..."
"You don't care who I feel sorry for. I won't feel sorry for you." Liu Fuguang replied calmly, "How is it, are you satisfied?"
Yan Huan lowered his head, as if he had been slapped twice from a distance, and his face turned red.