It must be said that this was the first time that Sang Feiwan discovered that the system was so useful.
What is this called? A good drill is used on the blade
Sang Feiwan looked at Fu Yuhao who had fainted on the ground, and was hesitating whether to finish him off. However, at this moment, a dazzling purple spiritual pillar suddenly burst out from the southeast night sky, rising straight into the sky, like a stunning rainbow. The surrounding trees, flowers and birds were affected by the spiritual power and instantly turned into dust and dead branches, exploding with a bang.
Even though Sang Feiwan was in a high building, he was knocked back three steps by this powerful spiritual power. He raised his sleeves to block the falling leaves and flowers in the air, and felt an unbearable stinging pain on his body. After waiting for a long time for the storm to subside, he saw that the place where the spiritual power just exploded was in the direction of the dungeon!
"Oh no, Fu Yujin must have discovered something!"
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan's expression changed slightly. He didn't even care about Fu Yuhao anymore. He immediately ran down the Zhaixing Tower and quickly rushed towards the dungeon.
Upon seeing this, the system immediately flapped its invisible wings and followed, saying anxiously: "Wait for me, wait for me! I want to go too! I want to go too!"
It loves watching people fight!!!
Sang Feiwan had memorized the route to the Imperial Palace beforehand, so he wouldn't get lost. However, when he hurried to the dungeon and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but fall into a state of shock, and for a moment he suspected that he had come to the wrong place.
The dungeon was hidden, originally built under an abandoned Buddhist temple. However, no one knew what had happened here, and only a ruin remained. The temple was in ruins, and the ground was full of guards howling in pain. They were affected by the spiritual power just now, their internal organs were shattered, and they were bleeding from all seven orifices. They were not far from death.
There was a huge deep hole in the middle of the ground, revealing the originally hidden dungeon. Looking down, I saw several figures fighting endlessly, so fast that only afterimages could be seen. Sang Feiwan lay at the entrance of the cave and stared for a long time, only to see that Emperor Fu Yujin was under siege by monks such as Hua Qinyi. The spiritual power of both sides resisted, forming a powerful aftermath. Wherever they passed, walls collapsed and bricks shattered, and others could not easily get close.
"Fu Yujin! You practice evil magic to dig out the inner elixir. You are unworthy of being an emperor! If we don't kill you today, the whole Cloud Realm will be destroyed!"
Yuan Zhen Xianjun of Kunlun Cave was the oldest and a strong man in the third level of Tian Yan Realm. Logically, his strength was comparable to Fu Yujin's. However, when he used his spiritual power to condense a long sword and thrust forward, he was easily blocked by Fu Yujin's palm in the air, and he could not get close at all.
Immortal Yuan Zhen's expression changed slightly: "How could this happen?!"
Seeing this, Fu Yujin sneered and stared at them with a cold gaze, mocking and disdainful: "Below Tianyan are all ants! I have reached the realm of demigod, how could I be easily hurt by ants like you!"
After he finished speaking, he exerted force in his palm, and his spiritual power turned dark purple and almost black, and he looked like he was possessed. He grabbed the spiritual sword of Yuan Zhen Xianjun, broke it and crushed it into powder, and knocked the opponent out with a palm.
"puff!"
Yuan Zhen Xianjun was not afraid of his great strength, and was beaten to the point of spitting blood, with black air lingering in his chest and twitching in pain. Seeing this, Hua Qinyi shot out a white silk from his sleeves, directly binding Fu Yujin's waist and limbs, and pulled hard to trap him for a short time. Si Wujiu's fingertips rang with silver bells, and began to quickly summon poisonous snakes and insects. Suddenly, densely packed spiritual poison creatures appeared on the ground around him, and quickly crawled towards Fu Yujin.
Hua Qinyi screamed in shock upon seeing this, her expression suddenly changed: "Si Wujiu! You bastard! Who told you to summon such a disgusting thing!"
She saw those poisonous insects, snakes and rats crawling by her feet, and her scalp suddenly went numb. Si Wujiu also looked unhappy. His corpse soldiers were all outside, and he couldn't compete with Fu Yujin in spiritual power, so he could only use this vicious method: "What are you afraid of! I won't let them bite you!"
The white silk was made of dragon snake tendons, and was extremely strong and tough. Fu Yujin could not break free for a while. Seeing this, the other cultivators immediately gathered their spiritual power and attacked his face, chest, abdomen, lower back, and forehead. However, Fu Yujin seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier, and it was difficult to get close to him when his palm was an inch away from him.
The spiritual powers in the air repelled each other, forming a faint bondage, as sticky as glue. For a moment, neither of them could move, and neither of them could leave. They could only grit their teeth and secretly compete with each other in spiritual power to see who was better.
At that time, Sang Feiwan just went down to the dungeon. He was not stupid enough to jump down from the several-meter-high hole, but used his spiritual power to condense into stone steps and walked down. He searched everywhere for Baili Duyue's figure but to no avail, so he had no choice but to go down to check. He never expected to see that the ground was full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and Fu Yujin was unable to move under the siege of several monks.
Sang Feiwan stood there, stunned for a moment by the scene before him. He subconsciously took out the Tonggui Sword from the Xumi Brocade Bag, hesitating whether to go forward to help.
Isn't it a bit unreasonable not to finish off the enemy at this time
But if I get there, what if I fail to finish off the enemy and get killed instead
Just when Sang Feiwan was undecided, Hua Qinyi spotted him and shouted anxiously, "Sang Feiwan! Quick! Use your sword to stab the Shenque point in his lower dantian! I can't hold him back any longer!"
The white silk had begun to break, making crackling sounds.
Fu Yujin's face was gloomy, and the dark purple energy around him surged. It was obvious that he was about to break free from his restraints. If he escaped, everyone here would probably die.
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan finally stopped hesitating, frowned and poured spiritual power into the sword, aiming at Fu Yujin's dantian under his abdomen and stabbing it hard. A flash of cold light appeared, and the long sword broke through the obstacles and sank directly into Fu Yujin's body, causing him to groan in pain. However, when the sword tip only sank half an inch into Fu Yujin's abdomen, it was difficult to penetrate further, as if it had encountered some obstacles.
Sang Feiwan was pushed back by this powerful spiritual power, his skin and flesh stung, as if a steel knife was scraping his bones. He clenched his teeth silently, poured spiritual power into him again, and pushed the sword closer, sinking a little deeper.
Fu Yujin felt the pain and gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You don't know your own limitations!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Feiwan saw that Fu Yujin's spiritual power suddenly surged, Hua Qinyi's white silk broke in the air like drifting snow, and the spiritual poison summoned by Si Wujiu instantly turned into ashes. Under the shock of this huge force, everyone was knocked flying, hit the wall heavily, and vomited blood.
Sang Feiwan was no exception. He felt darkness in front of his eyes, a buzzing in his ears, a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a huge rock seemed to be pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Fu Yujin broke free from his restraints, looked down at the long sword on his abdomen, then grasped the bloody blade with an expressionless face, pulled it out directly, and threw it far away with a clang.
Fu Yujin knew that Sang Feiwan was Baili Duyue's Taoist partner. He walked forward expressionlessly, with a strong sense of oppression around him, and said in a dangerous tone: "Sang Feiwan, you are the second person who dared to hurt me in all these years. I originally disdained to kill you, but you are the same as Baili Duyue, the bastard, and I have to get rid of you!"
Sang Feiwan couldn't move anyway. He heard Fu Yujin calling Baili Duyue a bastard, raised his hand and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "The emperor assassinated Baili Qingdu and took my wife by force and took her for himself. Isn't the word bastard too absurd? If it is true, I am afraid that the young master is the bastard!"
"you wanna die!"
Fu Yujin felt so hurt by him that he became furious. He gathered the spiritual power in his palm and raised his hand to chop at Sang Feiwan's crown.
Sang Feiwan's five internal organs were damaged, and there was no way to avoid it. Seeing this, he subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for the pain and death to come. However, at this moment, a swift wind sounded in his ears, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the expected pain did not appear.
… what happened
Sang Feiwan quietly opened his eyes and subconsciously looked into the distance, only to see a familiar figure appear in the field, fighting with Fu Yujin. The figure in red clothes and frosty hair was Baili Duyue, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Baili Duyue was seriously injured before and had difficulty getting up. Now he was fighting Fu Yujin on equal terms. This must be the result of taking the inner elixir and the Snow Soul Pearl. But three short hours were not enough for him to refine the two beads, nor was it enough for him to break through. How could he force himself out? !
Sang Feiwan struggled to get up from the ground and was about to tell him to be careful, but because his injuries were too severe, he fell back down.
Fu Yujin obviously didn't expect Baili Duyue to suddenly appear. He stabbed out with his Spirit Condensation Sword as fast as the wind and said sarcastically, "You are lucky!"
Baili Duyue dodged and fought with his spirit sword. For some reason, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was flying, and his handsome features were dim in the dark dungeon. His moves were as fast as lightning, and his murderous intent was so awe-inspiring that it sent chills down people's spines.
Fu Yujin originally thought that Baili Duyue was only at the first level of the Tianyan Realm, or at most at the second level, and would have no power to resist him. However, after a hundred moves, each one aimed at the opponent's vital points, the opponent did not lose the upper hand at all.
Fu Yujin was seriously injured in the abdomen and could not delay any longer. He could only change his sword to palm and fight with Baili Duyue in the air, asking sternly: "You were clearly still in the first level of Tianyan Realm before today, how could your cultivation suddenly increase so much?!"
Baili Duyue didn't say anything, just stared at him expressionlessly. After a moment, a cold arc slowly appeared on his lips, and he said sarcastically word by word: "You will know when you die!"
Fu Yujin didn't understand why Baili Duyue was laughing at first, but soon he found something unusual. The two of them were clashing their palms in the air, competing for spiritual power. Fu Yujin had just fought and was inevitably exhausted. He was about to withdraw this move, but he was surprised to find that his palm seemed to be sucked by Baili Duyue, and he couldn't pull it away no matter what, and his spiritual power leaked out uncontrollably.
Fu Yujin's expression changed drastically: "Bai Li Du Yue! Do you want to die?!"
If they continue to compete, their spiritual power will be exhausted, and their tendons and veins will soon be attacked, and their spirits and bodies will be destroyed before they can escape! Baili Duyue is a madman! Killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of his own, he actually wants to drag him to die with him!
Baili Duyue just laughed softly, with scarlet blood splattering on his pale cheeks. His eyes were dark red, and he looked a little crazy. "I'm not afraid of death, Fu Yujin, you have been the most respected person for many years, are you afraid of death?!"
Fu Yujin's spiritual power is dark purple in color, with signs of being possessed by a demon.
Baili Duyue's spiritual power was dark purple mixed with light blue light. Obviously, he had not had time to refine the Snow Soul Pearl. If he continued the competition, he might not win. It was very likely that both sides would perish.
Seeing this, Sang Feiwan didn't know where he got the strength from, but he managed to stand up from the ground, found the Tonggui Sword among the rubble, staggered to the back of Fu Yujin, and barely gathered the last bit of spiritual power, and fiercely stabbed him in the back.
“Sizzle!”
It was the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through cloth and piercing flesh. Sticky blood dripped down the edge of the sword, and soon formed a winding river.
Sang Feiwan knew that as long as he destroyed Fu Yujin's Dantian, the other party would naturally lose. He endured the backlash of the surrounding spiritual power, and with a pale face, he struggled to push the sword forward, only a little distance away.
Fu Yujin was stimulated by the pain and became furious. Although he could not move, the spiritual power in his body was suddenly released. Before Sang Feiwan could stab him in the dantian, he was knocked several meters away by this force and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Baili Duyue saw this, the crazy and low laugh on his face suddenly froze for a moment, the curve of his lips slowly disappeared, and his eyes became as gloomy as water.
Fu Yujin didn't know if he noticed the change in his mood, but he also laughed out loud. Blood was flowing from his lips and his abdomen was seriously injured, but he still laughed wildly and hatefully: "Baili Duyue, I killed your father in the past, and now I have seriously injured your Taoist partner. Even if I die today, it is worth it to have you as my scapegoat!"
Baili Duyue didn't say anything, the spiritual power in his palm was madly released, and it was already in a chaotic state.
Fu Yujin seemed to have discovered something and whispered maliciously, "Bai Li Du Yue, you are as pitiful as your father. You were abandoned by others."
"Don't believe him!"
Sang Feiwan thought that the Fu Yu father and son were indeed shameless. He couldn't get up from the ground, so he could only cover his chest with a pale face and said to Baili Duyue with difficulty: "Back then... Back then it was Fu Yujin who took the emperor's concubine. The emperor's concubine never betrayed your father. Fu Yujin was the one who was abandoned..."
"Your mother doesn't want to see you, but Fu Yujin is threatening you with your life, so she can only endure the humiliation and live in seclusion..."
"Tou Yue, you are not a person with nothing, and your father has never been abandoned by others..."
Sang Feiwan wanted to tell Baili Duyue that, apart from the illusory original novel, everything he got in this life was real. His parents' love was real, and his love was also real. The father and son of Fuyu were cold-blooded and never treated others with sincerity, so how could they get others' sincerity
Now Fu Yujin was the one who was upset. He roared with a gloomy face: "Shut up! Shut up!"
Fu Yujin had a stern face. He was originally a handsome young man, but now he stared at Baili Duyue sinisterly and shouted like a madman, "Your mother loved me back then, but it was your father who bewitched her! I gave her wealth and splendor, supreme respect, and all the splendors of the Cloud Realm. In which way is she better than Baili Qingdu?!"
"Baili Qingdu deserves to die! Damn it!"
Fu Yujin became more and more excited as he spoke, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, as if something had penetrated through it, then slowly turned over and shattered his inner elixir.
"… "
Fu Yujin's voice suddenly stopped, and the air fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood.
He lowered his head in shock, only to see a bloody sword blade emerging from his abdomen at some point, his inner elixir was damaged, his spiritual power was leaking out, and a steady stream of purple light was rapidly dissipating from the wound, in contrast to which his face became increasingly gray and pale.
He had already been hit by two swords, so this last stab easily shattered his dantian.
Baili Duyue saw Fu Yujin's spiritual power radiating outward, and immediately forcibly retracted his palm, forcibly cutting off the spiritual power that the two of them had just been fighting. At the same time, he was also attacked by the spiritual power, and was forcibly pushed back several steps, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Fu Yujin didn't know why, but he managed to stand and didn't fall down. He clenched his fingertips into claws, thinking that the person who stabbed him with the sword was Sang Feiwan. He was so angry that he turned around and was about to strike with his palm, but he was caught off guard by a pair of almond eyes full of hatred and tears, and his palm froze in mid-air.
The person who stabbed with the sword was not Sang Feiwan, but the emperor's concubine.
Or maybe her name was Qian Jiangyue, and she had never wanted to be an imperial concubine.
Qian Jiangyue gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and stabbed it into Fu Yujin's dantian, shattering his inner elixir, just like Baili Qingdu who was tortured to death that year, feeling extremely painful and hateful.
Fu Yujin didn't expect it to be her. He was stunned and incredulous. He slowly uttered two words: "Moon... Girl?"
He raised his palms in the air, raising and lowering them, raising and lowering them again, as if there was a thousand pounds of resistance and he couldn't let them fall no matter what.
Even though the woman in front of him was born with a useless body and had no spiritual power at all, a slightly stronger man could easily kill her.
Qian Jiangyue didn't say anything, but took two steps back with red eyes, and then drew out the long sword amid Fu Yujin's muffled groan. Her right hand fell limply to her side, blood flowed along the edge of the sword, dripping onto the ground, she shook her head and said in a trembling voice:
"You have already killed my husband, I will not... I will not let you kill my child again..."
Fu Yujin heard her calling Baili Qingdu her husband, and he covered his abdomen with his hands, staggered forward, his eyes full of pain and confusion: "Yuenu... I have waited for you for many years... The sun and the moon can testify to this... Why can't you forget Baili Qingdu?!"
Qian Jiangyue still shook her head, blood oozing from her lips. She had just desperately stabbed Fu Yujin with her sword, and her internal organs had long been shattered. At this moment, her body was shaking, and she couldn't stand steadily. She covered her heart and said, "Fu Yujin, your heart has always been only for yourself... Why... Why do you want to taint the sun and the moon..."
"Moon Girl..."
Fu Yujin seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body. He staggered forward and stretched out his bloody hand, as if trying to grab Qian Jiangyue.
"I have never let you down..."
He lost strength, staggered, and slowly slid to the ground. He could no longer hold up his body. As he spoke, blood came out of his throat.
"I was deceived by Fu Bi back then... I thought... I thought she copied the scripture... She took the Snow Soul Pearl..."
"After I learned the truth... I immediately abolished her position as imperial concubine... and took you into the palace..."
"Yue Nu... I sincerely repent... Why... Why don't you give me a chance..."
With the help of immortal magic, Fu Yujin lay on the ground in a mess, his face remained unchanged, as if he was still the young prince of the imperial capital who was famous in the clouds and attracted the hearts of countless women in the immortal palace.
But Qian Jiangyue knew that no matter how good-looking a person was, he was just a shell. If that person was worthy of her love, whether she liked him or not, she would never belittle herself like that.
Just like Baili Qingdu in the past, he was a prosperous and beautiful man with countless fairies admiring him. But even if he didn't like those women, he would never use them or look down on them.
Fu Yujin's high-sounding words can only deceive himself...
Qian Jiangyue was dying, leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down, her long black hair falling down, but for some reason it gradually turned as white as snow. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress, exactly like the woman in Baili Duyue's painting.
When Fu Yuhao woke up and rushed to the dungeon, he saw this scene. He was stunned and a little bit unbelievable. He first looked at the people on the ground whose lives were unknown, then looked at Fu Yujin who was dying from the sword wound, and finally his eyes fell on the long sword in Qian Jiangyue's hand.
The sword of return.
The only spiritual sword in the Yun Realm that can seriously injure a strong man in the Tianyan Realm.
Fu Yuhao's voice was hoarse: "Mother...?"
He walked forward in a daze, pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to cry, leaned over and grabbed Qian Jiangyue's shoulders, desperately sending her spiritual power, and after a long time he uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Mother... Father... Father..."
He wanted to ask, who killed his father
But I can’t ask, and I don’t dare to ask.
Qian Jiangyue was in a trance. When she heard someone calling her mother, she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she opened her eyes with difficulty: "Du Yue... Is it Du Yue..."
Fu Yuhao paused.
Qian Jiangyue opened her eyes and saw that the person in front of her was Fu Yuhao. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Fu Yuhao away with difficulty, and then she fell to the ground, shaking her head: "Mother? No... I'm not your mother..."
"How could I, how could I give birth to a child for my enemy?"
Qian Jiangyue's eyes were red as she told Fu Yuhao an incredible fact in his shocked expression: "Your mother is Fu Bi... The Emperor's Concubine Fu Bi... She was banished to the cold palace... She begged me to save your life... and raise you under my knees..."
"Your mother is in the cold palace... She was deposed as a concubine by Fu Yujin... She has been trapped there for more than 20 years... I am not your mother... I am not your mother..."
"You are not my child... My only child is Du Yue... My husband is Qing Du... Baili Qing Du..."
Qian Jiangyue was already in a state of confusion when she was dying. Relying on the spiritual power that Fu Yuhao had just transferred, she staggered to her feet with a strong breath, looking for the scarlet figure in the ruins, and finally fixed her eyes on Baili Duyue who was also stunned.
Qian Jiangyue suddenly became quiet upon seeing this.
She walked step by step to Baili Duyue, then lost her strength and fell to the ground.
They have similar faces and the same frosty long hair.
Qian Jiangyue reached out her hand tremblingly and touched Baili Duyue's cheek. Tears fell down and more and more blood came out of her throat. She seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, and said intermittently: "Duyue... Mom can finally... finally go to see your father..."
Baili Duyue subconsciously caught her thin figure, still in shock and not knowing how to answer.
Qian Jiangyue's breathing suddenly became rapid, but she still had a smile on her face: "Du Yue... you... you have grown up... you are already taller than A Niang..."
"Mom heard from others that... you... you have great painting skills, no one in Yunjing can compare to you... Mom is so happy..."
Although Qian Jiangyue's face was covered with blood and tears, she still couldn't hide her pride. She swallowed the blood in her throat with difficulty and said in a trance: "You will definitely... definitely be like your father in the future... a modest gentleman... with a character as white as jade... Don't blame me for not being able to grow up with you..."
At the last moment, she clenched Baili Duyue's hand tightly, so tightly that her fingertips turned blue and white: "Mom loves you and Dad... I love you too..."
Qian Jiangyue had been hiding words for half her life, and it seemed that this was the only thing she wanted to say. But fate played tricks on her and never let her get what she wanted.
The husband she loved so much was unable to accompany her for the rest of her life, and her son was unable to grow up to be a gentleman. He could only be immersed in the abyss day after day, and was terrified of the rope for ten years.
No return, no return. Since entering this place, there is really no way back...
Baili Duyue came back to his senses and looked at his arms, only to see that Qian Jiangyue had already died. Fu Yuhao seemed to have his soul sucked out, standing there stupidly, and finally knelt on the ground, hugging his head with red eyes.
He seemed to want to cry, but he couldn't.
Sang Feiwan looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly remembered what Qian Jiangyue said to him when he left the dungeon that day:
"Those who do evil things will never have a good ending."
This is true for Fu Bi, Fu Yu Hao, and Fu Yu Jin...
At that time, the troops from the four regions had already breached the gates of the imperial capital. Sang Feiwan lay on the ground, exhausted, and the last thing he saw was the twelve guards led by Cangdu and the troops from the four regions rushing in, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
He slept for a very long time...
It was so long that when I woke up again, I felt like I was still in a dream.
It was nothing special, Sang Feiwan was actually handcuffed and chained.
"… "
Sang Feiwan had just woken up, and his internal organs were still aching and his mind was a little confused. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the bright yellow bed curtains above his head, then touched the luxurious silk cushions under him, wondering if he had returned to Cangdu
But Cangdu’s room is not furnished like this.
Sang Feiwan couldn't really remember what had happened during this period. He frowned and supported himself with his hands, and sat up with difficulty. However, as soon as he moved, he heard a "crash" sound and his body froze.
"?"
What's that noise
Sang Feiwan looked down subconsciously, only to see that someone had locked his hands with a thin gold chain, with the other end tied to the end of the bed. It made a rattling sound when he pulled it lightly, and it was extremely strong.
"… "
Sang Feiwan slowly opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he was hallucinating. To make sure he was not dreaming, he slapped himself hard, causing half of his face to burn with pain.
Good, I'm not dreaming.
Sang Feiwan felt a little uneasy for some reason, but his injuries had not healed yet, his movements were restricted, and he could not do anything. Even his throat was hoarse and sore, and he could not utter a single complete word.
It's really weird!
In a hurry, Sang Feiwan could only call the system: "System! System!"
A big diamond popped out with a whoosh when it heard that, and said reluctantly: Hey, what are you doing? I'm still sleeping~
Sang Feiwan motioned it to look at the chain in his hand: "Do you see it? Look quickly!"
The system moved closer and took a dazed look: I see it, it’s gold, what’s wrong
What are you doing in Versailles
Sang Feiwan choked: "This is not a question of whether it is gold or not!"
The system scratched its head in distress: Having gold is good enough, do you also want one made of diamond
Who is so rich that he uses diamonds to make chains
Sang Feiwan was so angry that she found that she couldn't communicate with it at all: "What happened during the time I was unconscious? Why... why was I locked here?!"
The system was about to speak when it heard footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of a palace maid bowing: "This servant greets the Emperor."
The system was startled: Oops, someone is coming, I have to go
After he finished speaking, he disappeared into the air with a whoosh.
When Sang Feiwan heard the word "Emperor" coming from outside the door, his heart suddenly sank and he was secretly shocked. What happened? Before he fainted that day, he had clearly seen Fu Yujin dead, how could he appear here again? !
Or did Fu Yujin die and Fu Yuhao ascend the throne to become the emperor
What about Baili Duyue
This was not good news for Sang Feiwan. He heard the sound of a door being pushed open from outside, and in a hurry he could only lie back down, close his eyes and pretend to sleep, planning to wait and see what happened.
Incense burners were burning in the hall, with smoke rising. Through the lowered gauze curtains, one could only vaguely see a tall man walking from the outer room into the inner room, slowly approaching the bed. The hem of his robe brushed against the carpet, making a slight friction sound, like the rhythm of death approaching.
Sang Feiwan's heart was pounding and he was really nervous.
He tried to hold back, but couldn't help but take a peek through the bed curtains. However, he saw the man in a scarlet robe, with long hair like frost and familiar eyebrows. His eyes froze and he was stunned on the spot.
Baili Duyue
How could he be the emperor
Sang Feiwan slowly opened his eyes, his mind was so blank that he even forgot to pretend to sleep. So when Baili Duyue raised his sleeves to open the gauze curtain, he saw that Sang Feiwan had already woken up and was staring at the direction he came from with a little surprise.
Baili Duyue paused slightly when he saw this. He sat down quietly beside the bed, his sleeves as red as maple leaves, gently brushing against the bed, bringing with them the unique coolness of silk. He didn't seem surprised at all that Sang Feiwan had woken up:
"You finally woke up..."
His deep voice echoed in the hall, making the surroundings seem even quieter and more empty.
Sang Feiwan asked tentatively: "Du Yue...?"
He couldn't make any sound from his throat, so he could only make lip movements, but that was enough for the other person to understand.
Or maybe it's not just Du Yue, but the Emperor,
Among all the four cloud realms in the world, the only master of the God Realm...