"No! No! Not at this time!" Long Aojun was not that stupid.
Today, the Phoenix Power Country is in danger, the regime is unstable, and the people are in panic. The wedding filled with wars and corpses is already paved with power struggles, interests, and calculations!
"I promised you a grand and pure—"
"But you need me! Phoenix Power also needs the troops of Northern Yan!"
She interrupted him sharply, and then said earnestly:
"Listen, I'm the only daughter of the Duke of Yan, and I have so many ties to my life. The Emperor won't let me get married, let alone marry someone from a fallen nation! If you're no longer a prince, there won't be even a shred of hope for us!"
......
In the end, the two newlyweds, amidst the flames of war and the sea of blood and corpses, sat facing each other in silence, a red silk thread, two candles, and a sedan chair carried by eight men, staying awake all night...
On the wedding night, I don’t know how many people plotted against me.
As an allied country, it was natural for Northern Yan to send troops to help;
As a thank you gift, the Phoenix Power Kingdom gave a thousand pounds of gold, seized three cities, and signed a humiliating agreement.
The flames of war are over, and the crying little princess of the past is now wearing the phoenix robe. Her frail figure has been forced to grow up and has become the Phoenix Empress who can maintain peace in one area and shock the whole country!
Her methods were ruthless, and her majestic aura seemed to be reminiscent of the late emperor, but she was more gloomy and ruthless than the late emperor.
Her sharp and captivating gaze swept coldly over the subjects below, her voice was icy and she seemed to be smiling, and her ruthless style made everyone tremble.
In the pitch-black palace, the dim candlelight flickered with an eerie light. She stood there, feeling cold, facing several tablets, and swore:
"Mother, Father, Sister, and my brother who is far away in Northern Yan... just wait and see... I will not let any of those who have bullied us go!"
Of course, that’s all in the past.
After endless suffering, that day finally arrived.
Mid-July, the gates of hell open.
Shen Wuyou was brought by Hunyuan to the back mountain of the Ghost King's Palace. This was a forbidden area set up by the Ghost King. All living creatures within a hundred miles were killed and ghosts were not allowed to approach.
However, at this time, Shen Wuyou was forced to bleed in an inconspicuous dark cave under the leadership of Hunyuan.
With a sinister smile on his face, he threw her in front of a huge stone pillar. As she got closer, she suddenly realized that this was actually a gloomy altar filled with prohibitions!
"what are you up to!"
She cried out softly, but he grabbed her wrist forcefully and slashed a deep wound. Blood flowed out...
At the same time, in the Demon King Palace, in the Fanwu Palace—
Bhagavan, who was in seclusion and cultivating intensively, suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, a black shadow flashed and rushed out of the door.
“Clusters…”
The scarlet flower vines woven into a web trapped him again, and this time, he was obviously not so easy to talk to—
"You're outside! Luoyan Mountain Range... Ghost King Palace!"
“Clusters…”
Without Shen Wuyou's command, they could not understand what was said and only knew to stop Bhagavan. Noticing his unfriendly expression, the other red spider lilies hiding in the corners also spread over at the same time, reinforcing the already indestructible net even more firmly.
Luoyan Mountains——
The sweet smell accompanied by the subtle fragrance gradually spread, attracting the ghosts around who were not aware of the danger and approaching the altar. Then, suddenly, a huge suction force sucked in all the wandering ghosts.
Then came a creepy buzzing sound, so chilling that it made people feel cold to the core.
Cluster~
The altar glowed with a crimson glow, the blood from Shen Wuyou's body winding and drawing a vast, intricate ancient pattern. It was gorgeous, eerie, strange, and terrifying.
Seeing this, Hunyuan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and his excited eyes were about to burst out of his eyes!
But, it's a pity.
The rune only lit up briefly, then gradually dimmed and went out.
Blood gurgled everywhere, blurring the intricate veins, and dripped down, completely destroying the restart of the altar.
"No, this can't be... This can't be!"
He muttered in panic at first, then strode forward to explore the patterns on the altar. The dark red blood smelled sweet and pungent, and the faint fragrance filled his lungs, making him feel weak all over and his eyes blurred...
"No! That's not right! You did it!"
He realized something was wrong and quickly blasted open the stone ceiling above him with his palm. Suddenly, a cool summer breeze blew by, taking away the intoxicating fragrance.
Hun Yuan, who had regained his strength, grabbed Shen Wuyou's slender neck, and with a sudden force of his fingers, he asked viciously -
"What are you doing?! How dare you betray me!"
"Betrayal?" She suddenly smiled, and her bright and beautiful smile was extremely dazzling.
Her eyes were filled with a hint of joy, and she said with contempt and innocence: "Hunyuan, when did I say I would do things for you?"
She was just under his coercion and called him "master". Otherwise, she said nothing and made no promises.
"You—are looking for! Death!" He uttered these two words almost from between his teeth, and Shen Wuyou giggled.
"Hahaha, Hunyuan, ah Hunyuan... You've lived for so many years in vain. When you were furious, didn't you notice that your neck had turned red and purple?"
Upon hearing this, Hunyuan's body suddenly stiffened!
He covered his neck in shock. There was clearly nothing above him, so why did he feel so suffocated?!
Suddenly, his eyes trembled, and he looked at the woman in front of him who was laughing heartily in disbelief, and said coldly: "You... changed the wine cup!"
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