I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

Su Wu saw his cold-blooded black eyes, and his pale fingers were still lightly clasping together to play a ditty slowly.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for a few years. The Queen misses you very much and has been looking forward to the day when you can return to Baili." He said softly, and the Suzaku finger between his fingers flashed with a bright red light.

Without saying a word, Qin Su pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it at him. His powerful blow broke the pipa string and sent him flying into the room behind him. Before he could stand still, he was struck by the snow light in Qin Su's hand. The shadow of the sword hit his eyes.

The young man stood gloomily in front of him, like a condensed polar night. Only the white light of the lamp in his eyes was faintly swaying, as thin as a glass mirror at dusk, making Su Wu feel that everything around him was rippling in chaos. , a suffocating feeling of drowning.

He stood upright leaning on the pillar behind him. He raised his hand and saw a few ice-cracked scratches on the tiger's mouth. They were itchy and painful. They were more uncomfortable than pouring strong wine. Although Qin Su was young, his internal energy was too strong. It seemed to be a bit more wild than the princess expected.

Qin Su always looked down at him with hostility, and the knuckles holding the sword turned blue. If the demon hadn't used that celestial phenomenon to talk about that year, maybe he wouldn't have become Bai Li's sinner and be nailed to the demon chain. Abandoned by an entire country.

The memory of the pain that penetrated his collarbone and dripped with blood was still fresh in his memory. His face was as pale as a ghost, and the long sword burst out with white light, like a gust of wind, with violent hatred, almost out of control, and killed Su Wu.

Su Wu's eyes were in danger. The screen cracked and rolled out dense blood-red petals. Even the chandeliers were pierced by the whirlwind petals, killing several of them. The rich fragrance of roses almost choked his breathing. He closed his eyes and aimed at The spinning red circle in the center is a hit.

The fragrance of the flowers disappeared and he fell from the sky.

He saw a beautiful woman wearing a red silk skirt appearing in front of Su Wu. The originally clean floor was covered with a layer of roses.

Her slender and gorgeous hands gently caressed the wound on Su Wu's hand like a hook. Her long seaweed hair was as fluffy as water waves. The voice that escaped from her red lips was charming and timid, "You are injured." ”

Qin Su could tell at a glance that she was not human.

She picked off the rose flowers from her hair and placed them on Su Wu's hand. After the flowers turned into dots of light red starlight, Su Wu's wounds miraculously disappeared.

"Fairy." Qin Su slashed her back with his sword.

There was a hard impact sound, but there was no trace on the fair skin of the woman's back.

Qin Su also felt the rebounding sword energy, his eyes were cold, this woman was like a stone.

He caught a glimpse of the ring glowing red between Su Wu's fingers. He had known that Su Wu knew some evil things.

"Go, my beauty." He traced her red lips passionately, as if he were making a delicate object, but his eyes were empty.

With supreme gratitude and admiration, the beautiful woman kissed his fingertips in a ceremonial manner. Her eyes were crimson, and she turned dullly to face Qin Su. A red flower brocade fan appeared in her delicate hand.

Su Wu sat on the flower ground, laughed lowly, took out a bottle with green light from his arms, his eyes were ruthless and sinister: "Qin Su, Huayang is my most exquisite work, defeat her, this is The bottle of antidote is yours."

He seemed to be a pervert. Qin Su was a little jealous, but she calmed down when she thought that he was working for that woman.

Huayang frowned and flew into the air with an expressionless expression.