Immortal Empress Dressed as a Sick Beauty

, I realized that I had lost strength all over my body for some reason, and now I was sitting on a cloud of mist.

The black cloud was very soft, as if it was gently supporting him, it swirled around and exuded a warm atmosphere.

Shen Kongzhi didn't realize it for a while, and turned to look at Feng Yu: "You summoned it?"

"It's not me..." Feng Yu was extremely astonished, and at this moment, he backed away again and again, and then knelt on the ground.

Shen Kongzhi still couldn't figure out what was going on, but when he turned his head, he found that the cloud had turned into a hand at some point, and it was gently caressing his cheek at this moment.

"Empty Ci, long time no see..." Empty Ci?

Shen Kongzhi was stunned for a moment, then stepped back slightly, then stood up again, shook his head and said, "I'm not."

Following his movements, the cloud that turned into a chair suddenly dissipated, but when he turned his head, he found a face transformed from black mist appeared in front of him.

"You are."

The man's voice was firm and clear, and his face gradually changed into that of Xiao Changsu as it kept changing.

Shen Kongzhi couldn't help taking a step back, and immediately felt the chrysanthemum tighten, "Xiao Changsu!"

"So you still remember me." The black figure smiled lowly, as if he was in a good mood, and then sighed softly and said: "But I can't meet you now, otherwise the old man will come to trouble me again .”

Before Shen Kongzhi could open his mouth, he felt the black mist rush towards him rapidly.

He suddenly closed his eyes, but only felt a gust of wind rushing past his face, and at the same time there was a slight coolness on his lips.

When he opened his eyes again, the black cloud and mist had disappeared, and the entire Demon King Palace was extremely quiet, as if that thing just now had never appeared.

Fengyu raised his head cautiously, and found that Shen Kongzhi was standing motionless, so he dared to stand up and ask, "What's wrong?"

"He's gone." After Shen Kongzhi finished speaking, he raised his head, staring at the tall and magnificent stone statue in a daze.

Feng Yu was taken aback after hearing this, and then asked: "What? Who's missing?"

"Didn't you hear?" Shen Kongzhi was stunned for a moment, he thought Feng Yu had seen it, and quickly gestured to him: "A cloud of black mist appeared here just now, and then it turned into a human face, talking to me coming."

He looked at Fengyu expectantly, eager to see something in his eyes.

But Fengyu was silent for a moment, but just shook his head, and then said: "No, I just felt a gust of wind blowing, and I knelt down reflexively, but I haven't heard any sound, you can't be an auditory hallucination. "

"impossible……"

After Shen Kongzhi finished speaking decisively, he looked up at the stone statue above his head again, but he couldn't be sure in his heart.

"It should be, it's not an auditory hallucination..." Several fiery red lights were burning in the dark underground palace, and Xuan Yue, who was dressed in a red robe, stood tall and tall at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the The young man beside him had reverence and solemnity in his eyes.

"Father, these are the ten thousand elite soldiers you ordered me to build."

As soon as he finished speaking, the armored soldiers who were motionless behind him all let out a burst of anger, and the black mist around them suddenly spread.

"Xuan Ming" had a flirtatious face with a bit of sophistication beyond the skin, at this moment he smiled lightly and said: "That's right, these elite soldiers all have the aura of their own deities, and they will all be released during the Four Sects Conference , caught them off guard."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and when he raised his eyes to look at Xuan Yue again, he already wore the symbolic sinister smile of "Mr. Xuan Zhe".

"At that time, go and take back the treasure. This deity is currently merging with Xuanming's body. After the great work is completed, his soul will dissipate. Do you really not regret it?"

Xuan Yue's heart tightened, but it didn't show at all on his face.

"Father, Xuan Ming is not my own younger brother, but you just picked him up back then. I don't have much affection for him..."

Xuan Zhejun didn't express his opinion immediately after hearing this, but looked at him meaningfully for a long time, then finally nodded and said: "Now there is no room for regret, if you want him to live, you can also rebuild a body for him .”

"Son doesn't mean that." Xuan Yue knelt on the ground with his head down, because the light was too dim, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

But fortunately, Mr. Xuanzhe has always trusted his son, so he didn't say much at this time.

"The battle is imminent, I still need to cultivate well, I will leave these matters to you, remember to keep an eye on Xuanming."

After leaving such a sentence, he closed his eyes and passed out.

Xuan Yue had long been used to the habit of throwing it away when he was done using it. Seeing him close his eyes, he quickly stood up and went forward to embrace the softened body in his arms.

The tentacle is an extremely thin waist, and even the hip bones can be completely outlined by hand.

When did Xuan Ming become so thin?Could it be because there are two souls in the body.

Xuan Yue sighed lightly, and when he lowered his eyes, they were already filled with darkness.

When Xuan Ming woke up, he felt that he was nestled in a warm embrace.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was Xuan Ming's soul-stirring handsome face, he seemed to have noticed it, lowered his eyes to look at him for a while, then raised his hand to lightly press on his dry lips.

"thirsty?"

Xuan Ming nodded, but did not speak.

The man turned around and got off the bed, poured him a glass of warm water, carefully lifted him up, and carefully poured water into his mouth as if taking care of a baby.

The feeling that the throat was almost on fire finally eased a lot, Xuan Ming leaned tiredly on the bed, staring blankly at the red bed curtain beside him, feeling a little melancholy for some reason.

"Brother, I remember you didn't treat me like this when I was a child."

Xuan Ming was putting the teacup back on the table, when he heard a voice behind him, he paused slightly.

In the next second, he returned to the bed in a flash. He put his elbows on the bed, lay on his side and stared at Xuanming's bright red pupils, but for some reason he saw some despair in them.

"When your plan starts, I'm going to die, right?"

As the person beside him said, he turned his head towards Xuan Yue and showed a sad but beautiful smile.

Xuan Yue didn't know how to answer him, and before he could get an idea out of his mind, he suddenly felt that Xuan Ming stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, which was rare.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar soft voice slowly rose in the room with pleading.

"Brother, can I not die?"

"I want to live."