Unofficial History of Emperor Taisho

Ten years ago.

gluttonous!

"Hey!" Emperor Feng sighed, "Prince Ji is so skilled that he can even catch such a beast."

Ji Qian was all smiles.

The radiant Ji Qi was embraced by Emperor Feng, raised her wet eyes, and looked at her father as if asking for help.

"Lanluan recently...how is she serving?" Ji Qian asked.

Emperor Feng smiled and said, "Luanluan is only three years old, what does he know, he often cries and fusses."

"Bastard!" Ji Qian said, "I will definitely punish him severely."

Ji Qi trembled all over, not daring to look into his father's eyes anymore.

Feng Qige watched coldly, and suddenly said, "Father, let me hug Luanluan, Father is tired."

Emperor Feng looked at him in surprise, his face was startled, and he said in a daze, "Okay."

Feng Qige hugged his little nephew, and sat in a quiet corner, watching the roaring gluttons in the Colosseum. A moment later, a strong black young animal slave was dragged out with chains.

Feng Qige's body smelled very nice, it was a kind of soft bitterness, after smelling it for a while, his body didn't hurt so much anymore.

"When I grow up, I won't let you be bullied again." Feng Qige lifted the corner of his collar, sighed, and rubbed a cool ointment on those red scars.

"Uncle." Ji Qi whispered.

"Okay!" Everyone cheered in unison. Ji Qi turned her head and saw that the young beast slave was so powerful that he was holding on to the corner of Taotie, turning over and stepping onto Taotie's back, punching down with fists. Hou, he was so smashed that he lowered his head, his huge body tilted, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The young beast slave crawled to the weapon rack and grabbed a small dagger, "Ah!"

The beast slave roared, turned into a brown-haired cub as tall as a man, and pounced on it again.

That moment was shocking, Ji Qi stared at the beast slave, and the fur monster hugged Taotie's copper-stove-like head with all five claws, trying to overturn it violently, but Taotie became ruthless, raised its horns, and threw it The bear monster flew over ten feet away.

"Roar!!" The fur monster roared furiously, Taotie galloped on all fours, rushing towards him like the wind, the fur monster quickly turned over, and when Taotie rushed in, everyone sighed, thinking that the young beast slave would surely have a gut break.

However, at that moment, Taotie's huge figure couldn't hold back, and he slammed the furbolg into the iron railing. Several arm-thick iron railings were twisted and deformed. Everyone on the viewing platform ran away in fright. He stepped forward, threatened with weapons, and finally settled down.

In a moment, the fur monster turned back into a black and strong boy. The boy pushed the head of the beast vigorously, Taotie fell to the ground, a dagger was stuck in the eye, a huge mouth was torn open in the soft abdomen, the internal organs dripped all over the ground, and he died .

On the viewing platform, Emperor Feng applauded.

"Okay." Ji Qi applauded softly.

Feng Qige looked amused, couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Ji Qi suddenly became nervous.

"This beast slave was carefully selected by my minister in the beast slave camp, does Emperor Feng like it?" Ji Qiandui laughed.

"That's right," Emperor Feng raised his hand and picked up the pill, "Well, Qige's alchemy has become more and more exquisite."

Ji Qian's expression changed, but Emperor Feng said, "Since they were carefully selected, let's bring a few more fierce beasts to see what they can do."

The beast slave who was covered in bruises suddenly looked up, and in the crowd, a child in red was staring at him. It was so beautiful. Xiongchu stared blankly, his eyes were as clear as water, as if he was very worried about him, and a little Fear, as if to say, you are so powerful, if I don't dare.

The young master of a noble family, Xiong Chu thought, would become bad when he grows up, like those bad guys who killed his parents, he was a child of a bad family.

It was ten years ago, the ninth year of Qingping's Soul Sacrifice Ceremony. The young slaves fought to the death and killed nine monsters. They were covered in blood. The slave was sent back again. In a fit of anger, King Ji fancied that next year's soul sacrifice ceremony would still be the first, so he took the beast slave to the wooden house and asked him to serve the unfavored little prince of the Ji family.

Countless chaotic memories flashed through his mind like fragments, Xiongchu's surprise when he saw him for the first time, the furious anger after learning the truth, his distressed eyes, and the dark night when he fled to the ghost mountain with his life and death unknown.

A pair of boots landed in front of his eyes, on which were embroidered nine-headed phoenixes facing the sun and the moon. Emperor Feng bent down, holding a gilded Buddha statue in his hand.

It is a yin and yang twin Buddha. On the day of the wedding, the emperor on earth was led by the palace servants to visit the twin Buddhas, and he was able to see the mystery of the continuation of offspring.

Ji Qi couldn't move, and the power of Sharingan came overturning like sea water. Emperor Feng smiled, put his hand on his side face, and rubbed it lightly, "Luan Luan obtained great magic power in Ghost Mountain. When you just came back, you were alone. I am also a little worried, afraid that you will be born with the power of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

"The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are too fair. It's not like Sharingan - the sea of ​​blood only gives you a tiny amount of power to save your life."

"Now, either you tell me the location of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, or my grandfather will love you as much as you did when you were a child."

"It's not...it's not a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood..." Ji Qi struggled, "It's...the emperor's blood..."

"On Ghost Mountain...there was an imperial flow...no..."

Emperor Feng's hand slowly moved down along the earlobe, Ji Qi turned her head sideways, and closed her eyes in despair.

"Father."

In the void, the invisible hand released the restraint, and the power that restrained the body suddenly disappeared, and Ji Qi pushed Fengdi away forcefully.

"Father is tired." Feng Qige came out from the back of the hall, and picked the ashes in the incense burner very leisurely, "Luan Luan is still young, how could he know Qiu Shehou's dirty tricks?"

Emperor Feng's eyes were confused, he turned around and sat down beside the desk again.

"The Demon Realm believes in the strong, and just in time for the Soul Sacrifice Ceremony, it's better to let Luan Luan end and fight the monsters."

"Father who wins the first prize will reward him with grace. If he loses, then it won't be too late for the beast slave to be punished with ten thousand arrows piercing his heart."

Feng Qige saluted respectfully, only smiled lightly, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, Emperor Feng said, "Good idea, then send the beast slaves to the altar, if you lose, you will be punished on the spot."

"Naturally," Feng Qige comforted softly, "Father is too tired tonight and wants to sleep."

Emperor Feng looked at him in confusion, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Illusion." Ji Qi said, "You actually used illusion to control Emperor Feng."

"It started a long time ago. I said earlier that I will never let you be bullied again." Feng Qige smiled lightly, this smile was bright and gentle, without any gloomy inducement, "I can't completely control him, I can only follow along If he wants to, tomorrow, it’s up to you.”

Feng Qige took out an exquisite box, "This flavor pill was cultivated with my blood. The Feng family is the supreme monster. Ordinary monsters will shy away from it when they smell it."

"I can only help you so much." Feng Qige said.

"Thank you." Ji Qi evaded his hands that were about to fall on the tip of her hair without any trace.

"Drink it mixed with spirits, it's a bit... stench." Feng Qige said with a smile.

Seeing that smile, Ji Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Bi Ansi.

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, and Bi An was in charge of the prison.

On the Zhaobi wall, the blue-faced totem is in the shape of a roar, devouring all those whose origins are unknown.

Xuanyuan Chang was dressed in the official uniform of Bi An, and nodded to himself, "I am the real dragon."

Bi An flinched on the totem, there was almost no room for him in front of the real dragon, the dragon was mighty, and Bi An had nowhere to hide, Xuanyuan Chang said, "Prince Ji's bodyguard, is here?"

Bi An nodded, "Why is the real dragon here?"

Xuanyuan Chang raised his finger and threatened, "If you dare to tell others that you will never be able to transform into a dragon, huh?"

Xuanyuan Chang straightened his clothes, and walked into the prison majesticly, the resentment rushed to the sky, the hatred and hatred accumulated here for more than a hundred years since the founding of the Taisho, was tortured to death, Xuanyuan Chang avoided other prison guards, and in the depths of the cell, he saw the flesh and blood of Xiongchu.

Xiongchu was tall, with his hands spread out and tied to a wooden stake. Several jailers who were half-human, half-animal were drinking, and shouted, "Which subordinate are you!"

Xuanyuan Chang lived a bright and upright life, and the Nine Heavens Dragon was worshiped by thousands of people wherever he went, he was a little at a loss for a while, after thinking about it, he simply breathed out a mouthful of dragon's breath, fascinated those jailers.

"Sin of sin."

Hearing the voices of people, Xiong Chu struggled to open his eyes—but barely saw a person through the bloodstains, and said hoarsely, "Who?"

"I finally found it," Xuanyuan Chang said, "You can't die, your little Highness is begging everywhere."

Enduring the pain, he tore off a piece of golden scale from his back with his backhand, "It counted as saving my life, don't forget to say a nice word to your master when the time comes."

Xiongchu's mind was in a mess, the golden scales turned into a close-fitting golden armor, and disappeared. He only felt the pain subside suddenly. He looked up at this man who knew no friends or enemies, and thanked him with great effort, "...if...others bully him, Just take him back to Ghost God Mountain, my... little Highness... pitiful..."

"No," Xuanyuan Chang said sternly, "Sharingan once said that he will eventually ascend to the position of Demon Emperor and look down upon all living beings."

"You don't understand," Xiong Chu smiled, feeling his entire chest being torn apart, "He's a...good boy, he will never...Kill the king..."

"It's not that I can't, but I don't want to." Xuanyuan Chang shook his head, and was about to step forward to untie him, when many people came in noisily outside, and one of them shouted, "Emperor Feng has an order! Take this beast slave to the altar tomorrow morning What's going on here!! Come on!"

"..."

Xuanyuan Chang thought to himself that he was too smudged, annoyed for a moment, no matter what, he found someone for him, and gave him golden scales, he should be very grateful, then he mingled with the intruding prison guards and ran away.

The crowd searched wildly, but found nothing.

Earlier, he scolded the man for kicking the sleeping jailer awake, "Quick! There is an order from above! Use the torture overnight, use the strength properly, and let him die on the altar!"

Throughout the night, Bi Ansi's unimaginable and terrifying instruments of torture took turns. The cruel officials have their own means of torture, which directly injure internal organs. After a whole night, Xiongchu finally passed out.

This was September [-]th of the third year of Duanhe, the legendary day when the ancient great demon mended the sky, Ji Qi sat alone in the dark palace, waiting for news from Xuanyuan Chang.

Pan Wang's domineering face, Pan Gu's evasive eyes, the cold rain, Ji Wang's indifferent rolling, the disgusting feeling of Emperor Feng caressing his face, the smiling twin Buddha.

He told himself that he would remember this night for the rest of his life.