The Devil Fallen Fairy wants to regret and make amends? You are not worthy

Should I pity myself or tease myself?

Even if I don't want to slap him in the face, I can't... No! Does he have to hit me?!

Why does he bully me like this?!

But the words haven't been spoken yet.

Then he saw Xu Qingyan's face approaching him instantly, looking at him with deep eyes.

This scene seemed familiar... just like the previous times in Ye Yanxi's room and outside the room.

He approached her body, threatening and teasing her with words.

That familiar smell...

A familiar expression...

But the situation now seemed completely different, and she seemed to have no strength to push the boy away.

It seems that I can't muster up the resolute resistance in my heart.

She didn't know what this was.

I just know that if the other person gets a little closer, he can easily occupy my red lips.

Is he really going to bite me?

no...

In this situation, how can I be with this young man...

I obviously hate this kind of vile and shameless bastard, but why...

Forget it, just treat it as a dog bite.

Anyway, he helped me defeat my inner demons, and it can be regarded as...

"But Master Pei's buttocks do...feel very good to the touch."

This sentence made Pei Yu so angry that she instantly felt ashamed and angry. Instantly, her strength surged up instinctively and she was about to attack out of anger.

"boom."

"ah...!"

But Xu Qingyan let go of his hand at this moment, and the young woman, who was totally unprepared, sat down on the ground.

She almost blushed, she was teased again!

asshole...

Damn bastard!

You shouldn't think that there is anything good about him!

This rogue who only knows how to take advantage of others, I must do it myself...

"It's time to go, Master Pei. There are more important things to do."

Xu Qingyan's words made Pei Yu, who had just stood up and was about to teach the young man a lesson, freeze in his tracks.

"What?"

Following the young man's gaze, he saw... not far away, behind the tall palace wall, there was actually a clear light of fire.

Why are there such brilliant flames in the palace? This isn't some fireworks show.

Xu Qingyan whispered.

"Zhao Yuanji has started to take action."

"What?"

----

Under the darkness, it is bright.

It's not a light, but...the flames of war.

Outside the huge palace, there was a group of soldiers in armor, standing in a solemn manner with solemn expressions.

But inside the apparently much emptier palace was...

"Why...why is it like this? Why!"

It was like a desperate and powerless cry, helpless without hope.

The obese king of Zhao Tang could only crawl on the ground, and his image of being above everyone else was completely gone. Even his dragon robe was in disarray.

Where is the appearance of a king of a country?

The place where he was looking was the dragon chair that he usually felt a little annoyed sitting on.

Now there is a person sitting on it.

It was not someone else... it was his son whom he trusted immensely, Zhao Yuanji, whom he had recently entrusted with an important task!

Zhao Yuanji sat lazily on the dragon chair, looking at his father kneeling in front of him with some pity in his eyes.

"Still asking why...Practicing Taoism has really damaged your brain, my father."

The king, who seemed particularly weak at this moment, had pleading eyes.

"Why would you do this? You...are my son! How could you do such a thing?!"

Zhao Yuanji smiled and looked down at the other person.

"What's the difference between this country in your hands and in my hands? Do you really think you can achieve immortality? You're overthinking. The elixirs those Taoists gave you are not meant to help you become an immortal. And people like you... should have left the stage by now. Well, it's a little earlier than I thought. But it shouldn't affect my plan."

"What...?"

The fat man's eyes flashed with fear, then he raised his head, almost hugged Zhao Yuanji's thigh and cried, "No, no, no, you can't kill me! How could you kill your father? This is a bad name that will be recorded in history. I can give you the throne, I can abdicate! Don't... don't kill me!!"

The king who used to be above all others and could decide life and death with a simple conversation, lost all his composure at this critical moment.

I could only kneel on the ground humbly and beg blindly.

"Don't think about it. If he doesn't kill you, how can he cultivate immortality? Right, Prince Zhao?"

The voice suddenly appeared at the door of the palace.

Zhao Yuanji and the King of Zhao Tang turned their heads at the same time and saw two figures appearing at the door.

The handsome boy and Pei Yu, who had a cold expression but a charming figure.

Seeing these two people, Zhao Yuanji raised his eyes and looked over.

"There are so many people outside... Did the Immortal Master kill any living beings?"

Xu Qingyan smiled.

"There is no need to kill. We have our own ways to deal with mortals. Your Highness does not need to worry about these."

Pei Yu on the side rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He said it so easily that people who didn't know would think it was all his credit. Wasn't it his formation that caused those soldiers outside to fall into a temporary coma? This bastard is really something. If you don't look at the situation and just listen to him talking, you would really think he is very useful.

Zhao Yuanji smiled.

“Ah…I see.”

It seemed that even though he had lost the support of the soldiers outside, he was not afraid at all.

Instead, he looked at the two of them with a smile, and the look in his eyes even seemed to be expecting something.

Xu Qingyan looked at Pei Yu, "Look, he may not just be an imposter, he is indeed the king of Zhao Tang."

"But he has no dragon spirit at all."

Pei Yu frowned and said.

Xu Qingyan nodded.

"That's because the so-called pills, medicines, and even the exercises he practiced were all for the purpose of taking away his dragon energy. Now look at Zhao Yuanji?"

Pei Yu looked at the young man who seemed to be smiling.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly.

"So that's how it is... Luck... is on him."

Zhao Yuanji stood up with a smile, and when he was about to take a step forward, he saw his father holding his leg.

He frowned.

Then bend down slightly.

"Father, I have something to do. Can you please let me go?" He was like coaxing a child.

But the king of Zhao Tang burst into tears, "No... Please spare my father, okay? You sit in this position, you become the emperor, it has nothing to do with me... Just let me live..."

"Tsk..."

Zhao Yuanji shook his head, then looked at Xu Qingyan and Pei Yu and said.

"Excuse me, I have to take care of some household chores. Please wait a moment, Masters."

After saying this, he lowered his head and held his father's face, which was so fat that it was almost wrinkled.

His eyes were gentle and warm.

"Father, you and I have been father and son for thirty years. Since I was a child, you have never looked at me straight in the eye. You even concluded that I was destined to die young. Just because my mother was a palace maid, she was killed and buried in a well by your queen, you didn't even ask about it. It was as if it was just a dead dog... No, a dog might be better, at least the owner would bury her personally, right? But you... you had someone fish her out and buried her somewhere outside the palace... The royal family is really heartless."

"No...no...it's not me, I...I have no choice, can you please forgive me? I was wrong, I really have always..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhao Yuanji gently held the other person's head and placed it on his chest. He closed his eyes slightly and said softly.

"I... have studied and practiced martial arts so hard for so many years... just to live to this day. Father, thank you for trusting me until now, and thank you for handing over your power to me personally. I'm sorry to have lied to you, but... there's really no way back. I hope you can understand the pain of my entire life when you go to the underworld."

“No…No…No!!”

"crunch!"

A very crisp sound.

Zhao Yuanji twisted off the fat head of the man in his arms.

Let his body slide to the ground.

He raised his head in satisfaction.

"Mother...son has taken revenge."

Watching this scene, Pei Yu and Xu Qingyan had no intention of stopping it.

Usurping the throne, regicide and patricide are all human affairs.

People who cultivate immortality do not want to be involved in this kind of karma.

Pei Yu doesn't care about this kind of melodramatic family ethics drama.

She just frowned.

“There’s something wrong with him.”

Xu Qingyan nodded.

"Of course he is not right. He hired those Taoist priests to set a trap for his father."

Pei Yu frowned, "Doesn't that mean he has been in an affair with Wu Yu for a long time? Does he... need to go through so much trouble to sit on the throne?"

Xu Qingyan shook his head.

"It's not just that simple. His goal is not the throne at all."

"what is that?"

"Cultivating Immortality."

Zhao Yuanji stood up and opened his arms. A faint breath fell into his body.

The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became strange.

The sudden pressure was like high air pressure, and Pei Yu also felt an unusual aura.

Zhao Yuanji looked at the two people with a satisfied look on his face.