The Brilliant Palace, the Throne of Darkiron, he sat on it alone, his expression was dumbfounded, as if something was not right.

Under the throne, the twelve generals under his command stood in a row, each of them had a great reputation in the fairy world, but they were honestly like pet cats in front of him, and they did not dare to show any inferior expressions.

He raised his hand, and the lingering strange feeling in his heart made him feel irritable.

At this time, a small soldier in silver armor ran into the temple and shouted, "Great King, the Fire Demon Immortal King's subordinates have robbed the red coral sculpture that Futu City paid tribute to you. ”

Fire's men? He suddenly felt angry in his heart, patted the armrest of the throne, and said coldly: "Not long after Huosha was promoted to the position of Immortal King, it is just a matter of obediently staying in the poor mountains and evil waters to collect the scattered immortals, and he actually dares to let his subordinates snatch Lone's tribute and look for death!" ”

The scene changed, the sky with black clouds rolling, thousands of miles of red fire, the fastest promotion to the immortal king in the history of the Yuanyang Immortal Realm, he stood on the burning earth, his expression was arrogant, although his right hand and left foot were burned black, the momentum of his whole body was still so fierce, as if he wanted to burst the whole heaven and earth.

A streamer flew from afar, landed in front of him, and said respectfully: "King, all the subordinates of the fire have been wiped out, what should we do next?" ”

He raised his head and looked at the sky with a backlog of black clouds, and a strange feeling rose in his heart again, why is this happening?

Poof! He came back to his senses, his chest had been pierced by a pitch-black spear, the surface of the spear was carved with fairy patterns, and the sharp pain seemed to tear his entire soul apart: "You! ”

The person's appearance suddenly became clear, and even his voice became powerful: "Now that you have become weaker, the position of the immortal king should also be changed, after all, you often say that the strong are respected." ”

It turned out to be a dream, I haven't done it for a long time, he calmly looked at the spear stuck in his chest, and suddenly remembered something a long time ago.

Many years ago, he also turned against his master for a rare spirit fruit, and the last sword pierced into the master's chest.

Looking at the current picture, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, laughing maniacally: "Hahaha." ”

To this day, he looks back on the past and realizes that in his long years, there was nothing.

He raised his own gods, and was slaughtered.

The master who educated himself was killed by him.

His friends were killed by him.

In this way, killing teachers and friends, killing all those who stood in his way, he pursued the most powerful power, but fell into the hands of his own subordinates, lost his strong strength, and lost the dynasty he had established single-handedly.

"Hahaha!" In the midst of the laughter, the surrounding scenery shattered and turned into darkness that could not be seen, drowning his whole being.

In an instant, Muto Qing opened his eyes, and an uncontrollable tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and in front of him was the familiar snow-white ceiling, this should be his bedroom, right?

He wasn't sure, vaguely remembering that he had fallen into Tamako's arms, possibly in her bedroom.

As soon as he thought about things, his head hurt a little, and he took a sharp breath, and found that his left nose was blocked, and he couldn't breathe, coupled with the weakness in his limbs, these symptoms all showed that his cold was not cured.

He turned his head to tell if this was his bedroom, and was surprised to find Tamako sleeping on his right hand.

The long lilac hair was draped over his shoulders, his fair cheeks revealed a slight flush, his slender eyelashes were intertwined, and his rosy lips were closed, like a cherry seductive.

Judging from this posture, it should not have left all night, as if a faithful puppy was guarding his master's side.

Muto Qing's eyes flashed a trance, something was touched in his heart, and he muttered to himself: "Is this this, lover?" ”

Immediately, he chuckled, it turns out that illness makes people weak, this sentence is not a lie.

I have always pursued strength and was ruthless, but I was actually moved by a little emotion, just because the other party stayed at the head of the bed all night, which was really boring.

Feeling irritable, he lifted the quilt and tried to get up.

With such a move, the sleeping Yuzi subconsciously opened his eyes, blinked, and confirmed that Qingjun was awake, and the whole person jumped up and screamed: "No!" Lie back for me, your cold hasn't healed yet. ”

The reason for being too excited made her forget that she had slept on her stomach all night, and her hands and feet had long been numb. When he jumped up, there was an electrifying numbness in his feet and knees, and the person did not stand firmly, but fell straight down.

Muto Qing gasped in his right nostril, unable to avoid it, and his body that was propped up a little bit was smashed back into the bed.

Fortunately, there was Yuzi's chest as a cushion, so that his chest did not hurt too much, but the concussion when the back of his head fell, which made the already dizzy brain feel the pain like a pinprick.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was hoarse: "Yuzi, this is the first time I've seen a patient lie back on the bed in this way." ”

Yuzi's cheeks turned red, and she hurriedly got up and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, forgive me, Qingjun." ”

A smile appeared on his face: "Don't be so serious, I mean to laugh, okay, you go out, I'm going to change my clothes and go to school." ”

At the mention of going to school, Tamako's expression became up, and she crossed her hands seriously: "No!" You have to stay at home until you get a cold, listen, and even if you forget, I won't forget. When you were seven years old, you went to school with a cold, and the whole class was infected with a cold, and you were so sick that you had a fever of 38 degrees. ”

"This time, I will never let you go out, lie in bed obediently, and you are not allowed to go anywhere, I will take care of you all the time. Don't worry about the school, my mother will help us ask for leave. ”

Looking at Tamako, who had no negotiation, Muto Qing sighed in his heart, it seemed that the school would not be able to go, and from the memories left by the original owner, he could be sure that the thing was true.

He thought about it, moved his body in the quilt, changed to a more comfortable position, and said lazily: "Okay, I want to brush my teeth and wash my face, you go down and fetch water." ”

Yuzi rolled up her sleeves and waved her fist energetically: "Hey, leave everything to me." ”

Soon, Yuzi, who was a little wet on his face, ran back, holding a basin in his hand, hooking his fingers to a toothbrush and tooth cup, and a towel on his shoulder, looking like an ancient shopkeeper.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face without getting out of bed, and then had breakfast, and Tamako did not use bread for breakfast, but deliberately cooked white rice porridge with pickles.

"Ah," Muto Qing didn't bother to make a move, and opened his mouth wide.

Yuzi didn't know why she said, "Why don't you open your mouth with a soup spoon?" ”

He sighed as a matter of course: "Alas, you still don't understand, I'm a patient, where do I have the strength to grab the soup spoon, of course I need you to feed it." ”

Ay!! The sudden stimulation made Yuzi's hand tremble, and she almost knocked over the porridge, her face was quickly occupied by the red cloud, and she said stiffly: "Don't be so willful, eat it yourself, it's just a cold, and it's not a serious illness, there's no need to even feed the food." ”