In the Dalu Dynasty, all nations bowed their heads.
In the twelfth year of Li Xuan, the young emperor who conquered all nations suddenly suffered from insomnia, became moody, and became a tyrant who took pleasure in killing people.
Everyone in the court was worried and fearful. Countless famous doctors came to Beijing but ended up in different places.
Fu Yanqi was a powerful emperor, but not a good man. He regarded all things as nothing but grass and had the power to kill.
But recently, a dark shadow always appeared in his dreams, entangling him and tearing his heart, suffocating him and preventing him from falling asleep.
The ministers said that he was possessed by ghosts and invited countless witch doctors and warlocks, but those idiots were of no use at all, and instead made him even more irritable.
Late at night, at Huaqing Palace, blood splattered on the curtains. Fu Yanqi's eyes were glowing red, his collar was wide open, his face was stained with red liquid, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, like a demon coming out of hell.
This was the first time that Bai Cenxi saw him, and fear gradually spread in his misty eyes.
He was on his way to class when he suddenly fell into this place. The smell of blood and fear around him made him want to vomit.
Bai Cenxi held her schoolbag tightly and looked at the tall demon with trembling eyes: "Don't... Don't kill me... Please..."
Fu Yanqi turned his head and looked at the handsome and pitiful man kneeling on the floor, and the demonic irritability in his heart gradually dissipated.
He walked up to Bai Cenxi, raised his chin with his sword, and looked into those fearful eyes: "Are you here to save me, or are you here to kill me..."
Purpose: Love the world
