Evil Phoenix Rebirth: Emperor Zun, God-defying Favorite

Chapter 1 tit for tat
The peak of the world, the sky world.

In front of the Qiongxiao Palace with carved jade railings.

Everyone leaned over behind a stunning and charming man, and walked slowly with his pace, never forgetting the danger.

The more powerful and backward the people, the more panicked they felt.

'Emperor, I'm in a bad mood. '

A beautiful man dressed in white clothes carved with dragon patterns carved with golden silk, walked forward slowly.

The layers of wide sleeves with golden silk dragon patterns fell to the ground, and he exuded from the inside out the aura of a god emperor who ruled the world and sympathized with the common people.

Whether it's his appearance or his spirit, in the realm of the firmament, above the nine heavens, he is unrivaled.

The crowd trembled behind him, shuddered, and bowed their heads not daring to profane.

Emperor Zun, everyone knows why they are worried.

When everyone is thinking.

"Di Youming." The icy and clear voice came from above.

Everyone's expression changed upon hearing that, in the world of the firmament, there is only one person in the whole world who dares to call these three words so directly.

The cold and charming man in the white dress with golden silk dragon pattern, his heart tightened, and he turned around immediately.

A seductive red-dressed woman descended from the sky, holding a blood-colored long sword, passed the crowd, and stood in front of him.

A peerless and alluring woman, a pair of beautiful eyes amazed the world. The dark blue pupils reflected the blooming purple mandala.

On weekdays, women raise their feather fans and raise their eyelashes slightly, looking forward to shine.

At this moment, this pair of bright eyes are as cold as mandosahua on the road to the underworld, cold and heartless, without a trace of emotion.

The blood-red long sword in her hand was pointing at the handsome man in front of her, the sword tip was only a punch away from the opponent's heart.

Such blasphemy, this man of the gods above the nine heavens, everyone is afraid; only she, everyone dare not act rashly.

The man's blond hair is like a waterfall, his eyelids are raised, and his peerless appearance has faded away from all colors.

With such a soul-stirring face, in the eyes of the sword-wielding woman, there is no trace of waves.

The man moved his lips slightly, and was about to speak.

"You killed them?" The red-clothed woman's voice was as cold as ice, and the blood sword in her hand moved slightly, and the sword tip was only half a fist away from the man's heart.

"Hmm!" It was just one word, his voice was low and full of evil spirits.

However, this word, like a bloody sword in a woman's hand, pierces into the man's heart, causing colic pain to spread.

The red-clothed woman has gorgeous cold eyes, coated with a layer of peerless frost.

The beautiful man's heart sank, and he said ruthlessly, "They deserve to die."

With a "bang", the bloody long sword in the red-clothed woman's hand fell on the white jade-cut stone ground, crisp and loud.

Everyone's heart jumped in shock, they were silent like cicadas, and they even hid their breath unconsciously.

Why did the red-clothed woman drop the blood sword from her hand? It was only because the person in front of her was someone she deeply loved.

The sword is like his heart, it hurts her heart, and it will only be her who will tear her heart and lungs apart.

The revenge of killing relatives is hindered by emotion; once emotional, it will be unforgettable.

The moment the blood sword fell, the noble man with a few strands of blond hair trembled at the tip of his heart, and his bright purple eyes only reflected the woman in red.

"In your heart, don't I deserve to die too?" the woman in red clothes said with a smile on her face.

The blond man stared straight ahead, noncommittal.

"Heh—" Qing Leng laughed, the blue eyes reflecting the purple mandala blinked lightly, and the woman in red turned around with a flick of her sleeves, leaping into the sky.

The blond man felt as if his heart had been gouged out, he ignored it and stared at everyone.

Everyone felt chills from the depths of their hearts.

"Di Youming." A resolute and cold voice came from high above the sky.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they raised their heads.

The beautiful woman in red dress, with the pattern of Yuanli standing on the mandala flower table, spread Yuanli all around, looking down at the blond man.

The blond man clenched his fists and looked up.

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