Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

Chapter 16: The affectionate emperor's favorite (15)

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With a "boom", Yan Wuse knelt down directly.

It was hard to tell whether it was tears or blood on his face, they were mixed together and looked eerie.

"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me!" But the decibel of this voice did not decrease by half.

Ding—Yan Colorless's favorability is reduced by ten, leaving twenty percent.

This reduction makes perfect sense!

To be honest, if I were a male protagonist and saw Yan Wuse's ferocious face now, I would probably have to reduce it by thirty!

The host is really whimsical. A sudden word from the system extinguished her raging desire to lose thirty years!

Humph, broken system. I don’t know if there was a personality disorder when I was admitted to the library. It’s not humane at all!

Zhao Anyang didn't speak, with a look that saw everything through, and looked at Yan Wucolor who was kneeling on the ground with half-squinted eyes.

Taohua stood up directly, pointed at Luo Qingchen and knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for your Majesty! That vicious man is carrying a murderous weapon and he will put your Majesty to death!"

The master and servant sang and harmonized, and their acting was very realistic.

"Oh? The murder weapon?" Zhao Anyang raised his eyebrows, looked at the unknown object held by Luo Qingchen next to him, and frowned slightly.

Ma De, these two blackened little white flowers are obviously trying to kill Xiao Qiu.

Not to mention one hundred feet, with Xiaoqiu's body, fifty feet would probably kill her.

She was acting in self-defense. Does she understand common sense

Luo Qingchen lowered his eyes slightly and put the mace in his right hand behind his back, shouting silently in his heart: System, system, do you have the function to retract the mace instantly? I have used it up now and I don't need it for the time being. You can take it back first. ! Next time it’s useful, I’m asking you to get it!

Not yet. The system rejected it directly without emotion.

Why not yet? So what you are saying is that it will happen in the future

Without redemption value, the virtual space cannot be opened.

Mad, I’m so angry!

Seeing her shrinking, Zhao Anyang stretched out his hand slightly and took out her hand behind her back.

"Yes, this is it!" Yan Wuse cried as if he saw the light of justice: "This is the murder weapon she used to murder my concubine!"

Zhao Anyang did not turn his eyes to look at Yan Wuse, but stared at Luo Qingchen who was a little aggrieved in front of him and said, "Why do you bring such a dangerous thing out?"

He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. If she wasn't insecure, why would she keep such a thing around her.

Just after the morning court, she heard Eunuch Lin's report, and Yan Wuse went to find her.

His heart suddenly lifted. He had just enjoyed her tenderness and clinginess by his side.

What should he do if something happens

"I… "

"You are so reckless as to carry such a dangerous thing with you. What if you fall and hurt yourself?" Luo Qingchen wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Zhao Anyang.

At this moment, Yan Wuse froze in place. She was the victim, so why did she look worried about that woman.

Why? His eyes were all about her, and he didn't even look at her

is her! She is the injured one, the vicious woman with the murder weapon in her hand, and she should be punished

But why, what she heard. But it was the emperor who was full of relationship and tenderness towards her, as if he were caring for a treasure and holding her in the palm of his hand.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, only to see a worried look in his eyes.

Luo Qingchen was stunned, feeling a little moved in his heart, and a mist gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Xiaoqiu—"

"exist."

"You send Madam back to the Zichen Palace first. Madam is a little frightened. You are so kind to me." Zhao Anyang's eyes were still looking at him, with charming doting, melting her heart inch by inch. (To be continued)