Wen Yue had to admit that these damn bitches had a lot of tricks to force her into such an embarrassing situation.
—The ground was littered with poisonous insect bodies, wisps of hair, and mottled blood stains that could not be identified.
Even if they become ordinary people, they seem to be able to find a hundred ways to kill people. They made the best possible use of this weak body, grabbing the pain and tearing it hard.
At this time, Wen Yue felt a little lucky that she had left Qinglian, the only living maid...
Hee, this young, innocent and kind-hearted little girl didn't see the weirdness in them at all. He just saw her being forced into dangerous situations, she was so scared that she burst into tears and she tried desperately to stop these hosts.
Most of the sharp objects at the palace banquet were taken away. Wen Yue had suspected that they were kept so cleanly and systematically operated behind the scenes, just to maintain the balance of competition.
Who knew that this little girl Qinglian had found some real "murder weapons" from nowhere, and it turned into a huge bug!
Although Wen Yue, who was holding the bug in her hand, was in a state of embarrassment, she still looked at the hosts provocatively with her lips curled up. The blood slid down her sleeves inch by inch, and Wen Yue didn't care. All she needed was to save her life from the sneak attacks of these damn women, and the real breakthrough was—
Not any of them!
Wen Yue suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps. The sound sounded strong and solid. It was accompanied by the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, which made her eyes light up.
She casually wiped the scar on her forehead with a torn sleeve, raising the corners of her lips with a victor's smile. Wen Yue looked down at these palace concubines and hosts from a high position, speaking contemptuously with her lips, and her slightly parted lips contained a strong murderous intention.
"You guys lost."
"I am the real winner!"
The eyes of the palace concubines and hosts flickered, and they glanced directly at the sickly young man sitting in a wheelchair in front of them. His identity really made the hosts' hearts tremble, and they began to think that something had gone terribly wrong!
How could Luo Zhifeng survive in Tan Yi's hands? ! This man-eating tiger is not like a person like Wen Yue who would be fascinated by beauty, and now Luo Zhifeng is sitting here...
Doesn't this mean that Tan Yi failed
That damn group of private soldiers that King Yuan and the stud male host worked so hard to raise, but in the end they couldn't defeat these miscellaneous soldiers recruited from who knows who outside? !
Several hosts gritted their silver teeth in their hearts, looking at Wen Yue's success and wanting to eat his bones.
Wen Yue, Wen Yue! Why was she lucky in everything? At such a critical moment... it was her good luck that got the upper hand. Where did this put their careful planning!
While being ruthless, several palace concubine hosts had reached a consensus through invisible eye contact - no matter how lucky Wen Yue was, they would temporarily give her the benefit.
Once she returns to the system space, she will no longer have the final say. What the experiment gives is only a quota. If the winner of this quota dies, it will just be another one chosen from the remaining ones!
The hosts have long thought that they have seen through the system's attitude towards hosts that encourages fighting and killing. Just because Wen Yue got the only quota, it does not mean that she is the designated candidate. Others can kill her at any time and rob her of the only quota... In the end, life is not the only one. He is the king.
"Concubine Wen."
After Wen Yue saw several palace concubines being helplessly restrained, she turned towards Luo Zhifeng.
She saw that Luo Zhifeng's figure seemed to be a little thinner, and his face was so pale and transparent that even the words "Concubine Wen" seemed to be forced out of his lips.
Concubine Wen felt more and more that the words "Concubine Wen" spoken by Luo Zhifeng were like gentle love words, and she immediately spoke with great enthusiasm: "Zhi... Luo Xiangshi, after a while, I... I will make you no longer suffer. The torture of illness.”.
When she returns to the system space with her, this small world will become another trophy for Wen Yue, and the dynasty's rule above it will continue forever under Wen Yue's rule.
By then, Luo Zhifeng will be the national master inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, and will no longer suffer from illness-this is the honor that Wen Yue will bestow upon him!
As she spoke, Wen Yue turned her head with some tenderness and looked at the maid Qinglian who had helped her a lot: "Qinglian, good boy... Do you want to be the princess of the Yuan Kingdom? When Gu Yunting marries away to a barbarian land, she You will become a foreigner. And you will be the only noble princess of the Yuan Kingdom!"
In her words, she regarded Gu Yunting, whom she had once won over, as a complete tool. So what kind of thing is the princess she wants to marry
It was just a servile plaything. Wen Yue felt sick to her stomach at the thought of Gu Yunting getting mixed up with such ugly people as barbarians after the wedding.
Qinglian raised his cheeks in surprise and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands. Wen Yue stared at her intently, expecting her to cry with excitement for her reward, but unexpectedly, a strange voice came from the mouth of her maid.
"Qinglian is unwilling."
No, this is not a strange voice... She has obviously heard this voice before, it's familiar! Wen Yue's eyes widened as she saw the makeup on "Qinglian's" face being wiped away along with her "tear stains", revealing a face that Wen Yue was all too familiar with—
Gu Yunting!
She sneered at Gu Yunting... Why was she here? !
Looking at Gu Yunting's gentle smile, Wen Yue felt a sincere sense of absurdity. She intuitively felt that something had gone off the rails and lost control, but she subconsciously believed that everything was actually still under her control.
She waved her hand and ordered Gu Huijun, who was guarding Luo Zhifeng's wheelchair: "Grab this woman and immediately find out the whereabouts of Qinglian! If anything happens to Qinglian, I will have you chopped into pieces and skinned and deboned." !”
Gu Yunting's eyelashes were slightly pressed down, and she looked good-tempered no matter what. She whispered softly: "Your Majesty, why don't you come and listen to your attendants' thoughts?"
As soon as her voice fell, Wen Yue heard a burst of neat footsteps, and people standing in armor separated into a wide avenue. The attendants who were called by Gu Yunting were hesitantly moving forward from the road specially reserved for them.
Wen Yue hadn't noticed anything unusual yet. The attitude of these attendants was so groveling that she had no idea what they would do.
Could this be some kind of director's play? Just to congratulate her? Wen Yue was so stupid that she couldn't see anything. At this moment, she could still ignore any fatal point, and only focused her narrow gaze on the only thing that was beneficial to her.
Then, she looked at—
The footsteps of these timid attendants went from hesitant to faster and faster, and they were approaching him in three or two steps.
Wen Yue finally saw clearly the twisted expressions of hatred on the downcast faces of these attendants, their trembling arms and the blades clutched in their hands.
When Wen Yue realized this, she felt the sharp and stinging touch of being stabbed in her abdomen and hands!
She finally heard the whispers and roars from the mouths of these humble and lowly slaves: "Death to the evil spirits!"
"Kill you to avenge them!"
"Go to hell, go to hell!!"
Ah... what? Wen Yue was so slow that she didn't react at all. She just felt like the world was spinning, and the vision in front of her was dyed red with blood. In the bright red field of vision, what Wen Yue could see most clearly was the white clothes of Luo Zhifeng who was sitting there—
Wen Yue saw Luo Zhifeng's expression clearly at this moment. He was staring at her, smiling quietly and terrifyingly.
The white robe on his body was blown by the wind, inexplicably like the white funeral streamers.