The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Chapter 12: A killing shot

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"Queen, a little farewell is better than a wedding."

The cool breath fell on the side of her neck, and the sickly body pressed against her with great strength.

The familiar temperature and quiet smell brought back some memories of the dark night, making Mei Xueyi's breathing slightly irregular.

She struggled slightly in his arms: "That's half the story!"

He held her shoulders and pressed her against the wall of the barrel.

"The rest is like this." The already hoarse voice became even more shockingly deep.

The water splashed suddenly, and the ripples spread out in circles.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he did not forget to stretch out a hand, grab the script, and copy it step by step.

Mei Xueyi grasped the edge of the barrel with both hands, her breath was broken and her vision blurred in an instant.

He knew her body too well.

Knowing ten thousand times better than herself.

Mei Xueyi thought she would die in the water, or melt into the water.

She could only turn around and grab him, like a thin vine wrapped around a solid branch.

When she was dizzy and he took her out of the barrel, wiped away the water drops, and placed her on the soft gold couch, she didn't even want to move a finger.

He was quite energetic, and after a shocking cough, he raised her chin and said with a smile: "The queen is really careless. I have been very restrained. I don't dare to let it go, it's almost impossible!"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She finally understood that this foolish king was determined to die on the bed, and in this way he would take her with him to "keep his name forever."

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He was in a great mood and took the storybook, skipped the part where the mandarin ducks were playing in the water, and continued telling the story.

When the Wei army captured Jiawuguan, Jinling Qin Ji was furious and sent out the most powerful national adviser around her.

This person wears a bronze ghost mask and never shows his true face. Qin Ji's rise to power is mostly due to him, which shows that she is a capable person.

On the day when the Ghost Faced Imperial Master arrived at Jiawu Pass Plain, a once-in-a-lifetime meteor shower hit Jiawu Pass, knocking down a large section of the wall and destroying half of the city gate.

The Patriot army was caught off guard by the 'natural disaster' and suffered heavy casualties.

Jinling took advantage of the situation to attack the city. In this battle, the defending soldiers filled the fire pits with their own flesh and blood, and they were able to defend Jiawu Pass. Before they could take a breath, another meteor shower hit the city, destroying the batch of supplies that Queen Mei Xueyi had personally transported.

In the following battles, the Skyfire Meteors defeated the Patriotic Army formations again and again, causing shocking daily casualties.

Rumors spread that the country's fortunes were in decline, and that it was God's will to destroy the country.

There was a sudden rumbling, and everyone was in danger.

Finally, the spy who infiltrated the Jinling Army risked his life to send back a top-secret message.

The fire rain is not a natural disaster, but a demonic spell cast by the ghost-faced master! He has an evil magical weapon on his body, called the Flying Fire Sword, which can summon skyfire and meteors.

Flying Fire Sword!

Finally I saw these three words.

Mei Xueyi's body was soft at this moment, but she couldn't help but raise a finger, press it on the storybook, and read every word carefully.

As far as three hundred feet away, it can cast a meteor fire shower, and a single bolide can destroy a three-foot city wall - it is indeed a must-have unique magic weapon for the disciples of the Flying Fire Sword Sect.

Her heart was beating rapidly, and she was about to turn the page back, but Wei Jinchao held her finger.

He bowed slightly, poked his head out from behind her in a sinister manner, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"The queen will tell you how to deal with this monster next."

Mei Xueyi thought for a moment and said: "Send an assassin to assassinate, or create an arrow crossbow with a range of more than three hundred feet to sniper from a long distance."

He turned his head and stared at her, his dark eyes motionless.

Mei Xueyi was frightened by his stare and was silent for a long time. Just as she was about to say something to break the silence, he suddenly held her finger and turned the page.

I saw that in the script, it was clearly written -

[The queen proposes a plan to send an assassin to assassinate this person, or to create an arrow crossbow with a range of more than three hundred feet to kill him remotely. ]

Mei Xueyi's heart was shaken, and she felt waves of chills crawling up her spine.

A fateful feeling of overlapping hit her body, and the empty space in her heart seemed to be filled with some sour and sweet liquid, making her tremble slightly unconsciously.

His laughter sounded low in his ears: "My beloved wife is wise."

She opened her mouth: "...who wrote the storybook?"

He smiled but did not answer, just held her hand and continued: "Queen, we are only halfway through the story."

Mei Xueyi composed herself and looked back.

Next, is the part where Wei Jinchao shows off his skills.

The ghost-faced master was surrounded by masters, and the assassins had no way of getting close, so Wei Jinchao and Mei Xueyi worked day and night to develop a long-range heavy crossbow.

This crossbow uses five tendon ropes as strings, and the five strings are fired at the same time. What is shot is not an arrow, but a fine iron halberd that is eight feet long. To use this crossbow, twenty soldiers with amazing arm strength are required to exert force at the same time.

The range of 280 feet is the limit, but the ghost-faced master can cast demonic spells from 300 feet away.

So King Wei personally led an elite force, avoiding the meteors and rain of fire, piercing the enemy's formation like a dagger, and sent the chariot with the five-stringed heavy crossbow within range.

I saw the handsome and heroic Wei Jinchao standing on the crossbow with one foot, ignoring the locust-like enemy troops around him, and pulling the heavy string with one hand.

Twenty people could pull the string, but he only needed one hand!

There was only an earth-shattering crash as the halberd and crossbow pierced the air and captured the enemy general's head in the midst of the chaos.

In the face of this god-like power, the ghost-faced master had no power to resist at all, and was immediately pierced through the chest by a giant crossbow and nailed to the spot.

The strength and precision are peerless. There is no other person who can be as good as King Wei.

After killing the enemy general, the guards, who had been frustrated for many days, broke out of the fortress and fought a decisive battle with Jinling on the plain, killing them until they ran away with their heads in their hands.

Wei Jin made a triumphant return and embraced his beloved wife Mei Xueyi in the military tent - "How about this arrow for your husband?"

She knew that he was not only referring to the arrow on the battlefield, but also the arrow used on her body. She smiled coquettishly and punched him, followed by another frank description that made her face hot.

In short, his power alone is far greater than that of dozens of ordinary people.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She shouldn't have any serious expectations for this unscrupulous talker.

The story has reached this point, and it is 'To be continued'.

Hun Jun lazily threw the threaded storybook aside and caressed her cheek.

"Is there really a ghost-faced master in Jinling?" Mei Xueyi asked.

"Yes." He turned the black jade finger on his left hand casually, "It will be there tomorrow."

She opened her eyes slightly: "Then does he really have a flying fire sword?"

Wei Jinchao laughed.

His long and dark eyes curved into a sinister curve, his pale and thin face leaned towards her, and his thin lips rolled over her cheek: "My silly queen, are you crazy about reading?"

Mei Xueyi knew that people in the mortal world did not know the existence of the Immortal Realm at all.

Immortals and mortals have different paths. There is no aura or resources in the mortal world. The rise and fall of dynasties is just a matter of seclusion for people in the immortal realm. I don't know since when, there have been unwritten rules in the fairyland - you are not allowed to set foot in the mortal world, and you are not allowed to participate in mortal disputes. Anyone who violates the prohibition can be punished.

She has lived for thousands of years, and she has never seen anyone from the Immortal Sect who is too full and idle come to the world to cause trouble.

A demonic cultivator like her has no interest in the territory of mortals.

She turned around and nestled against his chest: "I don't know why, but I feel a little flustered. Your Majesty, do you believe in the destiny of the country?"

Isn't a faint king a sign of ruin for the country

He laughed hoarsely, laughed lowly, laughed for a while, and then held her shoulders heavily with his big hands: "I will take you up to the city wall tomorrow and let you see how I took my little life that night!"

He said it in a hurry, causing him to cough.

After a violent cough, his chest heaved violently and he was panting like an ox.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She put her little hands behind his back and patted his back gently.

But doubts arose in my heart.

The Flying Fire Sword in the storybook is exactly the same as the Flying Fire Sword Sect's unique magic weapon. How could it be just a coincidence

But this Flying Fire Sword Sect was the sect she had stayed in before she became a demon. After she achieved great success in her demonic skills, she slaughtered all the members of the sect...

Mei Xueyi and her in the storybook...

A strange sense of time and space gripped her.

Wei Jinzhao seriously brought her to the city wall.

Different from the desolate and heroic figure in the storybook, she climbed the city wall on a long golden velvet carpet.

There is a palace maid behind her holding a fan, and a palace maid beside her holding a silver tray filled with fresh and sweet berries.

He stretched out his hand to support her, as if taking her on an outing, as thoughtfully as he did.

It's also really ridiculous.

When they reached the city wall, Mei Xueyi lowered her eyes and looked at the great plain in front of Jiawuguan Pass.

Jinling's heavy troops have been deployed on the plain, and in front of the military formation, siege vehicles and ladders are neatly arranged. The Jinling Army is dressed in golden battle armor. Looking from a distance, they can see the cold spears piercing the enemy, and they are fierce and formidable.

Looking at his own side, Xuanjia's Weiguo soldiers all looked like they had the essence of Wei Jinchao, their brows and eyes were languid, and they didn't take the Jinling army pressing down seriously at all.

Mei Xueyi couldn't imagine how this army attacked here and captured this important town.

There was sudden movement in the enemy formation.

A red chariot came from behind. Wherever it passed, Jinling troops lined up on the left and right, bowing their heads to greet it.

"Here we come." Wei Jinchao chuckled.

There was only a person standing above the chariot. It was too far away to see the details. From time to time, cyan metallic light could be seen reflected on his face.

It's the ghost-faced national master.

Mei Xueyi's heart hung slightly. She didn't know whether she wanted this person to use Skyfire Meteor or not.

The chariot gradually approached, and the ghost-faced master took out a red sword from his waist and slowly waved it above his head.

A strange, dry and hot sulfur smell quickly spread over and gathered above the city wall.

Mei Xueyi's breathing stopped.

It is indeed the Flying Fire Sword Sect’s unique magic weapon!

When she slaughtered the entire Feihuo Sword Sect, the smell of fire and brimstone was mixed with the rain of blood from beginning to end.

She subconsciously grabbed Wei Jinchao's sleeve with her backhand.

"Watch out!"

He squeezed her fingers comfortingly and stepped onto the wall.

The strong wind lifted his black robe, and his thin figure seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

He took a small crossbow from the guard behind him.

It is only a little longer than the forearm and is entirely jade-colored.

He raised the crossbow casually, tilted his head, held it in front of his eyes, took a look, and then clicked the spring. The force of the backward tilt pushed him backwards, narrowly avoiding falling off the wall.

Just listen to a 'whoosh', and the sound of breaking wind hits the enemy's formation.

Jade-colored brilliance passed through the sky.

The ghost-faced Imperial Master fell down from the chariot in response.

The sulfurous smell gathering above his head disappeared.

There were thunderous cheers on the city wall. Wei Jinchao slowly turned around and said in a gentle tone: "God's will? The destiny of the country depends on me, not on God."

Mei Xueyi was shaken hard by him.

As soon as her heart, which had been silent for thousands of years, started to beat, she saw him jump off the battlement, throw away the jade crossbow, and pull her into his arms with a wave of his sleeves.

She put her thin lips down and asked in a hoarse voice: "How about this arrow for my husband?"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Isn't this a line from the script