Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

Chapter 111 The Dark Emperor's Seduction of the Oiran (40)

I saw that the leader was a young man in a red robe, riding a horse and looking very high-spirited.

This person is Xiao Muwei.

Behind him were hundreds of well-armed soldiers.

Each man was well-equipped with armor and helmet, and had a sword at his waist.

The villagers, who were originally disheartened, looked at the scene before them and felt a sense of hope rising in their hearts.

It’s like a person walking in the dark for a long time, who suddenly catches a glimpse of a glimmer of light and can’t wait to reach out and grab it.

Zhou Zhong stared at everything in front of him in disbelief. His hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists out of anger and unwillingness.

“This is impossible…!”

His subordinates clearly reported to him that there was nothing unusual.

How come those two people from Shengjing called in so many reinforcements? !

They are just two officials, how could they mobilize so many soldiers to escort them?

The old Taoist knew that the matter had become a big deal, so he had to run away.

But he was caught by Xiao Muwei. He grinned and said, "Old man, where are you running to?"

The young general jumped off his horse, grabbed the old Taoist priest by the collar, and handed him over to the deputy general beside him.

He knelt on one knee and shouted in one direction of the crowd:

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor. Long live the Emperor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers behind him knelt down and lowered their heads.

The shouts were deafening.

Even the world before my eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Zhong stared at the crowd in disbelief.

His Majesty?

How can it be? !

Isn’t he an official from Shengjing?

How could it be the Emperor himself...?!

This was not the end. Xiao Muwei did not stand up, but continued to salute respectfully:

"Greetings to the Grand Master, may the Grand Master live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years!"

The soldiers behind him also echoed loudly.

Zhou Zhong was so frightened that he accidentally fell to the ground.

The villagers were overjoyed after hearing this, and were even more curious and excited.

They looked around, not expecting that the distinguished Emperor and Imperial Master would be hiding among them.

These people have lived in Sensha Village since they were born and have never gone out to the prosperous Shengjing.

Therefore, some people may never meet such a noble person in their entire life.

Seeing this, Quan Si couldn't help but shrugged, "Isn't it a bit too high-profile?"

It's very unfriendly to people like him who are socially anxious.

[Host, do you want to hear what these words mean?] The little ghost lay on his shoulder, with a somewhat resentful expression.

What is social phobia? It is clearly about making society feel fearful, right?!

Qin Ji on the side curled the corners of his lips slightly, and then he slowly put his hand on his face, and with a tear, he took off the mask.

A handsome face was revealed, and the evening breeze rustled his long black hair.

The tall emperor stood facing the wind, with a powerful aura emanating from his body.

"No need to be so polite." The voice was not loud, but it was so steady and powerful.

It seemed as if there was an endless magical power that made the originally frightened villagers feel at ease.

Seeing this, Quan Si no longer hid his identity. He threw his cloak and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

He took off the fake leather mask on his own initiative, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, and his face instantly amazed the world.

The villagers who were nearby were so surprised that they were speechless and just stared at him blankly.

"Do gods really exist in this world?" The hunchbacked old man looked at it blankly.

"Her appearance is as beautiful as a fallen immortal!" A man in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

What followed was a barrage of praises, which soon overshadowed Zhou Zhong's arrogance.

Qin Ji had expected this to happen.

But when he saw those people staring at the person next to him obsessively, he couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

The emperor's expression turned cold. He took Quan Si's wrist and walked straight towards Zhou Zhong who was in the front.

When the villagers saw this, they were shocked by the solemn and murderous aura around him, and they all made way for him without any prior agreement.

Crossing the sea of ​​people, with the evening breeze blowing on their faces, the two quickly cleared a path through the vast crowd.

Quan Si lowered his eyes and looked at the two people's hands clasped together, and for a moment, a lot of thoughts came to his mind.

Somehow, he always had a familiar feeling.

It was as if Qin Ji had held his fingers tightly together before, and they had passed through the cracks of time and returned as they were still each other.

Where does this feeling come from?

He doesn't know.

Zhou Zhong sat slumped on the ground with his head hung, looking like a complete loser.

His three perspectives were severely overturned, and he was trapped in fear for a long time without coming back to his senses.

When someone came to him, he slowly raised his head, but his eyes had completely lost their luster.

Become empty.

"How many villagers have you killed?" Quan Si looked down at him with coldness in his eyes.

Zhou Zhong did not answer his question directly, but looked at Qin Ji blankly, "Are you the emperor?"

He stiffly shifted his gaze and returned it to Quan Si, "National Master?"

"This is impossible! How can you change your appearance so easily?" He murmured, on the verge of collapse.

The next second, it seemed as if it was going to jump up, turn into a mad dog, and bite the person in front of it viciously.

“Although there are not many people in the world who know how to disguise themselves, as long as they use it well, it can be a trump card.” Qin Ji said coldly.

His tone was cold and his expression was as cold as ice.

The murderous aura around him could not be concealed in any way.

His hand has already reached for the sword at his waist, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

In a single thought, life or death is difficult to determine.

"Zhou Zhong." Quan Si raised a devilish smile at the corner of his lips, which was obviously extremely stunning, but also chilling.

He could clearly see the other person's appearance, the look of fear and panic, and the ugly posture of him sitting on the ground.

"If you had just done your job as a clerk honestly, you wouldn't be in this situation today." He sighed softly.

"Why live my entire life as an unforgivable criminal?" The next second, a dagger appeared in his hand.

It was the blood-flying sword that could cut through iron like mud.

Zhou Zhong knew that he would definitely die here today.

Thinking of his long-term careful planning, day-to-day layout, watered with blood and river water.

Just for the obsession and madness in my heart.

Now that I know the ending, I know it cannot be changed.

Zhou Zhong gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, and drew the sword from his waist.

His excessive madness made his movements very fast, but Qin Ji still blocked them with his sword.

"Don't hurt him." The young king's expression was grim, and surging murderous intent rushed out like a floodgate breaking open.

Quan Si was fully capable of handling this situation. He was about to thrust out with his dagger, but was suddenly stopped by his action.

"You are an emperor, but you also have people to protect." It was obvious that Zhou Zhong was struggling to resist, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

"It's the same for me, Zhou." The next moment, his other hand hanging behind his back suddenly turned into a dagger and stabbed forward.

However, the sneak attack did not work.

His wrist was held firmly by Quan Si.

The night wind was blowing, her silver hair was fluttering, and her phoenix eyes were emitting a flickering light.