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Before he finished speaking, the surveillance cameras in the corridor turned at the same time, aiming at Yu Tong who was standing in front of the eldest princess's room.

"Young people nowadays all like to wear palace maids' uniforms. I don't think I've seen you before. Were you just imprisoned? Look up and let me see your face."

Yu Tong didn't move.

He had to act according to circumstances in his dream, and he was wondering if the old emperor had any other use.

Seeing that he didn't move, the old emperor controlled several armed guards to slowly approach.

Yu Tong quickly came up with a plan in his mind.

He adjusted his expression and shrank back.

Under the surveillance camera, the baby-faced young man in a maid outfit shivered twice, like a frightened little rabbit, and raised his head timidly with red eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't notice the notice before. I, I'm not an assassin. Can you please put the gun down? I don't want to be torn to pieces, I'm scared. I'm sorry, don't kill me..."

He blinked and timidly grasped the hem of his clothes. "Please, I came in accidentally. They caught the wrong person. My cultivation is too low. I can't be an assassin."

Seeing the guards getting closer, the boy lowered his head and sobbed twice in panic.

The broadcast fell silent for a moment, and after a while, the old emperor's voice sounded again.

"No, I think you're the assassin! Bring him to my room, I want to interrogate him myself!"

system:……

Why did you mess with him?

Chapter 37 The First World (37)

Several armed guards forcibly sent Yu Tong to the emperor's bedroom.

Yu Tong lay on the ground, trembling, and occasionally letting out suppressed sobs.

An old man's voice echoed in the room, "Lift your head."

Yu Tong's face was pale, he bit his lower lip tightly and raised his head timidly.

The old emperor, wearing golden silk pajamas, lay on a large bed not far away. He stared at him with fervent eyes and nodded with satisfaction. "What level of cultivation do you have to dare to assassinate the emperor?"

Yu Tong seemed to be frightened and could not utter a complete sentence. He could only apologize over and over again.

The more he cried, the more excited the old emperor became.

Yu Tong wiped her tears and said, "I'm really not an assassin. Although my parents are cultivators, they passed away when I was young, so there was no one to teach me how to cultivate immortality."

"I was able to enter the Cultivation Academy thanks to the recommendation letters they left behind. I've only been studying for less than half a semester and only reached the first level of Body Refining a few days ago. I only have slightly better physical strength and flexibility than others, but I can't be an assassin at all."

The old emperor's eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Physical strength, flexibility...good, good, good."

He patted the bed and asked him to come over for an examination. Once he was sure that there were no dangerous items on him, he could be cleared of suspicion of being an assassin.

Yu Tong looked at him expectantly, clutching the hem of her skirt and asking pitifully, "Really?"

The old emperor smiled in a particularly amiable manner, "Your Majesty, do not joke."

Yu Tong pursed her lips and smiled happily, bowed respectfully, and trotted over with a silly look on her face.

The old emperor stroked his fingers and secretly manipulated the sheets on the bed.

As soon as the boy sat down on the bed, the sheets would wrap directly around his wrists, restraining him tightly.

The child was fair and cute, with exceptionally clear eyes. It was obvious that he was well protected by his family and had never seen the dangers of the world.

Seeing the boy approaching, the old emperor's cloudy eyes lit up.

He patted the bed and was about to urge her, but the boy who had just been so weak and pitiful suddenly took out the decorative belt on her maid outfit and put it around his neck.

He acted so quickly and suddenly that the old emperor had no time to react.

The boy skillfully grabbed the old emperor and dragged him off the bed. He punched him in the abdomen several times, causing the old emperor to roll his eyes.

The old emperor tried hard to concentrate and try to manipulate the armed guards outside to come in.

He had just imagined the appearance of the armed guard in his mind when a clean, white, and pleasant-looking fist hit him in the face.

The old emperor's ears were buzzing, and there was no longer any image of the guards in his mind.

Yu Tong knew that the old emperor must have the ability to manipulate dreams to a small extent.

Otherwise, how could he, an ordinary person, easily control so many cultivators in his dream and forcibly insult a male cultivator?

However, his ability wasn't that great, most likely the same as Yun Mingchen's, able to add some imagination to the existing dream framework.

Otherwise, those monsters wandering outside the palace would have been dealt with by him long ago, and the stalemate would not have lasted until now.

Yu Tong did not tell Brother Chen that the old emperor could manipulate dreams, nor did he tell him that the old emperor had forced people in dreams.

He was worried that if he said this, Brother Chen would ask him to stay away from the Dog Emperor.

Yu Tong loosened his grip, and the old emperor covered his neck, collapsed on the carpet and coughed violently.

Yu Tong squatted beside him, "Are you feeling better?"

The old emperor took a deep breath, with a smile on his face, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The chandelier above Yu Tong's head began to sway slightly from side to side, and the place where it was connected to the roof broke off bit by bit.

The system heard the noise and looked up, [Fuck, Xiao Yu, quickly... hide]

Yu Tong hid faster than it could shout.

He dodged the chandelier, grabbed the old emperor by the collar, and slapped him hard in the face several times.

The emperor's dignity and pride were shattered one by one.

He saw the fake white rabbit in front of him pick up the chandelier fragments on the ground, aiming them at his eye sockets and preparing to dig out his eyes.

The old emperor shuddered and spoke incoherently: "No, no, no! Let's talk it over. I believe you are not an assassin. If you have any requests, just ask. Don't fight!"

Yu Tong lowered his eyes and looked at him scrutinizingly, "Can you ask for anything?"

"Anything is fine, as long as I can do it!"

Yu Tong pulled a chair over and tied the old emperor's neck with a belt like a dog.

"From now on, your dream belongs to me. I heard that there was a monk named Su Feng in your dream. Use your little radio to notify him to come over."