Damn! Host, Stop Messing Around, This Crazy Beauty Has a Fiery Temper

【Dual Male Protagonists + Quick Transmigration + Extreme 1v1 + These two are more cunning than the other】The world is unfair. Some are born noble and in the spotlight, while others come from hu...

Chapter 306: The Demon Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (10)

Chapter 306: The Demon Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (10)

Will I die?

Is he going to die?

Xiao Zhuzi didn't know that his mind was blank and he had no time to think.

The emperor sitting on the high throne reacted at this moment, and his originally polite attitude suddenly changed. He glared at them and said, "How dare you fool me! Come here, come here..."

"Your Majesty, please calm down..."

Just as Jiang Feng ran out and tried to be a good guy, Yu Huo raised his voice and said suddenly, "Your Majesty, I have no intention of fooling you."

Seeing him standing upright in the hall, Yue Wu's brows furrowed even more tightly as he shouted angrily, "You still say you didn't fool me? You've played tricks on me, and I will tear you into pieces to avenge my hatred!"

Yu Huo quickly replied, "Your Majesty, I can indeed communicate with ghosts and gods, but I have no choice but to pretend to be a ghost. I hope Your Majesty can give me a chance to defend myself."

"The evidence is irrefutable, yet you still dare to quibble?" Yue Wu looked at the young man below and almost laughed out loud. "Alright, I'll give you a chance and see how you defend yourself."

Yu Huo stepped forward and asked softly, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, what is your impression of a Taoist priest?"

Yue Wu was surprised for a moment, then snorted, "Of course you're pretending!"

Yu Huo curled his lips and chuckled, "Yeah, if I don't use these methods, how many people in the world will believe me?"

Yue Wu didn't understand what he meant. He thought this guy could lie without a doubt. Instead, he looked at him with a new respect and said, "You deceived me and you don't even have the slightest remorse. I don't think you'll cry until you see the coffin!"

Yu Huo wasn't frightened. He slowly bowed, his posture humble, but his tone full of confidence: "Your Majesty, I can still summon ghosts without turmeric paper and alcohol, and I can still exorcise evil spirits without talismans. But if I don't have the blessing of these things, I'm afraid the world won't even look at me. How can I tell fortunes and read faces, let alone exorcise evil spirits?"

Yue Wu narrowed his eyes and asked, "So you lied to gain people's trust?"

"That's right." Yu Huo raised his head calmly and said with a smile, "Everything I just said is true. Your Majesty, would you like to give it a try?"

Hearing this, Yue Wu finally became interested. He was silent for a few seconds, then looked at the silent man in white and asked, "Beauty? What do you think?"

Seeing that he was interested, Jiang Feng naturally wouldn't say anything that contradicted his idea. He nodded in agreement: "Your Majesty, why not give it a try."

Yue Wu raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, leaned lazily on his chair, and glared at the young man in the hall who was neither humble nor arrogant: "How do you want to try?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo walked forward, quickly raised his hand and gently tapped his brow.

Yue Wu immediately leaned back cautiously, a look of suspicion on his face, "What are you trying to do, you rascal?"

Yu Huo smiled faintly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply, and his eyes hidden under the cotton strips instantly turned blood red.

"I'll open your Yin-Yang eyes~"

Squeak——

The palace door was blown open by a cold wind, and the chilly night wind rushed into the room, blowing out a series of shrill cries.

The young man stood there, like a snowy mountain peak, cold and outstanding, but the words he spoke had a gloomy tone, as if he was catering to the whistling night wind.

Boom—boom—boom boom boom boom…

The attendants belatedly raised their heads and saw the rattles above their heads swaying in the wind. The light bullets hit the porcelain-white drumheads uncontrollably, making a creepy sound.

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly filled their ears. Everyone looked forward and saw that the emperor, who had just been sitting upright, had collapsed under the chair, pointing his finger at the ceiling with a look of horror in his eyes.

"Xu, Xu Zhaoyi! Don't come over here, don't come over here..."

The palace maids were frightened by Yue Wu's words. They looked at each other in confusion.

Didn’t Xu Zhaoyi die a long time ago?

The personal attendant came to his senses, frowned and stepped forward, intending to support him.

But Yue Wu was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly: "Ah ...

The scene was in chaos. Xiao Zhuzi looked at Yu Huo and walked over to him and asked quietly, "Brother Yu? What's going on?"

Yu Huo ignored him and just reached out and tapped the other person's eyebrows lightly.

Xiao Zhuzi's eyelids suddenly felt like two big stones were hanging on them, and they closed heavily together. This feeling only lasted for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, an illusory figure appeared in front of him.

The other person was wearing pink silk and floating forward at a constant speed, accompanied by the laughter of various voices.

As the woman gradually approached, the emperor's mentality collapsed. He sat on the ground and floundered backwards in embarrassment, wishing he could shrink behind the seat.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here...Master, Master, save me!"

The woman in pink silk clothes had messy long hair. She stood in front of the other person, stretched out a pair of slender white hands, and bent down to touch Yue Wu's head.

Yue Wu was frightened and panicked. She crawled out from under the seat in a very unruly manner and fell to the ground again with a thud.

The woman in pink turned around at the right moment, revealing a face without skin covering it. It was covered in blood and her facial features could not be seen clearly.

Xiao Zhuzi's pupils suddenly dilated and he opened his mouth to shout for help, but a hand blocked his mouth first, forcibly suppressing all his fear.

The female ghost in his sight paid no attention to him. She just kept getting closer to Yue Wu, her voice hollow and coquettish: "My king, you haven't come to favor me for a long time..."

Yue Wu picked up her shoes that had fallen to the ground and threw them at the other person, shouting heartbreakingly: "Get out! Get out!!"

"My king, didn't you say you loved my delicate skin the most? Look at my skin, isn't it smooth?" As she spoke, the female ghost touched her face. When she felt the uneven rotten flesh, her eyes instantly became as if poisoned, and she shrieked, "My face is gone! Where is my face?!"

"It's you! You made my face into a human-skin drum... Your Majesty, you have such a cruel heart~"

"My skin, give me back my skin..."

Yue Wu hugged herself tightly and hurriedly explained, "Who told you to always urge me to go to court? I ignored you, yet you shamelessly cling to me.

It’s all Jiang Feng’s fault. He said, “Since that’s the case, why not peel off your skin and make it into a human face drum? I can also pray for the well-being of Daning and do my bit…”

The more doting he showed before, the more ironic it is now.

Just when everyone was secretly looking at the culprit, the other party was not affected at all. The corners of his lips unexpectedly rose up strangely, and he looked particularly happy.

For some unknown reason, the heartbeats of those palace ladies who were watching the show suddenly quickened. They hurriedly lowered their heads and continued to stand there like quails.

On the other side, Yue Wu was still screaming in fear, looking so pitiful.

However, Daning Chao's luck had not yet run out, and the wronged spirits could not harm him for the time being. But after discovering that Yue Wu could see them, the ghosts who had died tragically in the human-faced drum torture suddenly crawled out from it and rushed towards Yue Wu.

"My king, I died so unjustly~"

"My king, return my life to me~"

"Your Majesty, you are such a tyrant!"

“Your Majesty…”

Yue Wu was surrounded by ghosts, screaming and shouting: "Master! Master! Please save me..."

Jiang Feng looked at this scene calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He glanced at the young man who was sitting on the wall in the hall and seemed to be watching a play, and a happy smile appeared on his thin red lips.

Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting~