Chapter 57: Excitement Mission Progress 66%

After the imperial sister knew his dirty thoughts, she would never speak to him like that again.

If it were her, she would just say, how disgusting, I never want to see you again.

"I'm your sister, what's wrong with you?" Zhaoran looked puzzled.

The controlled puppets can only respond to some simple questions, but they cannot understand anything more complicated.

Yin Zhi didn't expect Shang Weiting to find out so quickly. They only said a few words to each other.

It’s terrifying when you think about it.

Moreover, Zhaoran looked a little strange, which showed that Zhaoran was very gentle to his younger brother from the bottom of his heart.

As to whether it is family affection or love, it is hard to say.

Shang Weiting's face turned grim, he clamped Zhaoran's arm, as if his eyes were going to see through him in the next second.

He seemed to sense something, lifted up Zhaoran's sleeve, and stared at him: "Puppet thread?"

He knew about this thing; in fact, he was very familiar with it.

But his first reaction was not to worry about some dirty things sneaking into the palace, but instead a sense of ecstasy rose in his heart.

So, deep down in her heart, the princess doesn't really reject him that much?

Does she love him too?

Even if there was only a slight possibility, Shang Weiting still felt a little dizzy.

She loves him.

These three words sound crazy.

The moment his action began to offend Zhao Ran, her brows knitted tightly, and she shook his hand away with force, as if her body instinct had been triggered. There was a bit of confusion in her eyes: "A Ting, what are you doing? I am your sister."

Although the action was forceful, the tone was gentle, as if he was making sense.

Shang Weiting's Adam's apple rolled, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Royal sister, why did you shake me off? Even if your mind is imprisoned by puppet silk, you still can't stand my touch?"

“We are the closest people.”

"It's okay, at least you are willing to talk to me now, that's enough."

His eyes were full of madness. Zhao Ran suddenly seemed to have crashed, as if he couldn't process so much information at once. He just stared blankly at Shang Weiting.

"Royal sister..." He murmured, his voice extremely hoarse.

His fingertips gently stroked her cheek, rubbed her brow bone, nose bridge, and finally stopped on her soft lips.

He kissed her hard.

After a long time, Zhaoran pushed him away. Her face was flushed, and she panted and glared at Shang Weiting.

"Why did you bite me?"

"Sister, this is a kiss. I am kissing you. I love you."

…

grass!

Yin Zhiyi looked at this restricted scene and cried out in his heart, the plot didn't mention that there were bones*!

I only mentioned that the emperor wanted the stars but not the moon for Zhao Ran, but I didn't expect...

Yin Zhiyi felt that there were quite a few perverts in this book.

For example, Yan Shiman’s father and master, Zhao Ran before he was charged, and Shang Weiting now.

In fact, she is quite afraid of such extremists.

Social instability factors.

She glanced at Yan Shiman beside her and breathed a sigh of relief. It was really weird. The villain in the book was the least like a villain. She listened to Yan Shiman's thoughts every day and didn't hear any problems.

An inexplicable sense of peace.

At least the people around her are normal.

Just as Yin Zhiyi was sighing, the system in his mind suddenly rang.

--【drop! The goal of mission three has been achieved, the story line has been completed, and the mission completion rate is 66%! 】

——[The remaining task is to ask the host to stay away from the villain and survive until the end! 】

Yin Zhiyi looked at the task board several times with satisfaction. The big green words 66 on it made her suddenly happy.

The original owner's storyline has finally come to an end.

Right now, nothing could make her more excited than going home.

Yan Shiman looked at the person in front of him in an obscure way. The girl's face was filled with unconcealed excitement, which was different from any previous time.

He suddenly thought of something, and when he looked up again, the darkness in his eyes disappeared without a trace.

…

Deep in the imperial palace, there is a quiet palace.

There are large tracts of bamboo forests and hibiscus flowers planted around it.

Although it is located deep in the palace, it has a sense of paradise, like a colored landscape ink painting.

What’s even more amazing is the person in the painting.

He was sitting in the square pavilion, dressed in white, looking otherworldly. When one looked at his face clearly, one could sense his elegant aura.

Ji Changfeng calmly placed the last particle, and the situation on the field suppressed the opponent. Although he had an elegant temperament, the chess game seemed a bit treacherous.

"I lost, but the teacher is still so awesome." Shang Weiting casually threw the chess piece into the chess basket next to him with a smile on his face.

Ji Changfeng poured a cup of tea slowly and said calmly, "Your Majesty is too impetuous today."

"The teacher is still as insightful as ever."

"Tell me, what does your majesty want from me?"

Ji Changfeng didn't seem surprised by Shang Weiting's arrival.

"Teacher, are you sure that sacrificing half of the people in the city can bring me good luck?" Shang Weiting did not hide the distrust in his eyes. He is no longer the puppet emperor who was controlled by Ji Changfeng. Even if he cannot compete with Ji Changfeng 100%, he can still do it to the death.

"Of course, when we first started working together, I promised that once the Soul Sacrifice Formation was completed, not only would the fate of the Bei Tianshi sect change, but also yours and the Xianyun Nation's fate. We complement each other, Your Majesty."

"Besides, hasn't Your Majesty felt the benefits of the reversal of the fate during this period?"

Ji Changfeng suppressed the impatience in his eyes. In the past, in order to make things easier, he carefully selected such an unpopular but easy-to-control puppet emperor from among the royal children. However, he did not expect that even a puppet would develop the mentality of rebellion after a long time.

He sneered in his heart, but a puppet is just a puppet after all, how could the master really let the puppet escape from his control?

"Your Majesty, you know how many people in the court want to support the new emperor. Don't you want to eliminate them in one fell swoop?"

"Even if it's for Her Royal Highness the Princess, this deal is worth it."

Ji Changfeng's tone was very light, just like the wind passing by.

But once it blew, it seemed to take root in Shang Weiting's heart.

Ji Changfeng was not in a hurry for his answer, because he knew that Shang Weiting would definitely agree.

When a person asks for something from others, no matter how well he pretends, it will be revealed inadvertently, not to mention that what he is asking for is his weak spot.

Another game of chess is over.

The person sitting opposite has already left.

The result wasn’t much new.

Ji Changfeng raised the corner of his mouth, and his tone remained unhurried: "The person has left."

Hearing this, two people walked out from the bamboo shelter beside the pavilion.

"Master." The person who came had a shrill voice and bowed respectfully. The moment he raised his head, the face that appeared was He Xi.

There was another person standing next to him.

Ji Ci took a step forward expressionlessly: “Father.”

He clenched his fists tightly as he bowed; he heard everything that had just been said.

During this period, it was like he was truly getting to know his father for the first time.

They were not a close father and son, and many times, Ji Changfeng was even harsh to him.

But he has always admired him as a father.

It was like a child's natural admiration for his parents, but now he suddenly became uncertain.

"Are you back? Did you catch anyone?"

Ji Changfeng seemed to be just asking casually.

Ji Ci's face turned pale, and he finally said: "No, I will go to the punishment hall to receive the punishment."

He Xi glanced at Ji Ci. Although he didn't have a good impression of the son of his master, after all, he had helped that group of people many times before, but when he heard that Ji Ci took the initiative to go to the punishment hall to receive punishment, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his heart.

He had been to the torture hall once, where he received five lashes and ended up lying on the ground for half a month.

He had already received ten lashes since he let those two go last time. It had only been a short time since then, and even a spine of iron could not withstand it.

However, He Xi didn't know that the first time was strange, the second time was familiar, and he had been beaten since he was a child.

When Ji Changfeng heard what he said, he showed a rare hint of interest.

When did his son become the kind of person who would take the initiative to accept punishment for others? Should he praise him for being selfless or for being brainless?

"Ah Ci, you have to know that I don't want to punish you, but you always try to sabotage the plans of the Bei Tianshi sect, so I have to punish you. You have to remember that this punishment is to remind you not to make the same mistake again, not to give you a golden ticket to get out of jail free so that you can continue to make mistakes."

"Remember, there won't be a next time."

…

In the execution hall, the long whip fell, and Ji Ci's face was covered with cold sweat and all the blood color disappeared.

Pain spread throughout his body and he could hardly hold on and fell to his knees.

Ji Changfeng's words came to his mind: "Aci, remember, unifying the two sects of Heavenly Masters is the most important thing, the rest is nothing but clouds."

"Don't be too soft on your enemies. It will make me think that there is something wrong with my teaching method."

Many images passed through his eyes, and finally stopped at the tall figure of his father in his childhood, who was the one he admired the most.

He is the most powerful of the Northern Celestial Masters and has always been the protector of the Northern Celestial Master. Everyone respects him. After he inherited the position of the head, the Northern Celestial Master has always been suppressing the Southern Celestial Master.

The power not only penetrates into the underworld, but also into the imperial court.

It is truly thriving.

He saves the people, but he also harms them.

In fact, he harmed far more people than he saved.

Ji Ci thought that he had become obsessed with annexing the Southern School of Heavenly Master.

Suddenly, many more images appeared in his mind, including the mountains of corpses and seas of blood he saw at Wangyou Villa; the determined look in Bai Zhixing's eyes when she went to rescue the children, those eyes were so bright that they even made him feel ashamed; and the longing with which the people looked at him after the boat capsized, the longing to live... Everything was wrapped around him like a vine, making it hard for him to breathe.

In fact, when he was at Wangyou Villa, he noticed something was wrong when he saw the lotus pattern and He Xi's abnormal behavior.

He is not as kind as Bai Zhixing, who is willing to sacrifice himself for others, but he is also unable to do such evil things.

Maybe all the teachings he had taken to heart over the years were wrong.

…In an instant, the tall figure in his mind collapsed.

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Inside Mingde Hall.

An old man in white made a hand gesture and dropped a drop of blood on Zhaoran's forehead.

The next moment, a golden light appeared on Zhaoran's wrist.

Shang Weiting almost held Zhao Ran on his lap, stroking Zhao Ran's hair while speaking in a gentle tone that was almost sickening: "Will this puppet silk have any effect on my sister?"

Facing the scene in front of him.

The old man in white felt his scalp tighten, and he dared not look directly at him. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry."

"I have already cut off the other end of the puppet thread. The remaining puppet thread can only temporarily slow down Her Royal Highness the Princess's thinking and actions. It won't be a problem."

"That's good, go down."

Shang Weiting smiled grimly: "Remember to watch your mouth, what to say and what not to say..."

"I am old and don't remember much."

The old man in white hurriedly expressed his loyalty, fearing that he would be killed and silenced if he was not careful.

When he left, he was obviously not as steady as when he came in, and his steps were bigger.

Shang Weiting actually didn't care that others would point at his spine and call him an incestuous person. When he was in the cold palace, he was already used to people calling him a disaster star. He was used to it, but not the imperial sister. The imperial sister was like the most cunning and bright moon in the sky.

She should be hanging high in the air.

As long as he waits for three more days, when the soul sacrifice formation is activated and his position is consolidated, he will definitely marry her in a grand manner.

By then, there will be no resistance, not even from the Queen Mother.

As for these guys who sneaked into the palace now, let Ji Changfeng deal with them.

Shang Weiting gently hugged Zhaoran's waist.

He just wanted to stay with his sister.

Just like when we were kids.

Shang Weiting was looking forward to three days' time, but he was also afraid. He was afraid to see the disgusted look in his sister's eyes when she woke up.

He couldn't deceive himself at all, the imperial sister didn't like him.

She had always just treated him as a younger brother.

The jealousy and hatred in Shang Weiting's eyes almost burst out.

But he was unwilling! He could tolerate his royal sister being with whomever she wanted, but he couldn't stand her pushing him away again and again.