In the end
Xiao Rong traveled back in time and became the advisor to a warlord during an era of contending heroes.
This warlord was stubborn, refused advice, was overly sensitive and su...
Qu Yunmie frowned, walked over, and kicked him: "Hey!"
Murong Qi was shaken by his kick. He raised his head and looked at Qu Yunmie, not knowing whether he recognized who he was.
Murong Qi opened his mouth and spoke a bunch of gibberish in Xianbei language.
Qu Yunmie: “…” I don’t understand.
But Murong Qi became more excited and said a lot of things. Seeing that Qu Yunmie didn't say anything, he got angry and slammed the floor tiles hard, and then continued to say things that Qu Yunmie couldn't understand.
Qu Yunmie could no longer bear it, he roared in anger: "Speak human language to this king!!!"
Murong Qi was stunned for a moment, and actually did as he was told: "Where is that beauty?"
Qu Yunmie's face changed.
Murong Qi: "I have never seen a man with such beauty. I will make an exception for him and make him my concubine."
Qu Yunmie stared at him without saying anything.
Murong Qi laughed again: "The King of Zhenbei is dead, and all his men are now under my control. The beauty has nowhere to go, so naturally she can only come to my side. It's okay, I will treat her well."
Murong Qi was immersed in his own fantasy, laughing happily, but he became angry again the next second: "Hurry up and bring the person here! Be careful or I will chop off your head!"
As soon as he finished speaking, bang! Qu Yunmie picked up a ten-inch long vase behind him and smashed it on the back of Murong Qi's head, causing him to fall to the ground with his head broken and bleeding.
Hearing the noise, Jian Qiao, who was waiting outside, rushed in instantly. Seeing Murong Qi lying quietly, Jian Qiao suddenly became nervous: "Did the king kill him?"
Qu Yunmie was still holding the upper part of the vase in his hand. He looked at the unconscious Murong Qi for a long time before he spoke gloomily, "No, I won't let him die so easily."
In an instant, many kinds of torture flashed through Qu Yunmie's mind. At this time, he was even in sync with Huang Yanjiong. He wanted to steam Murong Qi to death.
But he tried hard to restrain these violent thoughts in his heart. Torture was not an option, especially since this man was the emperor of Xianbei. He could not do that.
However, he could not vent his anger, and Qu Yunmie even wanted to kill them all. But in the end, he just grabbed Jian Qiao by the collar and asked him in a frenzy, "Did you ask someone to invite Xiao Rong over?!"
Jian Qiao: “…………”
As someone who has known Qu Yunmie for nearly twenty years, Jian Qiao knows too well what Qu Yunmie's current state is. If he angers him even a little bit more, not to mention Murong Qi, even his own life might be in danger.
Jian Qiao didn't know what Murong Qi said, so he could only desperately explain to himself: "Yes, yes, but Murong Qi was talking nonsense before, and he just kept asking us to find Mr. Xiao. Apart from that, he didn't mention Mr. Xiao!"
Jian Qiao realized that this matter might not be as simple as he imagined. He looked at Qu Yunmie nervously and couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, what did Murong Qi say?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He shut his mouth tightly and suddenly let go of Jian Qiao. The latter stumbled back two steps. Just as he stood firm, he heard Qu Yunmie order him: "Take good care of him. I want to take care of him until the day he dies."
After saying that, Qu Yunmie strode away. When he left the room, Jian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like he could breathe again.
After slowing down his accelerated heartbeat, Jian Qiao looked at Murong Qi lying on the ground, feeling a bit confused.
It was the first time he saw the king so angry that he didn't even want to kill anyone, but planned to torture people for the rest of their lives. …………
Mi Jing was sitting at the table grinding ink. Finally, he dipped the brush in it and was about to write on the paper when suddenly, "click!"
His door was roughly pushed open again. Mi Jing lost control of his strength and a good dot turned into a big stroke.
Mi Jing: “…”
He stared at the wasted paper, and finally sighed silently. He raised his head and asked, "Why did the king go back to Shengle?"
Qu Yunmie was furious and said, "I have never seen a person as shameless as Murong Qi!"
Mi Jing: “…………”
That's not the question I'm asking.
That’s not the answer I care about either.
Just continue to hate me, please.
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