Chapter 228 What Trouble Can You Get Into
Wu Shi knew that Chunhua's identity was not simple. For example, she was braver than ordinary people and was always calm and composed, which was beyond the scope of a palace maid. This included teasing the King of Nanjiang in the palace, saying that he could not read, but he wrote a letter to himself.
Not saying it clearly meant that he didn't care, and he didn't have the time to get to the bottom of Chunhua's identity. If it was related to the dispute in southern Xinjiang, then he naturally didn't want to get involved.
If the other person is willing to be his little treasure, then that's good enough.
But he never expected that this woman would take advantage of him and take complete advantage of him.
I never expected that they would be thrown away after use, just as cruelly as pulling up my pants and walking away after having fun.
As for Jun Lin, she was very respectful and taciturn towards the King of Southern Xinjiang. After gaining tacit approval and tolerance from Wu Shi, she tried to find out his bottom line to avoid capsizing, and at the same time used him to do things as recklessly as she could.
In other words, he is so arrogant and unscrupulous that he doesn't even care about the Yinyang family. Can you expect him to grab a little palace maid and say to the King of Southern Xinjiang: Is there something wrong with this person?
Impossible.
Not to mention that he was interested in her and they had a good relationship, Jun Lin knew this very well.
Before the relationship deteriorated and Wushi might report her, she had already used up this cover and discarded it. As long as Jingdi's identity was not exposed, Wushi's Xiaobao would never be found again even if he died. What about the vows made under the moonlight? It has nothing to do with Jingdi. Even if she is found in the future, she will never admit it and will definitely not take responsibility.
Wu Shi didn't know that the bad girl was heartless and only wanted to get something for free, so his indulgence towards her now would turn into tears in his head flowing out of the corners of his eyes in the future.
When Lin Junhuai told Jun Lin what he had said in the letter, Wu Shi couldn't let go of the new flower seeds. Since he had received benefits from others, he naturally had to do things for others. So when Yan Yu was lurking outside, worrying about how to rescue all the people inside, the savior came.
Wu Shi, who was tall and handsome, found this place according to the address given by Lin Junhuai. He turned the handle of his umbrella slightly, glanced at a tree vaguely, and then walked in with his clothes flying and light steps.
Yanyu, who was hiding in the tree, was startled. Why did the Yin Yang Sect Master come?
He looked down at the little skirt that was squeezing his muscles and hurting them, and suddenly he felt ashamed.
Wu Shi knew him. They had crossed paths before in the Mohist Agency City. Yan Yu had finally accepted the ferocious gaze of a stranger, but now he had to face a new test.
I must not let the sect leader recognize me when I wear a little skirt. I must not embarrass myself to a new level!
With mixed feelings, she took out her veil and put it on, then tightly grasped the sword at her waist and followed in.
Wu Shi didn't care about so many things, nor did he choose the right time. He walked into the narrow secret passage with his umbrella in his hand as if nothing had happened.
Each of his steps was so steady and calm. The hem of his clothes swayed, bringing the breeze around his feet, and his eyes were staring at the purgatory-like scene inside with almost indifference.
These people were watching and carefully selecting qualified ones to be transported elsewhere, while the useless ones were bled to death on the altar or thrown into the dragon pond to feed the dragons.
The man with black marks was looking through data, while the boy with a bag was fiddling with bottles and jars. Occasionally, scorpions could be seen crawling out of the bottles.
"The children in cage number one have passed the test. We will now send these offerings to the adults' residence."
"Send the girl along and inform the lord of her situation."
The black-marked man raised his head from the paper, and the coldness in his words was like a poisonous snake crawling across his skin: "The rest is handled cleanly, we should retreat."
The young man responded coldly: "I know."
He opened the bottle filled with black spiders and poisonous scorpions and was about to throw them into the cage when a sharp sword came flying from the setting sun. The boy's eyes dimmed and he stepped back swiftly. With a "whoosh" sound, the sword just brushed past his nose.
"who!"
The young man had a grim look on his face, and he took out a bamboo flute from his arms and started playing it.
Countless poisonous snakes and insects crawled out from the dark corners, and there was crying and shouting in the cages.
He stood in silence in the mist as the sun set, his eyes sweeping across the magic circle of the altar and the pale, young faces in the cages. He suddenly lowered his long eyelashes, letting the dim candlelight flicker on that porcelain-white face.
That sword had nothing to do with him.
The man who threw the long sword rushed out quickly, trying to grab the cage key.
It's jade.
In the eyes of others, she is a fairy in a fluttering dress who suddenly appears.
Qi Chi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned his head and smiled sweetly at the imprisoned girl: "My sister is here to take me home!"
The girl was numb: "Can I take it back?"
No matter how you look at it, your sister was beaten by that group of people.
The man with black marks and the young man attacked together. The remaining guards looked at Wu Shi warily, not daring to act rashly.
Yan Yu was caught in a dilemma. The poisonous creature summoned by the bamboo flute was circling at his feet. He held his sword horizontally to block the attack, and Hu Ri couldn't help but feel numb.
“Zheng——”
Swords collided, light and shadow intertwined, and a layer of cold sweat gradually seeped out of the jade forehead during the competition.
"The bedbugs are crawling over here."
A pleasant male voice suddenly rang out in the chaotic fight. It wasn't loud, but it made everyone pause and turn to look at him.
Wu Shi threw the umbrella into the air with one hand. His blue shirt swayed like layers of blooming petals, and beneath his thin eyebrows were a pair of cold eyes that could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
"I don't like these poisons."
The thick and powerful internal energy was whirring, and the yin and yang array of black and white magatama at the foot was faintly visible. In the eyes of astonishment and suspicion, the man's lips opened and closed, and he uttered the two terrifying and hopeless words in an extremely calm manner.
"Rise up."
…
It was already noon, and the King of Nanjiang came to the Queen's bedroom to have a meal. Jun Lin stood by and waited for orders at any time.
Her head was lowered, and her depressed mood was noticed even by the King of Nanjiang who was concentrating on his meal.
That's right, there are dark clouds overhead and it's raining heavily right now.
He picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then asked, "What's wrong?"
How come Chunhua, who has always been fearless and never had any emotional fluctuations, has become so depressed?
Jun Lin said softly: "Your Majesty...I seem to be in trouble."
The King of Southern Xinjiang sneered disdainfully: "Look at your useless look, I thought the sky was falling."
It's not a big deal. I'll take care of the trouble for you. Just serve the emperor well...
"Bang——"
The heavy vermilion door was directly blown open by the powerful internal energy. The King of Southern Xinjiang was filled with anger. He was about to scold a few words, but when he raised his head, he met eyes as deep and bottomless as a black hole.
The man's blue shirt was stained dark by dried blood, and there were a few drops on his fair cheeks. His clothes were slightly disheveled, his black hair was disheveled, and his red hairband had fallen somewhere. Even the umbrella he had been holding was not at his side, and his hands were empty.
The King of Southern Xinjiang turned his head mechanically: "You... caused the trouble?"
Jun Lin said sadly: "Probably."
King of Southern Xinjiang: “…”
He picked up the queen and walked away briskly: "Chunhua, take care."
Jun Lin: “…”
You don't have to go so fast.