Chapter 232 It's a machine tiger

Since Lin Junhuai dared to come, it meant that he had made a series of preparations for escape. However, he still felt uneasy when the King of Southern Xinjiang ordered Jun Lin to arrest him.

Jun Lin was helpless. She had let Qiu Chan Jie Ri go last time and barely got away with it, but if she let Lin Junhuai go again this time, she would never be able to justify it with her martial arts skills.

You are very capable, you can kidnap the Yin Yang Sect Master, but you can't catch any of these small characters, right?

If she continues to act like this, the King of Southern Xinjiang will really put her on the blacklist.

So Lin Junhuai was horrified to see Jun Lin rushing forward with a sword in hand, full of killing intent.

The door frame was almost cut in half by her sword. Lin Junhuai's pupils shrank and he took several steps back.

“This is incredible!”

The sword turned and chopped him on the head. The Mohist disciple was startled. Hey, Master! Are you sure this is one of yours?

"Sister, please stop hitting me. I'm just going to look at my poor little grass."

His voice was like the chirping of an oriole on a tree branch, like a cold current rushing up along Shen Sinian's spine, making the young man in wedding gown's teeth chatter, as if he was disgusted.

Brother, tone it down, you're really overdoing it.

The old general's eyes were fierce: "This is too much!"

He waved his sleeves with an imposing manner, and his vicious anger wished to peel off the skin of people and pull out their tendons: "Archers, get ready!"

Soldiers surrounded the general's residence, the distinguished guests were running away, arrows were pouring down, Lin Junhuai put his index finger to his lips and smiled: "You are too kind today, I can't stand it anymore, then come back to disturb you later."

"Bang——"

A huge mechanical tiger operated by four people broke into the yard and stopped in the yard, and everyone was confused and uncertain.

Gongshu School? Mohist School?

Where did this young lady come from among the great figures of the Mohist school?

Could it be the Gongshu family's little princess who never shows up and loves to make trouble?

They didn't understand mechanical techniques, and couldn't tell who had done this mechanical tiger.

Among the disciples from the Mohist School, there are two commanders with superb martial arts skills who can kill people without leaving any trace. The two of them were reluctant but helpless to cover their leader's retreat. Lin Junhuai jumped onto the mechanical tiger steadily, and several people followed him.

"Well, everyone, see you another day."

She lifted her skirt to resign gracefully, and the general's fists creaked, but he did not dare to act rashly. If it was really Gongshujia, he could not afford to offend him.

The King of Southern Xinjiang sneered with his hands behind his back.

If he really was a public servant, he would not be able to tolerate it.

He is not the emperor's brother, and he doesn't care about anything other than Qingqing.

"Spring flowers!"

As the deep and powerful roar came down, a sword with the force of piercing a hundred steps away tore through the air flow and stabbed towards the machine tiger at a high speed.

“Shua——”

Suddenly, wings grew on both sides of the tiger and it flew into the air, and the sword missed.

"Archers shoot!"

Dozens of people lined up in a neat row, half-crouched, raised their heads and drew their longbows. Lin Junhuai's eyes were indifferent, and there was a hint of barely perceptible confidence and pride in his words: "Speed ​​up and turn left, activate the enemy response mechanism."

Several people at the control console pulled the joystick in perfect harmony, and the machine accelerated suddenly. The wings spun out a gust of wind to block the attack steadily, and dozens of small holes appeared under the wings. Arrows broke through the air and shot towards the ground, destroying the lined-up archers.

The young man with funny makeup on the tiger's back was full of vigor and vitality, and everyone could only watch the tiger fly farther and farther away.

The King of Southern Xinjiang was so angry that he threw the sword to the ground with all his strength, and the Queen left in anger.

The old general looked as pale as a demon. How could the wedding go on?

Yuzhu's tone was sharp and pungent: "I said I don't want to get married. When will Dad disobey my uncle's order for the sake of his daughter's happiness?"

The tone of her voice suddenly rose, and this joke made her face burn with pain: "The one who is worthy of my Yuzhu must be Lord Wushi!"

The old general frowned and said coldly: "Nonsense! How many lives does your father have to go against the master's orders? Besides, how can you climb up to the master? Where does your words put Si Nian?"

Yuzhu was stunned and turned her head awkwardly to look at the silent boy beside her.

She liked him, but her lowly status was not worthy of Yuzhu's self-esteem.

The glorious daughter of a general's mansion married a servant? If the King of Southern Xinjiang hadn't pressed her hard, she wouldn't have chosen Shen Sinian out of panic.

But now.

Yuzhu's eyes were red: "It's all his fault! He's the one who flirts with other girls!"

Then she took out a small wooden box from her arms. Shen Sinian knew that inside was the mother dragonfly that controlled the dragonflies in his body. Whenever the jade beads activated him, he had to act like he was dying.

Sure enough, seeing the young man kneeling on one knee trembling with endurance, his head lowered as if he was in so much pain that he had no strength to stand up, Yuzhu's heart suddenly felt relieved and bright.

She likes to see other people showing expressions of pain and loss of control. People who deal with snakes all year round are bound to be crazy. How many of them are normal in their hearts?

They went from fear to adaptation to excitement, and the supreme sense of control greatly satisfied their vanity.

Even if you are prettier than me, more noble than me, and stronger than me, so what? As long as the snake is planted, no matter if it is an elegant, holy, untouchable god, or a king who looks down on all living things from a high place, they will all be controlled by me and become my puppets.

Their obsession with the feeling of control has reached a level that outsiders cannot understand.

The wedding had to be called off after all this trouble. Yuzhu was too emotional to marry again, so she arranged for the old general to go to the palace and ask the King of Southern Xinjiang for an opportunity to connect her with Wushi.

So two days later, the opportunity happened to come.

Yuzhu was ordered to enter the palace. The King of Southern Xinjiang had dark eyes and looked extremely haggard. The man rubbed his brows and instructed: "The Sect Master has been unwell these days. You should prepare gifts and go see him. Take good care of him and see if you can get closer to him."

The Queen doted on Yuzhu when she was alive, and the King of Southern Xinjiang also doted on her because of her love for her family, otherwise how could he dare to disturb her.

The man's indifferent and handsome face appeared in her mind involuntarily. Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat and she said shyly, "Thank you...thank you, uncle."

Jun Lin: “…”

It turns out this girl is a face lover.

"Spring flowers."

Jun Lin took a step forward: "I am here."

The King of Southern Xinjiang said tiredly, "Take Zhuzhu with you. You can say something good about her when you have a chance."

Yuzhu was surprised: "Uncle, this is a matter between me and the clan leader, how can a servant interfere?"

The strict concept of hierarchy is deeply rooted in her mind. Does she need a palace maid to speak well of her?

The King of Southern Xinjiang had a headache, and his tone became more unhappy: "Without Chunhua, you might not even be able to get through the door."

Did you think Wushi was just joking when he called you "little treasure"?

Yuzhu curled her lips and showed no interest.

Can't even get in the door?

Is it that outrageous?

…

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't see you."

Yuzhu: “…”

It's really outrageous.

Jun Lin raised his head and said politely, "Excuse me, Chunhua wants to see you."

The servant's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes!"

This face is so recognizable.

"Young lady, please come in. The young master is waiting."

Yuzhu: “……?”

Hey, don't go too far!