Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

"It looks exactly the same, except that the clothes are not the same as before."

Song Chengyou also quickly said: "Isn't that right? Your Highness the Savior, I think we should arrest him and bring him to justice!"

The prime minister knelt down and begged, "Please let me go."

"I think this prime minister is pitiful. Your Highness the Savior, just let him go."

Song Chengyou sighed, his eyes full of sympathy.

"Some things are not so easy to forgive, so you should just let it go!"

Sikong Wuyuan snorted coldly, feeling that Song Chengyou was a bit too saintly.

"You are not the real Prime Minister at all. Who are you?"

Jiang Ming raised his hand to release his magic power, which immediately ripped off the Prime Minister's face.

The prime minister suddenly screamed in pain, his whole body felt like being struck by lightning, and he even wanted to move forward to grab Jiang Ming's face and put it against his own.

Jiang Ming could see his intention and kicked him out directly.

The Prime Minister was forced to move back, revealing his original face.

Sikong Wuyuan's face suddenly became distorted, and he said in horror: "I didn't expect you to be a bad old man."

"Where did you hide the Prime Minister?"

Song Chengyou's expression changed at this moment, and he trapped the old man directly, and shouted: "That's right, how could you deceive us? It must be a trick done by the prime minister!"

"Well done on your part to strike first."

Jiang Ming looked at Song Chengyou and looked him over.

Song Chengyou was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly: "What are you talking about? Your Highness the Savior, could you have misunderstood?"

Sikong Wuyuan understood Jiang Ming's words and suddenly became suspicious.

"You designed all this?"

He looked at Song Chengyou with firm eyes.

He most likely already knew what His Highness the Savior meant, and there was something wrong with Song Chengyou.

Seeing him being mentioned, Song Chengyou couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What are you talking about? How could it be my design? I helped you find this prime minister."

"This prime minister is fake, but not real."

Sikong Wu Yuan curled his lips and stared at Song Chengyou.

The more he looks at Song Chengyou now, the more suspicious he becomes.

Song Chengyou took a deep breath and began to pretend to be miserable and said: "I have never had such thoughts. Can you not think of me so much?"

Jiang Ming only wanted to say one thing after hearing this.

"Shut up and hand over the real Prime Minister!"

He felt that Song Chengyou must have hidden the Prime Minister.

Song Chengyou coughed, scratched his head and said, "Although I don't know why you think I would hide the real Prime Minister, I did not hide it."

Sikong Wuyuan didn't believe it at all, his eyes were indifferent.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person. I really see through you."

Song Chengyou was so angry that his brows furrowed into a cross.

"Since you don't believe it, there's no need for us to be together. I'll leave first."

"Who said you could leave?"

Jiang Ming stood directly in front of Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou's eyes were filled with astonishment, and his hands could not stop trembling as he said, "I...why can't I leave?" He didn't expect that he would end up like this when he helped Sikong Wuyuan and His Highness the Savior, which really chilled him.

He exhaled, then smiled and said: "Your Highness the Savior, I think I am sincere. You are treating me like this now, and I am really chilled."

Jiang Ming felt that Song Chengyou was quite powerful, and his ability to knock someone down was very strong.

Song Chengyou had finished speaking and was about to leave.

Jiang Ming raised his hand and stared at Song Chengyou with a bang.

He covered his forehead, his eyes turned purple, and shouted at Jiang Ming: "Your Highness the Savior, what are you doing? I'm almost dying of pain."

Jiang Ming was indifferent, his eyes piercing Song Chengyou and said: "The real Prime Minister must be in your hands. If you don't hand it over now, you will lose your life."

This aura made Song Chengyou unable to help but feel scared. He said nervously: "Your Highness the Savior, please stop telling jokes. I have something else to do and I have to leave."

Jiang Ming saw Song Chengyou's thoughts and directly stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Song Chengyou didn't want to swallow it, so Sikong Wu Yuan took the opportunity to kick him out.

The kick hit his stomach, and Song Chengyou swallowed it directly.

After swallowing like this, he felt a little strange in his heart.

How did His Highness the Savior know that he was hiding the real Prime Minister?
Originally, he just wanted to divert the attention of these two people, but he didn't expect that His Highness the Savior had already seen through it.

He also hitched himself up, which was really irritating and unsettling.

Jiang Ming said nothing, and Sikong Wuyuan was curious about his reaction.

"What does this pill do?"

Before Jiang Ming could answer, Song Chengyou suddenly muttered to himself: Where is this place?What do you want to do?Leave me quickly.

This statement made Sikong Wu Yuan stunned, and then he looked at Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou was already in a morbid state and kept muttering something to himself.

Jiang Ming stepped forward and asked, "Where is the real Prime Minister now?"

The pill lasted long enough for him to ask a lot of questions.

"I locked him in a small wooden house in the bamboo forest in front of him. He has been tortured to the point of death and is about to die."

Song Chengyou's eyes flashed with pleasure.

Jiang Ming felt that Song Chengyou wanted to take revenge on the Qingguo Kingdom, so he immediately looked at Sikong Wuyuan and said, "Let's go find the Prime Minister quickly. There are some things I haven't asked clearly yet."

Sikong Wuyuan nodded quickly, ignored Song Chengyou, and followed Jiang Ming into the bamboo forest.

Song Chengyou continued to laugh, rummaging through nearby leaves like a fool, muttering to one leaf from time to time, and doing inexplicable movements to that leaf from time to time.

The bamboo forest was very large and the bamboos grew vigorously. Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan searched for a long time, but they couldn't find the small wooden house.

After walking for a while, Jiang Ming suddenly realized that they seemed to be lost.

After wandering around some more, they found that they were back where they came from.

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but sit down and said rather helplessly: "We saw that we were really lost. Now it's better. We didn't find the wooden house, but we built ourselves in."

"Don't worry, some things may turn around. I don't know if there are other people in this bamboo forest."

Jiang Ming was a little tired and sat down.

While he was talking, a woodcutter was walking towards this side on crutches. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and there were some crisp bamboos in the basket.

"Your Highness the Savior, you are really good at predicting things. This person is here so quickly."

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to ask for directions.

Unexpectedly, the woodcutter passed by him and planned to leave. (End of chapter)