Almighty Queen

Chapter 340 Unexpectedly

Alan knelt down in front of Mu Zhiyu in red, his face full of anger.

She never thought that she would lose to a little girl.

Moreover, Cheng Liujin is such a shameless person!
"Alan."

Mu Zhiyu stretched out his arms, his movements were lazy, and he exhaled like blue. However, as soon as his pleasant voice came out, Alan couldn't help but trembled.

She knew very well that if the mission failed this time, Fangzhu would definitely punish herself severely.

However, to Alan's surprise, Mu Zhiyu didn't immediately get angry with her, but just ordered another enchanting woman beside him, "Ah Zi, help her change her clothes."

"Yes, Fangzhu."

This AhZi was the woman who attacked Nanfu at night with Alan last time.

Soon, Ah Zi took a new black robe, went to Alan and helped her up, without blinking, in front of Mu Zhiyu, she took the torn clothes on Alan's body, 'chuck! 'Tear it all up with one sound.

Finally, discard on the ground.

And all of a sudden, Alan's exquisite figure and that fragrant red plum were once again revealed in front of Mu Zhiyu and Azi.

However, this time, Alan didn't show the slightest twitch, as if he had gotten used to it, but what was different from the past was that Alan lowered his head at this time.

"Head up."

With a wicked smile, Mu Zhiyu got up and went to her, took the brand new black robe from Ah Zi's hand, and carefully dressed it for her, even tied a beautiful bow around his waist.

"Master, Alan..."

Alan raised his head timidly, seeing Mu Zhiyu's charming smile, not only felt a chill in his heart.

Normally, the Fang master would smile so nicely when he wanted to kill someone.

"Alan like this is my good-looking left protector in Biluofang."

Mu Zhiyu ignored Alan's fear, just circled around her and asked Azi, "Azi, are you right?"

"Of course the Master is right."

Ah Zijiao laughed, then held Alan's hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, the owner of the workshop already knew that you would fail this time, but it never occurred to you that you almost came back naked."

"I……"

Alan couldn't help gritting his teeth again, but Mu Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Alan's failure is as expected."

"Master, why?"

Alan's dissatisfaction is palpable. As one of the left and right protectors of Biluofang, Alan is very confident in his own abilities and means.

But this time, he lost to a bratty yellow-haired girl!

"Because it's her."

Mu Zhiyu smiled a little mysteriously, and seemed a little nostalgic, but she didn't say anything, she just turned around and looked out the window. Although Alan and Azi were curious, they didn't dare to ask more questions, so they could only bury their doubts in their hearts.

Fangzhu is always like this, when he mentions 'her', he will laugh very strangely.

It took a long time before Mu Zhiyu turned around, looked at the two of them again, and said, "Okay, go and rest, then, listen to my orders before acting."

"Yes."

The two respectfully agreed and retreated.

But Mu Zhiyu looked in the direction of Nanfu again, with a brighter smile on his face.

Qianzhou.

Rong Mingxuan stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back, condescendingly looking at the topographic map in front of him, the shadow between his brows was constantly surging, as if he was about to break through.

Obviously, the successive defeats made him not in a good mood.

Finally, he got the support and help of the master of Biluofang, who helped him win over the military strength of more than a dozen small countries in the border.

It is precisely because of this that he was finally able to move from Huaizhou in the west to Qianzhou in the southwestern central part.

However, this damned Dong He, who was in the barracks every day, always led the soldiers to defeat the battle, which made the soldiers weak and hopeless for this war.

If things continue like this, let alone attacking Bianyang City, he will retreat back to Huaizhou in the west in a few days!
"Oh, you're angry again."

Dong He walked in with a smile, and seeing Rong Mingxuan's gloomy expression, he asked again, "Is it because of the unbearable heat? If so, I'll ask someone to bring more ice immediately."

"Dong He, you still dare to pretend!"

Rong Mingxuan was furious, but Dong He didn't care at all, so he nodded and smiled to himself, "Ah, it must be because the weather is too hot, and you're feeling irritable."

'Whoosh'!
Just as Dong He finished speaking, a long hairpin flew straight towards Dong He with the sound of breaking through the air, and finally, it was firmly tied to his bun, piercing through with all his strength.

"Dong He."

Rong Mingxuan took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kill him now, then looked at him coldly and said, "I said before, your life is always in my hands, if you want to die early, I will kill you." Complete you!"

"Yes, yes, Dong He has always remembered it in his heart."

Dong He was still not annoyed, just bowed and nodded again, "Dong He has remembered it since you were still the prince."

"You bastard!"

How could Rong Mingxuan not be able to hear that Dong He was mocking him, from the embarrassing experience of being a prince to an emperor, to being nothing, so his fists had already been squeezed and there was a 'click, click' sound.

"It doesn't matter if I'm a jerk or not."

Dong He still smiled unabated, looking directly at him with a pair of brown eyes calmly, and said, "The important thing is that you want to win this time, isn't it?"

"You still know how to win!"

It's good not to mention this, but when this is mentioned, the anger in Rong Mingxuan's heart will rise a lot. Maybe at this time, if Dong He lights a candle, it can detonate Rong Mingxuan.

However, there was still no trace of fear on Dong He's face.

A real warrior has always dared to face his own life of death that does not follow the usual path!
"victory."

Dong He nodded, raised his eyebrows and said, "I have been working hard for this goal."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, took off the long hairpin from the bun, wiped it with his sleeve, walked up to Rong Mingxuan, and presented him with both hands.

"You lie to ghosts and ghosts and don't believe it!"

Rong Mingxuan had already lost patience with Dong He, so he first grabbed the long hairpin, and then pulled out the sword hanging on the wall with a 'chuckle'.

A cold light of "唰" flashed in front of his eyes, and Dong He found that his neck was already holding the iron-cutting sword intimately.

But even so, still not afraid, still not cowardly!
Dong He still just smiled, and said with some earnestness, "This time, what I'm going to teach you is an attitude, an attitude that doesn't stick to the rules."

Seeing what he said, Rong Mingxuan couldn't help frowning, and looked at him suspiciously.

He knew that Dong He was full of bad water when he thought about it, and he might not know when another moth would come out.

But Dong He sneered, and asked again, "What you want is the result of victory, isn't it?"

Immediately, Rong Mingxuan snorted coldly. Although he didn't speak, the sword in his hand loosened.

Seeing Rong Mingxuan's expression loosened, Dong He raised his eyebrows again and said, "So, no matter what the process is, you just have to wait for the result."

But when he finished speaking, the sword in Rong Mingxuan's hand slashed fiercely at the table in front of him.

'boom'!
The fine mahogany table wailed and broke into two halves, and Rong Mingxuan stared at him coldly and said, "Dong He, if you can't realize it, this is your head!"

(End of this chapter)