A few minutes ago, Abe, who was watching Chen Xing leave, walked into Qianzhu Hall.

"You let him go?"

Abel didn't quite believe it. Although he himself expected things to develop in a good direction, the result made him a little unable to turn around.

It stands to reason that Chen Xing is now mistaken by everyone in the city for being the queen's male favorite, so there are only two outcomes, either he really becomes the male favorite, or he is killed. But there are neither results, and the other person is put back.

, this is a bit incredible.

"The embodiment of justice?"

"Haha~"

"The embodiment of justice..."

There was a sleepy murmur in the fog, as if talking to himself.

"Queen, you..." Abel asked in surprise. Why did he become obsessed with a man when he met him?

"National Master!"

The sound suddenly became cold, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

"I'm here." Abel nodded quickly in response.

"Big Events!"

"Yes!" The space in front of Abel distorted, opening up a space-time crack more than one meter wide. He stretched out his hand and took out a large book half a man's height from the flowing void. The book cover was made of black goatskin.

It is sewn with gold and silver threads, simple and elegant, and has an extraordinary atmosphere.

The big book was suspended in the air and slowly opened to both sides, revealing pages of snow-white paper. Abel took out a quill pen from the space, tapped it in the suspended ink bottle, and leaned forward slightly.

Make preparations for writing.

"From now on, because of my name, you will be righteous!"

The voice was high-pitched and loud, full of arrogance.

"As you command, my righteous Queen." Abel quickly wrote down what the Queen said with a quill, and recorded the specific time and witnesses. The time was Dr2615-07-26, pm5:12, and the witness was himself.

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"Tuk tuk tuk..."

There was a light knock on the door. Abel closed the big book and returned it to his personal area, then cleared his throat and said, "Come in."

The heavy door was pushed open, and a maid walked sideways and cautiously.

"Master, a female Sandman who is a mercenary wants to see you." The maid said towards the mist on the high platform.

"Who recommended it?" the voice in the mist asked.

"Shen Miaoshan, the host of Jingxinzhai in Sanchahe City of the New Zen Sect." "Let her come in." "As ordered."

The maid stepped back. After a while, a female mercenary with a scimitar on her waist pushed the door open with both hands and walked straight to the middle of the hall.

Her bronze skin shone under the candlelight, and her muscles were solid and toned, like a strong female leopard. Her chest was swollen, round and full, almost bursting through the buttons of her bra. Her facial features were regular, her eyebrows were thick, and some

Male-oriented characteristics.

At first glance, the appearance is very ordinary, but at second glance, I think it looks better, and it is a relatively attractive type.

When walking, her waist was like a snake, swaying left and right, her fat body trembling slightly, showing her enchantment. She stood still, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly, "Ah Qiaomu, I have seen the queen."

"Sand people, tell me why you came." The voice in the mist asked. The tone was neither happy nor sad, like the orchid in the empty valley, and like the sound of Sanskrit in the nine heavens, full of majesty like a god. As the saying goes, the sound of great sound is great, the sound of great sound is great.

The image is invisible, this is the magnanimity of a top powerhouse.

However, the female Shamin who called herself "Aqiaomu" in the audience did not show any fear, her eyes were as calm as water, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Please allow me to speak alone." The female sand miner turned her head and looked at Abel next to her, and said to the figure in the mist.

"Accurate." A voice sounded in the fog.

Abel bowed and left the candlelit hall.

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing echoed in the empty hall, and the echo lingered for a long time.

After being silent for a long time, Aqiaomu raised his head and asked, "My Queen, I heard that you encountered some bad things when you were young."

"What did you say!"

Like an evil dragon that had been touched with reverse scales, the voice suddenly rose in pitch, as if actual murderous intent surged out, and most of the candlelight was extinguished in an instant.

Thick darkness shrouded it, gloomy and deep, like a silent volcano. Once it erupted, it would surely destroy the world.

Ah Qiaomu was not affected at all, as if she had no regard for life or death. She stood up slowly, and with a "tear" sound, she suddenly pulled open her top, and two big balls of flesh suddenly popped out, swaying in the dim candlelight.

Swinging around.

"Kill me!"

"I've had enough of this world!"

"I've had enough of these dirty and despicable men!"

"I'm done!"

She was shouting hysterically, screaming wildly, her eyes were red, and she was full of hatred.

"Eh?" A soft voice came from the fog, "Demon cow heart?"

As the sound sounded, the candle stopped shaking, the extinguished part burned again, and the hall returned to brightness.

"As you can see, my body has been transformed and is more... more suitable... for them to play with... ravage..."

With tears in his eyes, A Qiaomu painfully recounted his past sufferings.

"I was imprisoned for eight full years..."

"During that time, I forgot who I was. I was like a female animal. I could do nothing but howl in pain when being slaughtered. I couldn't do anything to the sky or the earth.

I know how I got through it..."

"I've had enough, I really have had enough!"

A Qiaomu folded his arms and huddled on the ground, feeling extremely painful.

"What is your wish?"

After a long time, a voice sounded in the fog.

"Power, I need power..." The color gradually returned to the empty eyes, and the voice became firm, "I need the power of revenge!"

"Revenge to whom?" asked the voice in the fog.

A Qiaomu gritted his teeth and said word by word: "To the other half of this world!"

"Very good..." A voice of approval came from the fog, "Your wish has come true."

"I would like to be the queen's fang." Aqiaomu knelt down and said.

After a while, Abel returned to the candlelight hall under the summons of the queen.

"A Qiaomu, confer the title of Viscount, lead the king's secret guards, and set up a 'Black Prison' interrogation center in my name."

"Take your orders!"

Just when Aqiaomu was getting promoted, Chen Xing returned to the Deer Hunter Hotel. Unlike Aqiaomu who was as comfortable as a fish in water, he now felt very cold and scared, so he immediately rushed into the bathroom and tried to warm himself with hot water.

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The feeling of meeting Cuilisi was like a knife blade scraping across the scalp, which made people shudder. But I finally saved a small life. If you survive a catastrophe, you will have good luck in the future. You must be more careful next time.

"Wow..."

Just as he was thinking about it, the bathroom door opened, and Jian Yue Canglian came in carrying a small wooden bucket with soap and towels in it, wanting to take a shower and wipe his back for him.

Looking at the graceful girl, he thought to himself that these days of life and death were not for the fruits of victory in front of him. All the work was done, and the food had not yet been eaten. Thinking like this, the evil fire suddenly started to appear.

out of hand.

"Where is your dedication ceremony?" Chen Xing asked suddenly. His serious expression was like that of a landlord collecting debts.

Jian Yue Canglian was slightly startled, "Tonight?"

"Arrange it as soon as possible." Chen Xing said.

"Please allow me to prepare for half an hour, and then we will go to the college auditorium. You will get what you want." Jian Yue Canglian said.

"Okay, hurry up!" Chen Xing urged. After Jian Yue Canglian went out, he got into the water and soaked for a while, then went out to get dressed and waited to set off.

Half an hour later, Jian Yue Canglian came out of the room carrying a small travel bag. Her whole body exuded a faint scent of soap, and her hair was slightly damp. She must have just taken a shower.

Why do you still bring a small travel bag? Chen Xing couldn't help but remember that before time travel, the ladies on Earth always carried similar small bags with various "toys" inside.

The two of them went down to the hotel lobby, got on the carriage called by Old K, and headed all the way to the college.

In the carriage, Jian Yue Canglian was sitting upright, with her small travel bag beside her and her hands on her knees, looking very calm.

But this was just a look. The twinkling eyes betrayed her inner feelings. She was uneasy and confused. Unlike her usual calmness, she didn't dare to look directly into Chen Xing's eyes.
To be continued...