The mortal villain dressed as an otome game

In the dim candlelight of the camp, the astonished faces of the people were reflected.

The surrounding spiritual power fluctuated, and attack-type spells appeared one after another.

But they didn't attack Qiu Asi immediately, but stared at him cautiously, and slowly changed their formation following his movements.

Among the crowd, the most eye-catching one was an extremely burly middle-aged uncle.

He has a lush beard, his hair is tied tightly by an earth-red cloth, and his coarse clothes are bulged by his majestic figure.

Not surprisingly, this person is the respected Uncle Ding in the camp.

With a smile on her lips, Qiu Asi walked into the dirty film king like a leisurely stroll.

Yan Fei, who transformed into Uncle Ding, firmly grasped the railing of the iron cage, stretched out a hand through the gap, and pointed directly at the blond man who was as bright as the morning sun.

"Uncle Ding, I didn't lie, he was the one who gave me the transformation pill, and I don't know when I will be able to change back. This man said he is the master of His Highness the Little Prince. He must know everything, but he just didn't say anything. "

As he said that, his face became colder and colder, and he pointed at Qiu Asi.

"Sure enough, you didn't have any good intentions in letting me go. You came all the way with me, what exactly do you want to do? If you are really the master of His Royal Highness, you should understand our difficulties and don't force us everywhere."

Qiu Asi blinked innocently, with a bright and gentle face, "If I can follow, others can naturally follow. There are a few corpses 500 meters away to the west. You can take care of them."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, full of suspicion.

In the end, all eyes fell on Uncle Ding. Uncle Ding winked, and a man with orange hair walked out.

"What's your name, please?"

With a low voice, Uncle Ding raised his hand to lead Qiu Asi into the back room.

It is said to be the back room, but it is just a temporary shed. Compared with the dirt outside, it will be a little cleaner here, but it is not so clean.

Qiu A Si didn't dislike her either, she sat directly on the short and small bench, straightened her long legs, and fluffed her blond hair coquettishly.

"Qiuyue."

He made up a fake name.

Uncle Ding stared at him, panicked for a moment.

"Master Qiuyue, what advice do you have for you to come here?"

Although his words were polite, he had no confidence in this unexpected guest.

The little prince fled in trouble, and his life and death were uncertain, but no matter what, Uncle Ding did not believe that a resolute and arrogant young man like the little prince would bow down at the feet of such an evil person.

Even if His Highness dies, he will not be reduced to being a pet plaything for slaughter!

Saying it is the master, oh, there is no evidence to say it.

He will only believe it if His Highness the little prince admits it himself!

But, has His Highness really returned?

Uncle Ding's eyes drooped slightly, and his heart was full of worries. If the man Yan Fei saw was really His Royal Highness who is disguised, then His Highness is currently in the inner city and is in danger...

Qiu Asi smiled brightly, "Xiaojing is attached to his hometown, I will accompany him back to have a look, since you are his people, then I have the responsibility to take care of you."

Uncle Ding nodded, but he was thinking to himself: I believe you are a ghost.

He kept asking Qiu Asi's mouth, trying to find out the real identity of this person, but Qiu Asi's mind was as dense as a loofah, how could he be tricked by an uncle?

He was full of sincerity, full of lies, and pretended to be Jing Yunchu's master, coping with various problems with ease.

Qiu Asi enjoys the feeling of playing with each other very much, and the stupid dogs make a nest, but they are still stupid dogs.

Even if Uncle Ding is very defensive towards him, so what?

Let him stay here first, let's have more fun.

The two were chatting passionately when there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Immediately afterwards, a strange red flame suddenly lit up on the wall in the camp.

"No, something happened!"

"Uncle Ding! Uncle Ding!"

"The camp is exposed, the group of bastards came in from the NO.19 drain!"

Everyone showed their weapons in their hands, as if they were about to go out and fight to the death.

Uncle Ding snapped his fingers handsomely, and cleared the red flames on the wall. This was used by them as an alarm, and it is useless now.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped onto the table and said in a deep voice:

"According to the original plan, the troops will be divided into three groups, leaving from No. 13, No. [-], and No. [-] drainage channel respectively. Don't fall in love with fighting, and don't fall in love with fighting when you encounter chasing soldiers. Make a quick decision and save your strength. Three days later, gather at the camp in the south of the city! "

He clenched his fists and continued: "The life and death of the little prince is uncertain, we have to wait for him to come back and hold on to the last strength!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Hold the last strength!"

In the next second, the few people divided into three groups in an orderly manner, and ran into different drainage channels.

Uncle Ding glanced at Yan Fei who was locked in the iron cage, and took out the key, "You, leave from No. [-] Road, turn back and pick up His Highness."

Yan Fei nodded solemnly, "Obey!"

He walked away quickly, ran out and came back immediately.

"Uncle Ding, what about you? Aren't you going with me?"

Uncle Ding shook his head, "Let's go, don't leave the ink, I'll come back."

Qiu Asi squinted his eyes, facing the fiery momentum of the wolf tribe breaking out of the siege, he was still as calm as water.

Yan Fei glanced at Uncle Ding, then at Qiu A Si, who stayed out of the matter, finally gritted his teeth and left.

Uncle Ding moved quickly, extinguishing the breath left in the camp one by one, and then started to destroy the traces of their lives.

Turning his head, Qiu A Si was still looking at him with a smile.

Uncle Ding was frightened by his stare, "Master Qiuyue, are you still not leaving?"

Master "Qiuyue" blinked enthusiastically, "I'll wait for you."

Uncle Ding: ...

Was he being winked at by a man?

In the pipeline, there were continuous fluctuations in spiritual power and the sound of fighting. Uncle Ding didn't care about other things, so he picked up the guy and killed him.

He didn't even hide, he went straight out of the No. [-] pipeline, resisting the search pursuers with his own power, he slashed fieryly with a big axe, and blood spattered everywhere.

Hey, he really is a bloody man.

This posture clearly intends to bury this group of people here.

Qiu Asi yawned lazily, moved his finger, and an inconspicuous golden light popped out, killing the archer who was secretly shooting arrows in the distance.

Uncle Ding didn't bother to thank him, he just nodded to Qiu Asi, jumped and hacked, and killed a strong soldier.

The ax pierced into the neck, scarlet shot out, the blood flowed into a river, staining the sewage in the drainage channel red.

Qiu Ah Si finally had a comfortable smile on his face, it was a great fight.

Quick, kill a few more to add to the fun!

……

Here Qiu Asi pretends to be Jing Yunchu's master, happily watching the play, and protects Ding Shuduan's heir.

Over there, Jing Yunchu followed Shi Yue and finally broke into the courtyard in the northwest corner of the inner city.

At a certain moment, the sharp pain in Jing Yunchu's chest disappeared without a trace, and there was a feeling of emptiness in his body.

I can't tell what it feels like, I just feel that the whole person is about to collapse.

Fortunately, there will be no movement in Shi Yue, and he is looking for his brother's location in peace, so he seizes the time and returns to Shi Yue's side.

Before he could say Shi Yue's name softly, a sharp wind blade hit his face.

"Whoosh!"

The windblade chopped off the branches behind him.

Branches fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

Like a gray wolf who is only afraid of people, Shi Yue dodges behind the door and looks at the person passing through the crack of the door. The other two wind blades come one after another, chopping at Jing Yunchu's legs.

Fortunately, Jing Yunchu was sensitive enough to dodge her attack.

The little lunatic is quite vigilant.

Jing Yunchu smiled and said softly, "It's me."

Shi Yue frowned slightly, and came out, "Why did you follow?"

It was as if he hated him a lot.

Jing Yunchu: "..."