After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

At the tea party, His Majesty brought up the matter of Li Cheng and went into detail about every detail. Gradually, the three of them became anxious and uneasy.

This was no longer a question of the enemy not retreating but hiding in the city. It was a question of every detail analyzed pointing the finger at the three of them.

Their faces are not pretty.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, the current situation indicated that there was indeed a traitor among the three.

The air is dry, as if a random spark could start a prairie fire.

The weather was sunny and the sky was clear, and the rich fragrance of flowers lingered in the air.

The situation was serious. The girl picked up the cup again and sipped it leisurely, which seemed out of place in the solemn atmosphere.

Pu Ran was quite impressed that the other party was really able to keep his composure. Even after saying so much, he could still sit in front of her and pretend nothing had happened.

"Okay, relax and have some tea first."

The three of them were like wooden stakes nailed to the spot, with no mood to do anything else.

Only His Majesty's voice sounded slowly:

"I'll give you a chance. Whoever is a traitor, stand up yourself."

"..."

ha?

The Supervisor was furious. He slammed the table and stood up, with flames in his eyes: "I will kill you two now!!!"

Be nice!

Pu Ran was startled and quickly held the shaking porcelain cup on the table. "Baby, you can be angry, but don't hit it randomly. What if the cup falls over?"

It contains my favorite sour plum juice!

"Oh!"

The Judge used all his internal strength to smash the table to pieces, and asked coldly, "Do you doubt my loyalty to His Majesty?"

The white jade table was shattered, cups and plates fell to the ground, tea and pastries were scattered all over the floor, and the wise and mighty monarch stood frozen in place with his hands trembling.

The judge looked at his majesty who had turned into a stick figure, and decisively stretched out his arms to pull the two quarreling people apart: "Just quarrel, don't use your hands."

Pretending to be a good guy again.

The two of them snorted at the same time and said impatiently, "Are you the traitor?"

The veins on the judge's forehead were throbbing. He tried to smile and looked at Puran, asking for his opinion: "Your Majesty, can I kill them all?"

The stickman finally trembled enough, wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and rolled up his dead eyes: "Why are you killing? Stop arguing, come with me for a walk."

"Oh."

The three of them said in unison, following behind His Majesty and glaring at the remaining two again and again.

You two deserve to die. Who is the traitor? Come out now!

You two are really good at pretending. If you don’t come out, I will kill you all!

You two are really noisy. If you have a little self-awareness, can you commit suicide first?

The three of them fought with each other's eyes, while the monarch in front was taking a peaceful stroll.

But as they walked, they realized something was wrong.

Your Majesty, we have been walking for a long time. If we walk any further, we will be out of the palace!

Unconsciously, the judge who had been following the team slowed down.

Pu Ran looked back at him, as if he had sensed something, wondering, "Why aren't you leaving?"

The huge palace was full of life with the sound of wind and the chirping of birds, but there was no sign of human beings.

The swaying magnolias, the shaking branches, the whirlpools of fallen leaves raised by the hems of clothes, in this magnificent and majestic imperial palace, there is not a trace of the sadness and bleakness of autumn.

The judge withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and stared at her. His magnetic voice was like the sound of an ancient zither: "Your Majesty, I don't know since when, there is no one else in the palace except us."

After hearing this, the two of them also concentrated their attention and felt it, their eyes full of surprise.

Is this really the case? Did everyone evacuate one after another when the tea party started?

"Ah, I know."

Unexpectedly, His Majesty responded like this.

The girl smiled, her voice vague: "I asked them to leave."

"I lied to you about one thing."

She approached the man in the golden robe, stretched out her hands, and gently and delicately helped him straighten his collar, patting the fabric that was already wrinkle-free.

The movements are intimate and natural.

The judge lowered his eyes, his dark pupils were like glass beads that could not be caught by any emotion, his cold lips were thin and sexy, and he asked: "What is it?"

The slender hands that were adjusting his collar lifted up and took off his mask, exposing that eerily beautiful and unreal face to the air.

This face is no less lustful than others. It doesn't look like a human product at all. It is so beautiful that it is almost demonic.

No matter how many times you watch it, it's always amazing.

"In fact, I have learned how to treat the miasma that invades the human body a long time ago."

The jealous eyes have been healed, but the news was kept secret and no one outside knew about it.

The judge's eyes moved suddenly, like a venomous snake lurking in the middle of the night blinking its vertical pupils, dangerous and terrifying.

"Under the guise of guiding their luck, I used my spiritual power to clear the miasma from their bodies."

"Of course, I guided you as well, the difference is that I didn't heal you."

Pu Ran nonchalantly met his emotionless gaze, and the words that came out of her lips and teeth were like pearls, forming a narrow wall with no way to escape:

"So, how did you recover?"

"..."

Without my spiritual power, how do you get rid of this evil thing?

The answer is self-evident: it is himself.

The atmosphere was tense now, and even the two dumb ones could see the clues.

What? Isn't it because we are too strong that you can heal us by yourself?

After we recovered, we still ran up to the judge and laughed at him for being useless.

laugh at?

The supervisor and the judge were shocked and suddenly realized what was going on.

To put the whole thing in order:

The miasma in the human body must be treated with special methods. After Your Majesty cured them, he made them mistakenly believe that they had survived due to their strong strength.

Given the personalities of these two people, they would definitely go to the bedridden Judge and make sarcastic remarks.

You piece of trash, you are worthy of being at the bottom of the combat power. We can heal ourselves, can you?

The Judge hesitated. As a monster, he did not know the endurance of the human body, especially the resistance of top warriors like the Arbiter to miasma. Seeing that the two had recovered, he thought that the miasma could really be eliminated through luck.

In order not to arouse Puran's suspicion, he naturally followed the troops.

Your Majesty used the same method. If he was the only one who didn't recover, wouldn't that increase suspicion?

So he stopped pretending to be sick and happily attended today's celebratory tea party.

How ridiculous! Near the end, I was tricked by the other party.

He rubbed his dizzy forehead. It was obvious that the battle in Licheng had consumed a lot of his mental energy. He was so exhausted that he could not withstand the test of step-by-step temptations and traps.

The judge, or the demon, did not have the slightest feeling of tension for the decisive battle. Instead, he was completely relaxed as he no longer had to act.

His tone was casual, as if he was talking about what he had eaten this morning, and his voice was light and gentle: "Why do you suspect me?"

To be fair, he felt that he had hidden himself quite well so far. Apart from the fatal mistake regarding the miasma at the end, there had not been any major mistakes in other places.