After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

Outside Death Valley

That night,

Zheng Anning was in the tent, drinking tea and rubbing Erhu's head, leisurely.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in, and a man walked in under the moonlight.

Zheng Anning's eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of tea, and opened his mouth in disbelief.

[Fuck, is this Wu Beiwang? How can that old man be so handsome?]

[No way! Where did this handsome guy come from! ]

The corners of Wu Beiwang's mouth twitched and his eyebrows were wrinkled. Why couldn't he be handsome?

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

Does he have to be an old man?

Wu Beiwang was dressed in black, exuding a domineering aura. The belt tightly tied around his slender waist. The proportions of his broad shoulders and narrow waist were harmonious, and his pectoral muscles were bulging. He looked very well-endowed.

A handsome face that is evil and arrogant, extraordinarily handsome, with a hint of exoticism, full of aggression, deep eye sockets, a mature and handsome uncle.

There were several whips tied on his head and he wore the black hair crown of the witch clan. He looked mysterious and noble, but also a little dangerous.

[No, once the poison is removed, the body will be so good? Can he transform from an old man into a black-bellied handsome man?

How did this come about? This is unscientific?

System, can you explain it? 】

System: [Host, I don’t know either! ]

[Is this the world of immortal cultivation? Are there immortal methods? ]

Zheng Anning was still puzzled. Ah! This is unscientific!

System: [You, a charlatan, are talking about science? ]

"Traitor, why don't you bow to your master when you see him?" Wu Beiwang was unhappy.

"Who are you calling?" Zheng Anning scratched his ears in dissatisfaction.

"What do you think?"

Rong Lin, who was in the next tent, heard this and put his ear to the tent with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Praising others for being handsome? Having a good figure?

Mu Yi stared at Rong Lin with a look of disappointment, "Master, if you want to know so much, just go and take a look!"

Mu Yi secretly complained in his heart, have you forgotten that you are a cold and aloof Buddhist and are determined to become a monk?

What? Are you acting crazy and foolish now, pursuing her wholeheartedly?

Hearing this, Rong Lin touched his nose guiltily and patted the dust off the tent as if pretending to do so. "Tsk, why is it so dirty here?"

He seemed to remember something and picked up a box of snacks on the table. The cold expression on his face instantly faded and his eyes suddenly became clear.

Then he walked happily towards the next tent.

Mu Yi was used to it, and recently when he was alone with Rong Lin, he saw that he had returned to normal, just like a mental patient.

It was as if he was addicted to acting, playing dumb and stupid, totally unlike that Rong Lin.

Zheng Anning was arguing with Wu Beiwang when Rong Lin popped in and greeted her in a silly way.

"Ningning, I brought some snacks."

Wu Beiwang frowned and stared at Rong Lin, very puzzled.

"That's perfect. Wu Beiwang, don't you know medical skills? Take a look at him and see what's wrong with him. Why did he suddenly become stupid?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Lin looked at Wu Beiwang, with a hint of displeasure in his clear eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wu Beiwang looked at Rong Lin with interest.

Rong Lin looked at Zheng An Ning unhappily, even a little aggrieved, "Ning Ning, what do you mean? Do you think I'm sick? Then I'm leaving?"

"No no."

Zheng An Ning grabbed Rong Lin and hurried to comfort him.

Rong Lin is still dressed in white today, and he looks no different from a stubborn little white flower.

"Isn't this to check your body? I'm worried about you!"

Wu Beiwang observed his expression, as if he saw through him, and said with a half-smile, "Come, stretch out your hand, feel my pulse."

Rong Lin had no choice but to stretch out his hand obediently, very unwillingly.

Wu Beiwang held Rong Lin's arm for a long time and found nothing wrong and his pulse was normal.

He shook his head and said:

"Nothing unusual, no injuries."

Zheng Anning stared at Rong Lin in confusion, "He's okay? Why is he so stupid?"

"So we have to ask him?"

[System, scan Rong Lin, is there anything abnormal? ]

System: [Ding! Scan successful, host, no abnormalities found. ]

Zheng An Ning stared at Rong Lin with an expressionless face.

Rong Lin was stared at like this, his heart was beating fast, but his face still looked a little dazed.

Zheng An Ning curled her lips and smiled brilliantly, her almond-shaped eyes shining like stars.

"Okay, Zheng Anning, when are you going to attack?"

"So when do you want to go?"

"How about on the day of my coronation? Don't they cherish the Wu clan the most? How about completely destroying it on that day?" Wu Beiwang suddenly smiled evilly with a strange look on his face.

Hahahahahahahahaha~haha~

Zheng Anning doesn't care, it's the same at all times.

The moonlight was silent. Inside the tent, Zheng Anning stared at Rong Lin.

"Rong Lin, can you dance for me?" Zheng An Ning said with a wicked smile.

It depends on whether you are pretending or not.

Rong Lin was bewildered when he heard this, but his red ears betrayed him, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Dancing? What kind of dance? I can't do it."

"You will. It's easy."

"Ningning, you have changed. You said you didn't mind me." Rong Lin looked hurt and turned his head away, pretending to be strong.

"In that case, I'll leave now and not get in your way."

Rong Lin turned around and left, looking very angry. He didn't look like a normal person at all.

Zheng An Ning's face was full of question marks as he watched Rong Lin leave.

I judged in my heart that the proud and cold Rong Lin would never act like a spoiled child with a wronged look on his face, nor would he throw a tantrum like a green tea girl.

He is stupid, that's right.

Tianfeng Kingdom, Kyoto.

The moon is dim, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the clear moonlight shines down like a veil, covering the earth.

In the Imperial Master's Mansion, Mu Xingchen was tapping on the desk in the study, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Master, the Great Zhou army has arrived at the Valley of Death. The Wu Clan has sent a message requesting support."

"Go down," Mu Xingchen said lightly.

A woman in white walked in. Her white dress looked holy and sacred, but her eyes were full of ambition and desire.

"Master, why don't we take advantage of their own strategy and kill the Great Zhou army right there?"

Hearing this, Mu Xingchen glanced at the woman without any emotion on his face and said calmly: "How to kill her?"

"Is that what you want?"

Jiang Ruyan sneered, "Yes, I can't wait."

"Since you don't want the throne of Tianfeng Kingdom, I want it."

Ju Xingchen wore a mask, lowered his head and remained silent, his jawline was clear, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Three days later, the Witch Clan.

The center of the altar is built in the center of the witch clan. The altar is towering into the clouds, with a long staircase leading from top to bottom. On both sides stand all kinds of strange statues and hideous evil spirits.

No one could tell what it was, it was extremely eerie, and its eyes seemed to be glowing and staring at you.

The Wu Clan was particularly lively, with lights and decorations all over, and all the Wu people had smiles on their faces.

The Wu clan is composed of several tribes and is very mysterious. They are divided into inner tribe and outer tribe.

People from the inner tribe are more core and can learn the art of witchcraft, while people from the outer tribe are just ordinary members of the tribe and are not allowed to learn without permission. Once discovered, they will be killed without mercy.

The clan leaders of each tribe came with their people to participate in the succession ceremony of the great elder.

Today, Wu Beiwang was dressed in a black ritual robe, looking very solemn. The black robe was densely embroidered with the totems of the Wu clan, which looked both sacred and strange.

He wore a black hat decorated with black gems and a beast head with bared fangs and claws outlined with red silk thread.

The Great Elder was sitting in a wheelchair today, wearing a wide robe that covered his hunched body. His eyes were sharp, with a hint of determination.

Several elders looked at the chief elder and Wu Beiwang excitedly.

"The ceremony begins!" the second elder shouted loudly, his eyes dull and he looked ahead mechanically.

"Please ask the Great Elder and the Heir to stand on the holy throne and accept God's blessing."

The so-called holy place is an altar. Two people stand in different positions, accepting blessings, alternating between the old and the new, and under the blessing of God, they lead the witch clan to flourish.