Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

Tomb of Emperor Yan.

Li Qi walked into the tomb with dignity, looking for the emperor's mausoleum in the center.

The bell rang with every step he took.

The jingling sound is not annoying, but rather exudes a charming and seductive charm.

The exposed arms were as white and delicate as solidified fat, and the slender legs were walking slowly.

Wu Ran tightly grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand and silently recited the Heart Purification Sutra over and over again in his heart.

'Purity and tranquility are the root, turbidity and movement are the end...'

Otherwise he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on.

Because the beauty in modern clothes is more attractive than when she was dressed in red in ancient times. Her exposed white arms seem to be glowing with an alluring luster, silently attracting me to pinch them.

This beautiful woman with fair skin and beautiful face, every move she makes affects the thoughts of those around her.

Even a man with the strongest will cannot resist having a stunning beauty like Li Qi by his side.

Wu Ran walked while silently reciting, 'People who can be pure and tranquil are valued by the world. The human spirit likes to be pure, but the mind disturbs it. The human heart likes to be tranquil, but desire pulls it.'

Li Qi suddenly leaned on his shoulder, and his handsome features stared into his eyes.

Wu Ran immediately forgot all about the Qing Xin Sutra.

Li Qi looked at him with a smile, "Little monk, remember to order me some Miao costumes later. This outfit doesn't match my jewelry very well."

Wu Ran nodded stupidly.

His eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he was clearly extremely eager but still trying his best to restrain himself.

Li Qi raised his hand and pointed to the black jade coffin in front of him, his voice sounding deliberately sweet.

"We are in the main tomb chamber. See? That is Yan Zhuoyuan's coffin."

Wu Ran blinked in confusion.

Li Qi raised his hand slightly, opened the lid of the black jade coffin, and pulled Wu Ran to the side of the coffin.

His eyes were filled with endless malice, and he whispered, "Take a good look at him. This monk is younger, more sensible, and more obedient than you. I would rather choose a monk than you!"

“!!!” Wu Ran’s pupils shrank when he heard that.

He stared straight at Li Qi beside him, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Li Qi, I won't be as fickle as Emperor Yan. I will treat you well and love you forever. I only want you in my life."

He expressed his feelings openly, his voice hoarse and low, "No matter if the road ahead is stormy or sunny, I will run to you, even if it means risking my luck for the rest of my life."

He left all his courage and the rest of his life to Li Qi.

Li Qi looked at Wu Ran, who was very sensible, with satisfaction, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter.

"Little monk, stay with me and watch carefully."

He pulled Wu Ran backward quickly, and the flame from his fingertips flew into the black jade coffin, burning the white bones.

The bones slowly turned into dust, and then Li Qi threw them outside the Yan Emperor's Mausoleum.

He really reduced Yan Zhuoyuan to ashes.

This can be considered as a small revenge for the original owner's resentment and anger for being forced to become a thousand-year-old zombie.

The original owner never thought of becoming a thousand-year-old zombie. It was all due to Yan Zhuoyuan's selfishness. He would rather spend a lot of manpower and resources to keep him.

Yan Zhuoyuan was unwilling to let him leave.

This stubborn emperor did not know how to cherish the original owner when he was alive. It was not until the original owner committed suicide that he regretted it and tried his best to win him back.

But things between the two of them had already become impossible.

How could two people with national hatred and family feuds between them reconcile? How could they pretend that nothing had happened?

This became impossible when Yan Zhuoyuan led his troops to Miaojiang and killed Li Ming and others.

The people the original owner cared about most were the master who taught him witchcraft and his brother the king who protected him since he was a child.

But his master died, and his brother the king also died.

Moreover, his brother the king died at the hands of Yan Zhuoyuan, whom he once regarded as his lifelong friend.

All members of Li Ming's lineage were wiped out by Yan Zhuoyuan, and even a three-year-old child did not escape death.

Li Qi half-narrowed his eyes, vigilantly sensing the power fluctuations that flashed through the Yan Emperor's Mausoleum.

"Yan Zhuoyuan, you are indeed very cunning!"

It seems that Yan Zhuoyuan did have a backup plan here, and the other party should appear soon.

Their head-on confrontation is not far away.

Wu Ran clenched his teeth tightly and stared at the tomb of Emperor Yan behind him with indignation.

Damn you, you bastard! You're still restless even after you die!

Li Qi put away the green and white snake Gu that was left outside, and his delicate and beautiful eyes revealed a cruel look.

"Since you are still here, let's play slowly."

Anyway, zombies can live a long life, so he has plenty of time to settle accounts with Yan Zhuoyuan.