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

In the military tent.

Li Qi, played by Lu Yan, is writing a suicide note. Every word is stained with blood, like a knife cutting through flesh and blood, making the bystanders in the dark even more silent.

"Don't do that..."

"Those people are not worth your death..."

Wu Ran, as a bystander, was extremely angry, but he could not change history at all.

All the powerful Chinese who had mistakenly entered the formation watched in silence as Li Qi, who was described in history books as a beautiful woman who brought disaster, walked step by step towards his destination.

As outsiders, they knew very well that the fundamental reason for the destruction of the Miao nation had nothing to do with Li Qi.

Whether he is there or not, the Miao nation will be destroyed.

The ambitious Yan Zhuoyuan will not give up the opportunity to unify the world.

Emperors have always been unreasonable.

The impatient Wu Ran was stopped by Master Guangyuan, who prevented him from getting closer to Li Qi.

"Wu Ran, we can't change it."

“These are realities that have happened.”

History cannot be reversed. Even if Yan Zhuoyuan tried his best to find the Seven Star Reincarnation Formation that can change people's memories, nothing can be changed.

Everything happened as usual.

The memories that Yan Zhuoyuan wanted to modify did not change, and Li Qi still regarded him as his mortal enemy.

Wu Ran had tears in his eyes and was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Master, why? Why make him go through all that pain again?"

He clenched his fists and said sternly: "Li Qi has never hurt anyone on his own initiative, but everyone is forcing him to die."

Master Guangyuan patted his apprentice on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is the greatest sorrow of that feudal dynasty."

Li Qi was indeed innocent, but war was inevitable for him in such a turbulent era.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

This is an eternal truth that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"unfair!"

Wu Ran lowered his hands, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with accusations against that era.

"Why should Li Qi bear the consequences of the defeat? He just didn't want to marry such a romantic and amorous emperor. What was wrong with him?!"

"There's nothing wrong with not wanting to marry someone you don't love!"

Li Qi in the formation was still writing. The suicide note of less than a hundred words only asked Yan Zhuoyuan to let his brother go, and he did not covet too much.

The only thing he couldn't let go of before he died was his brother.

The prince brother who treated him kindly was his bottom line and the last warmth he longed for.

After writing his suicide note, the Miao youth put down the blood-stained brush, took off his heavy silver armor, revealing the gorgeous clothes stained red with blood.

The blue dress turned into a mottled red dress...

But Li Qi stood up as if he didn't feel any pain. He didn't choose to take medicine for treatment. Instead, he slowly took off all the silver jewelry and poisonous insects he was wearing.

"His-"

The poisonous insects that were used to sticking to their owners lay at Li Qi's feet reluctantly, as if trying to persuade their owners not to abandon them.

Li Qi looked around with a desolate sight, and he leaned over and bowed deeply in the direction of the Miao capital.

"Brother Wang, I have no regrets in having you protect me in this life. I just hope that you and your wife are safe."

His blue eyes had lost their former color, like pearls thrown into a quagmire.

The despair in his heart surged like a violent storm, making it almost unbearable for him.

He straightened up and with trembling hands stroked the eyes that were feared and hated by the world.

"I have been hated by others since I was born because of these two eyes. My father sees me as an abandoned son, my mother hates me as an enemy, and the officials and people in the court also think I am a disaster..."

"Li Qi, can you really only be a discarded pawn?"

He smiled bitterly to himself, "Brother Wang, you gave me the name Zi Yan, hoping that I would start a new life, but it seems that my fate has been determined since the day I was born."

"Abandoned by others, deserted by all friends and relatives..."

He raised his hand and picked up the long sword hanging next to him. The sharp blade flashed with a cold luster.

"I don't want to be the culprit in other people's eyes anymore, and I don't want to see the culprit again."

"I don't want to be one of his trophies."

The blade was pressed against the young man's neck, and drops of blood from his cheek dripped onto it.

He whispered, "If there is an afterlife, I never want to be born into an imperial family, and I never want to meet that person again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scarred young man grabbed the sword in his hand and slashed it across the slender neck.

A dense stream of blood flowed out.

The sword fell to the ground with a thud, and the young man fell to the ground.

The poisonous insects on the ground made sharp cries, trying to wake up their masters.

"Buzz..."

"Hiss..."

Master, please don't abandon us.

Li Qi's blue clothes were completely stained red with blood, and his life also came to an end.

This beautiful woman who was the source of disaster for Emperor Yan committed suicide in the military camp before the Miao Kingdom was destroyed.

The beauty died and heavy rain fell from the sky.

The beautiful Miao chief priest was torn into countless pieces by the tide of time...

It can never be put together again.

Wu Ran, who was watching from the sidelines, almost cried to the point of heart palpitations, and the tears on his face wet his monk's robe.

He tried to be strong, but he couldn't stop the sadness from overflowing from the corners of his eyes. The feeling of powerlessness made him fall into darkness.

My heart seemed to be pulled down by a huge hand.

He choked up and said, "Why can't this world accommodate just one Li Qi?"

The pure and holy monk, who was elegant and self-possessed in public, was now standing there crying and almost fainting.

He called out Li Qi's name helplessly...

He wanted to reach out and cover the wound on Li Qi's neck, and wanted to pick up the young man on the ground...

But he couldn't catch anything.

He could only watch with his own eyes Li Qi commit suicide in the formation, and then watch Li Qi's body and suicide note being taken away by Yan Zhuoyuan, and watch that cruel man not even willing to fulfill Li Qi's dying wish.

Li Ming died, and so did his wife and children...

Everyone Li Qi cared about was dead.

Li Qi no longer has any blood relatives or ties.

At this point, Wu Ran finally understood why Li Qi jumped into the Seven Star Reincarnation Array even though he knew it was a trap, because he couldn't bear to leave Li Ming.

Li Ming was the person Li Qi cared about most during his lifetime. They were blood brothers who supported and relied on each other, but in the end neither of the brothers survived.

Li Ming was even refined into a ghost weapon by Yan Zhuoyuan as a handle to threaten Li Qi.

How can this kind of love be called love!

The world in the formation slowly collapsed, and Li Qi was the first to step out of the Seven Star Reincarnation Formation.

Behind him was the Yan Palace which had been shattered into pieces.

It was at this time that Yan Zhuoyuan finally broke free from the shackles of history and was no longer immersed in the past, but he couldn't understand how Li Qi did it.

Why didn’t Li Qi’s memory change?

Why are everything still the same as before?

Naturally, Lu Yan in Li Qi's body would not have his memory confused because of a ghost king who had only lived for more than two thousand years. After all, he was already 120,000 years old, and his age in the mission world was even more difficult to calculate.

If his memory was so easily tampered with, he would have become a madman long ago.

If Yan Zhuoyuan wanted to play, he would play with him.

He wanted to see the old things happen again, and see who would suffer more, him or Yan Zhuoyuan!