Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Sartre was startled by the voice at first, and turned his head suddenly. He was relieved when he saw that the person standing next to him was a little palace maid.

He stood very straight, assuming a dignified and solemn appearance. "Who allowed you to come here?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Get out of here."

How could the king be frightened by a little maid in his own palace?

This is simply the greatest insult to him.

Sartre became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he became even more furious: "You, are you blind and don't recognize your king?"

"Why don't you kneel down!"

Damn, a palace maid is actually taller than him.

He clearly saw the disdain for him in her eyes.

He is the king!

Sartre suddenly raised his foot and was about to kick the man down and make him kneel in front of him.

Shen Jin didn't hide or avoid, just looked at him, as if he was scared silly.

The next second, Xiao Jiangran appeared out of nowhere, standing between Sartre and Shen Jin.

His sword-like brows were pressed down, and his handsome eyes were full of depression.

He kicked the king in the stomach before he could do so. The king fell on his back like a turtle and it took him a long time to recover. He lay on the ruins groaning in pain.

"Big...bold."

Xiao Jiangran ignored him, staring at Shen Jin with his eyes, and even his breathing subconsciously became shallow.

Did he stay here for too long and have hallucinations? Otherwise, why would he see Shen Jin, whom he had been thinking about, here?

"you……"

He was trying to test something.

But the familiar aura and fluctuations made him not need to speak at all, his body froze in place.

Shen Jin found it funny. No matter how old he was, he still cried so easily.

"Don't you know me?"

Shen Jin asked back with a smile, a hint of amusement in the corners of her eyes. She naturally extended her hand and asked Xiao Jiangran for a hug: "I have completed my mission, but I haven't seen you yet."

"I realized that I missed you a lot, so I came to see you."

Xiao Jiangran felt his heart beating too fast. Why could Shen Jin say such sweet words with such a matter-of-fact tone?

He hugged him back.

It almost embeds the person into the body.

After a long moment, his voice became hoarse: "Sorry, the mission took a while."

Shen Jin let him hold her, feeling the warm breath of Xiao Jiangran on her neck, while at the same time trying to classify the food that was jumping and pouring into the space.

Every meeting is a great harvest.

In a corner where Xiao Jiangran couldn't see, Shen Jin narrowed his eyes with pleasure.

"You know her?"

Sartre finally stood up, holding on to a stone pillar, and gasped loudly, calling their attention back.

What shameless two people, he is still here.

But the situation is stronger than people, he still needs to cooperate with men...

Sartre endured the remaining pain and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were a couple earlier? What's your name?"

He pointed at Shen Jin and said generously: "I will give you one of my palace maids as a reward."

Shen Jin: ...

He was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere. He rubbed his stomach and said cheerfully, "Xiao Jiangran, I've already told you that there are many benefits to cooperating with me."

Xiao Jiangran knew that Shen Jin would not misunderstand him, but he felt that he needed to distance himself from this idiot.

Just as he was about to kick, Shen Jin grabbed his hand.

She laughed and said, "You said you were the king?"

"Of course!"

Sartre raised his head, thinking that Shen Jin wanted to pay him respects, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.

"But I heard that the king was deposed by your high priest, wasn't he?"

Shen Jin smiled brightly, with a barely concealed sarcasm in his eyes: "Are you the banished useless king?"

Xiao Jiangran stood quietly beside her. Although he didn't know what Shen Jin's mission was, if she stood with the high priest, he would only be on the high priest's side.

"you you!"

Sartre's face turned red, and he kept yelling at you for a long time, even his neck was stained red.

"You are the high priest's man!"

"Evil, evil spirit! What are you standing there for? Kill her right now!"

Sartre was a little anxious. He pointed at Shen Jin, but his eyes turned to Xiao Jiangran: "Aren't you going to kill the high priestess? Her minions are right here. Why don't you do it quickly?"

Xiao Jiangran: ...

How blind must one be to ignore the fact that he and Shen Jin hugged each other as soon as they met?

"It's clear that our partnership is over."

Xiao Jiangran held Shen Jin's hand without hesitation, knelt on one knee, and kissed the back of her hand.

"Adulterer and adulteress, in cahoots with each other!"

Xiao Jiangran's eyes were sharp. If eyes had lethal power, this Sartre would have died countless times already.

"No, it's a matter of mutual affection, and the wife follows the husband's lead."

Shen Jin lightly suppressed Xiao Jiangran's anger and walked to Sartre with the somewhat dazed Xiao Jiangran.

She came into this world and played the role of high priestess, and obviously, she was recognized by the world.

Then, even without the white robe, she would still be the high priestess.

Under what circumstances would the king not recognize her as the high priestess?

It was simple, he had never seen what the high priest looked like.

Or in other words, he only recognized those wearing white robes as high priests.

Either of these possibilities is extremely interesting.

Shen Jin also kicked the man to the ground, and the shoe print was symmetrical with Xiao Jiangran's previous kick.

"Similarly, if you want to kill me, I will have to strike first."

Shen Jin naturally turned around, pulled out the dagger from Xiao Jiangran's waist, and placed it on the king's neck.

"You evildoer, it's you who will die."

The cold sword shadow reflected Shen Jin's cold eyes and also revealed Sartre's embarrassed face.

"But I won't kill you now."

Shen Jin pulled away the sword slightly, but the sharpness was still intimidating.

"The high priest has offended me, so I will spare your life for now."

"Tell me, what are you looking for here?"

"Hahaha, I knew that the high priest, this evil creature, was destined to be deserted by everyone."

"You are wise, this... lady!"

"Only by joining me can we rebuild our home."

Shen Jin didn't comment, but put away his sword.

Sartre swallowed, trying to soothe his dry, burning throat, but it had little effect.

He said, "I'm looking for the imperial seal."

His face was full of regret.

"I was defeated that day, and in order to make a comeback, I had no choice but to evacuate hastily. My imperial seal was left in the palace and I was unable to take it out."

"If we find the seal, I can prove my identity. Then we will have the power to fight against evil. Only then can we truly kill the high priest and restore normalcy to my kingdom."

After Sartre finished speaking, he fell into the ruins, his eyes closed, and he looked like he had fainted.

Xiao Jiangran was quite familiar with Shen Jin's abilities, and he rubbed her temples considerately.

"Are you from the high priest?"

Sartre has fallen, and there are only him and Shen Jin here, so there is naturally no need to hide anything.

Shen Jin shook his head.

Seeing Xiao Jiangran relax, he calmly continued, "I am the high priest."

Xiao Jiangran stood there in a daze.

He hugged her gratefully, "Luckily I met you in advance."

"Why, you want to kill..."

Xiao Jiangran covered her mouth, which was really unlucky.

But seeing her obviously happy expression, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh: "My mission."