Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

In the hall, the talented people he trained stood behind the emperor and didn't look at him.

Although he had a cup of hot wine in his hand, Sheng Zimo felt cold all over, especially in his heart.

The wine in his hand was poisonous and could take his life.

Wen Ling held Qi Nian's hand and asked, "What do you think he will choose?"

Given the current situation, if Sheng Zimo wants to rebel, he has a chance of winning.

Sheng Zimo lowered his eyes, his hands holding the wine glass so tightly that they turned pale.

"Your Majesty wants me to die, and I dare not disobey."

The loyal and brave members of his Sheng family must not be disgraced because of him and be labeled as traitors.

Feeling the force of the hand being gripped, Wen Ling looked at Qinian. His expression was as indifferent as usual, and his eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant.

"I'm not as good as him."

Wen Ling heard a very small sound, and her eyes and eyebrows were filled with complexity.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or not.

The scene in front of him changed again. There was a raging fire, corpses everywhere, and Yan Meng, with white hair and golden eyes, appeared in front of Sheng Zimo in the form of a demon.

Sheng Zimo clenched his sword tightly, his eyes bloodshot, "Why?"

"He wanted to kill you. Aren't you happy that I helped you kill them?"

Yan Meng held the emperor's lifeline in his hand, exerted a little force, and then threw it into the pile of corpses.

"They are all my compatriots."

Yan Meng smiled sarcastically, "Fellow countrymen who want to kill you?"

The sharp sword reflected the surrounding firelight and was aimed at Yan Meng.

The smile on Yan Meng's face faded, "You want to kill me?"

Sheng Zimo's eyes were bloodshot. "You are a demon, shouldn't I kill you?"

Yan Meng's expression was ferocious for a moment, "You said you would marry me."

"Not anymore."

With a light but decisive sound, the sword stabbed straight towards Yan Meng without mercy.

Wen Ling watched Yan Meng go crazy for love, and could not accept that Sheng Zimo turned his sword against her for those who deserved to die and massacred the entire city.

Looking at the mountain of corpses in front of him, Wen Ling couldn't help but be shocked.

"That's really crazy."

She turned around to look at Qinian, but his expression hadn't changed at all, without even a hint of sympathy.

So this is the real Qinian, and the upright and upright Qinian who should care about the people is a shell made for him by Jiangmingshan's teachings over the years.

The first stage of the task assigned to her by 001 was to destroy this shell.

There were only one man and one demon left in the entire capital. Sheng Zimo collapsed and knelt on the ground, unable to stand up.

Yan Meng resented everything in his heart that was more important than her. She destroyed it with her own hands and watched Sheng Zimo suffer, but she did not feel any pleasure at all.

The two got married anyway in the capital city where corpses were everywhere, and Yan Meng forced her to change into wedding clothes.

"I'm a human and you're a demon. We're destined to be enemies. Is that fun?"

Even a red dress couldn't hide Sheng Zimo's face, which was as pale as paper.

"Interesting, I think it's very interesting."

Yan Meng fiddled with her red skirt with great interest, but the wedding was not completed in the end.

In the bridal chamber, Sheng Zimo was radiating golden light.

"This means he has cultivated his Dao heart and is about to become an immortal. Wasn't it said that Xuan Zhen from Jiangming Mountain was the first to achieve Dao and become an immortal?"

Wen Ling looked at Qinian in confusion.

"I didn't become an immortal, I was a little short of it."

"what are you doing?"

Yan Meng looked at Sheng Zimo with horror as his whole body gradually became real and fake.

But his face was full of relieved smile.

"Atonement."

For you, and for me.

Between reality and illusion, Sheng Zimo's whole body turned into golden stars, and the rain that had been falling all night stopped.

The entire capital city came alive again, with the hawking and noise along the streets full of the flavor of life.

Finally, Yan Meng shed tears.

Sheng Zimo sacrificed his semi-immortal body at the cost of not entering the cycle of reincarnation, bringing new life to the entire capital.

All the surrounding scenes began to collapse, and the two looked at Yan Meng, who was kneeling on the ground in a daze.

The scene changed again, and this time it was really out of the illusion.

When Wen Ling opened her eyes, they were still standing at the gate of Menglu City.

"Come in with me."

The two looked at Yan Meng standing in front of them. She had white hair and golden pupils just like in the illusion, but her demonic power was not as powerful as they felt in the illusion.

"The city lord is out shopping. Come and try some of your favorite flower cakes, freshly baked."

The people around were very enthusiastic towards Yan Meng, and soon her hands were filled with flowers, biscuits, and freshly baked buns.

This is interesting. Yan Meng's hair color is different from that of ordinary people, and her pupils are obviously not human, but none of the passers-by look at her strangely. Their eyes are full of indescribable respect.

This scene is exactly the same as the scene in the illusion where Sheng Zimo was walking on the long street, except that the subject was different.

"City Lord, are these two people from outside?"

The old lady looked at the two people behind Yan Meng warily, then leaned over and whispered in her ear.

She thought her voice was quiet, but Wen Ling and Qinian were not ordinary people, so this sound was no different from talking in their ears.

Yan Meng smiled and nodded.

The old lady's face was filled with worry.

"Then they—"

Yan Meng interrupted her and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Yuan will be fine."

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow, looked at the old lady who was coaxed away by Yan Meng, and asked directly.

"They all know you're a demon?"

Yan Meng nodded, "We're here."

Following Yan Meng into the City Lord's Mansion, all the servants in the City Lord's Mansion were there. When they saw Yan Meng, they greeted him with joy on their faces.

Arriving at the main hall, Wen Ling and Qinian sat on one side, while Yan Meng sat on the other side pouring tea.

After pushing the two cups of tea to the opposite side, Yan Meng spoke calmly.

"I guess the two of them also learned about my past from the illusion."

Wen Ling nodded noncommittally, "I'm curious how you've managed to survive this long."

Yan Meng chuckled, "I shouldn't have lived this long. My deadline is coming soon."

Her eyes showed a hint of relief.

"Your purpose?"

Qi Nian frowned and looked at her.

Everything in the illusion made him wary of her.

"Why are you so nervous, little Taoist priest? You also feel that the demonic power in me is not yet—"

Yan Meng smiled and patted her lips, her eyes seemingly passing over Wen Ling by chance.

"That illusion was created by me thousands of years ago. It contains a projection of my demonic power from long ago. Now I am just a paper fairy."

"So your purpose?"

Qi Nian was obviously not interested in what she was saying now.

"The purpose is to trap you. It's already the most critical moment and I don't want anyone to ruin my plan."

"It's just that I didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise."

A smile flashed in Yan Meng's eyes, and seeing the vigilance in Qinian's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Don't worry, I don't dare to do anything bad now."

She looked out the window with a vague look.

"I just want to get back on track as a person."