Quickly wear cannon fodder, just flip the table and feel great

Bu Shian didn't care whether Mo Jingxu would regret it or not.

There is only one word in her mind now: awesome.

It’s no wonder that those who can be villains are tough.

She had originally planned to have a frank and honest negotiation, and then trick Mo Jingxu into being her shield so that she could have fun in this world for a few days before leaving.

Unexpectedly, Mo Jingxu came up and started trouble for her.

Okay, okay, it’s good to have a fight before the negotiation, at least she feels good.

Seeing that it was getting dark and the palace maids were about to come to light the lamps, Bu Shian decisively stopped.

Glancing at Mo Jingxu, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, she stood up and smoothed the hair around her ears that had been loosened by the intense exercise.

"That person, is he still alive? Can we talk about it now?"

Mo Jingxu glared at her and turned his head to the side, pretending to be dead.

I can't do anything to this cruel woman tonight, I'll have to wait until tomorrow.

All his confidants will be here tomorrow, and he wants to see if this woman still dares to be arrogant.

If he is beaten today, he will definitely fight back tomorrow.

Then he wanted to see her crying and begging him to stop.

Mo Jingxu thought angrily in his heart, and his expression began to become ferocious.

Bu Shian glanced at him and tore open the potato chip bag with a rip.

Click.

Click click click.

Mo Jingxu, who was thinking about finding a fight, felt the veins on his forehead throbbing as he listened to the incessant clicking sounds.

He felt he should say "stop eating".

But because of Bu Shi'an's previous actions, he really didn't dare to provoke her again without anyone to help him.

But Bu Shian kept eating and the crunching sound never stopped.

Just as Mo Jingxu was about to raise his hands to cover his ears, something with a strange smell was handed to his mouth.

"I didn't do anything cruel, so don't play dead here."

"Eat my chips, but you can't give me the cold shoulder anymore."

The thing next to his mouth exuded an alluring scent that Mo Jingxu had never tasted before, but he still snorted coldly and turned his head away.

What did this woman take him for?

Do you think that if you try to please him with a piece of strange food, he will let down his guard and give up on revenge?

Dreaming, she is dreaming!

Bu Shi'an was suddenly amused when he saw Mo Jingxu, who clearly swallowed slightly but still refused with a cold face.

I didn’t expect that this villain emperor is also a tsundere.

You don’t want to eat it, right? It’s not up to you.

Bu Shi'an put down the bag, pinched Mo Jingxu's chin with one hand to turn his face around, and stuffed potato chips into his mouth with the other hand.

"Fuck you, do you think you have a choice?"

"You don't want to eat? You're dreaming. Hurry up and swallow it. Then we can get down to business."

Just like that, Mo Jingxu was humiliated by having a piece of Orleans-flavored potato chips stuffed into his mouth.

Because this impression was so humiliating, even though Mo Jingxu loved eating potato chips, he still avoided the Orleans flavor.

In the end, it even got to the point where he would get angry at the sight of Orleans-flavored potato chips and wouldn't stop until he had stomped them to pieces.

And now, Mo Jingxu, who had lost all face, was forced to sit opposite Bu Shian.

There were two bottles of AD calcium milk on the table, and Bu Shi'an was pointing at the densely marked paper and talking.

Mo Jingxu felt humiliated, reluctant, and suspicious from the beginning.

Later I was surprised, excited, and eager to try.

He had to admit.

This time the violent madwoman understood him very well.

He didn't need those people who had tried to persuade him to give up the throne with love and companionship in the name of doing good for him.

His upbringing experiences from childhood to adulthood told him that he didn't need feelings, what he needed was something that could protect him from being bullied.

Money, power, status, and respect are what he needs.

Feelings can only be the seasoning after having these things, and cannot be the main tone of one's life.

And this crazy woman actually tempted him with immortality and power.

Very good, the throne is no longer attractive anymore.

Compared to this emperor who was often assassinated, plotted against, and forced to be redeemed and give up the throne.

It seems like joining their fast-forward game allows you to see more of the world, meet different people, and come into contact with things you have never come into contact with before.

Knowing the direction of the plot and with such a strong background support, one can still take advantage of loopholes and do whatever he wants.

You can even achieve eternal life through repeated missions, and live a more carefree life than those lucky ones favored by God.

Although he had a mission and was under someone's control, Mo Jingxu was still shamefully moved.

Bu Shian talked a lot, and his mouth was dry at the end. He picked up the AD calcium milk on the table and took two sips. Then he looked at Mo Jingxu who was obviously interested.

"How about it, are you interested? Want to exchange? Do you want to join us?"

Mo Jingxu pursed his lips, feeling moved but afraid of being deceived.

Moreover, this woman had beaten and humiliated him before, so how could he agree so quickly?

Bu Shi'an seemed to have guessed his thoughts and directly called out a communication from the system.

The senior executives there were stunned for a moment when they received Bu Shian's call. They didn't understand why Bu Shian, who was on a mission in the small world, would contact him.

With doubt, he clicked the answer button.

Before he could say anything after the call was connected, Bu Shi'an dragged Mo Jingxu to the other side.

"Hello, Lao Deng, I have reached a preliminary agreement with the villain emperor of this small world."

"As long as you talk to the higher-ups in the male channel group and ask him to join our Quick Travel Bureau as a tasker, he will voluntarily give up being the emperor in this world, and then the promise you made to the Heavenly Dao of this world will be fulfilled."

"What do you think, Lao Deng? I'm awesome, right? I solved your problem with just one move, and you didn't have to pay anything."

The man, bombarded with a series of messages, had a dazed expression.

After looking at Mo Jingxu, whose eyes were filled with curiosity and half of his face was covered with red marks, he fell silent.

In other words, Sister An, did you force others to agree to this preliminary agreement by using force?

You are still as radical as ever when doing missions. Who said you were cultivating yourself by being in the cannon fodder survival group?

He knew that there was no way Bu Shi'an could be honest.

Fortunately, he never believed these rumors and did not act like a leader when he looked for her.

Otherwise, the slap mark on Mo Jingxu's face would definitely appear on his face.

The man came back to his senses and looked at Bu Shian with some hesitation.

"Sister An, you said I don't need to pay anything, but the senior management of the male channel team may not agree."

"How could they possibly allow the female team to bring a villain from their own mission world to serve as a missioner on their side?"

Although the man was tempted that he could solve the problem without paying anything, he was also tempted that Bu Shi'an would cause trouble for the male group.

But this is not easy to arrange.

The man thought that Bu Shian would frown and think of another way after he said this, but he didn't expect her to say something shocking.

"The top management of the male frequency team disagrees with the villains of the female frequency team's mission world being tasked with being tasked. What's Guan Mo Jingxu's business in going to their male frequency team?"

"Who can prove that Mo Jingxu is from the female team's mission world? Who can reject an excellent employee who is fully qualified for the male team's mission?"

The man's eyes widened when he heard this, and he blurted out "national quintessence".

"Fuck."