The villain beg you to kill me

I have always felt that Wushe has no aesthetics, and now it seems that I was wrong.

Wushe arranged the clothes for the three of us.Wushe himself is dressed in the clothes of a nobleman. Although he is not old, but his deep and restrained temperament when he is not smiling, it is easy for people to be regarded as the pillar of the old nobleman's family. Even if he is young, this kind of person is very mature in doing things. .

Xiao Yu was wearing a Greek goddess dress, this time even ordinary people couldn't tell he was a boy.

I, on the other hand, wore a butler gown with a slightly longer hem, just enough to cover my bunny tail.

The clothing store specially sent someone to take us out. In front of the door, an old-fashioned silver inlaid carriage was parked there. A well-dressed coachman and two children were waiting beside the carriage, waiting for us to get on the carriage.

It took Wushe just two hours to make such a big scene, I couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

"Your aesthetic is good." I said.

"When you go to the countryside, you just do as the Romans do," Wushe said.

"Haha, you don't have to be modest." I stretched out my hand and helped "Master" into the car.

As soon as Wushe got into the car, he pulled me into it. The car was very spacious and comfortable. Wushe and I sat on one side, and Xiaoyu sat on the other.

Xiaoyu was anxious: "Uncle Wushe, are we going to the Chunyun Festival like this?"

Wushe let out a "hmm".

I couldn't help but wonder: "Do you know what the Spring Yun Festival is for?"

Wushe looked at me, even if he didn't know something, he would never show a little humility to ask questions, but instead had an attitude of "Speak, I'll listen".

I appreciate his mentality and momentum very much. It would be great if I could learn a point or two.

"The Chunyun Festival is a talent selection event held by the palace. It is held once a year. It is called the Spring Yun Festival because it is held in spring." Xiaoyu explained, and he said with a guilty conscience, "Let's not go, I haven't had a chance this year. Seriously, I have no chance of winning whether it is a martial arts competition, a dance competition or a cooking competition."

"I didn't ask you to participate in the competition." Wushe said.

Xiao Yu was surprised: "Then... why did you buy me such a beautiful dress?"

I was a little surprised that Xiaoyu put on the goddess costume without any resistance. After all, he is a boy, so it is hard to describe how natural he is in girls' clothes.

"Just keep your mouth shut and laugh, that's all." Wushe said.

Just as a vase.

What exactly does Wu Amnesty want to do?

Our carriage arrived outside Miyagi.

Layers of palace walls wind upwards, and the highest point is the place where the Spring Festival is held, the Shenmu Terrace.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city and threatened to destroy it, and black clouds rolled over the Shenmu platform. No matter how you looked at it, it was the rhythm of a heavy rain.

Before entering Miyagi, we were interrogated once, and I handed out my diamond card, which allowed us to pass.

This time, I took the plug-in given by the great author and used it again and again, but it was always in the wrong place.

However, I'm really curious about how Wushe wants to help Xiaoyu catch up with Caesar.

The carriage drove into the last palace wall like the wind, and the Shenmu Terrace was right in front of us.

Behind Shenmu Terrace is a cliff where you can directly see Chaoyun Qianshan, Qingfeng Valley, and Moonlight Forest.

The majestic and magnificent scenery made this court talent competition sacred and solemn.

"Please get out of the car." Wangcheng Guard said loudly.

I was about to get out of the car, but Wushe stopped me, he winked at the two boys in the corner, and the boys got off first.

"Etiquette is meaningless to me, but if you want to be ostentatious, you have to come up with complicated etiquette." Wushe said to me.

That's right, he is the villain boss, and he is indeed unmatched in terms of pretense.

After the little boy went down, a clear and clear voice sounded: "Congratulations to Duke Morse and Princess Yu from Camorra King City."

There was a discussion immediately below.

I immediately grabbed Wushe: "What are those titles?"

Wushe smiled: "It's made up."

I have some headaches.

Wushe said to me, "It's your turn."

I sighed, pretended to be an old butler, and got out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the carriage, I felt many eyes on my back.

The Shenmu Terrace can accommodate about as many people as a middle school playground. I, who has always been used to keeping a low profile, feel a little uncomfortable under the watchful eyes of everyone.

At this moment, a voice of reproach came from the carriage.

"Butler Li."

"Oh, sir, here we come." I stretched out my hand and carefully lifted the curtain of the car.

As soon as Wu Amnesty appeared, even the discussion behind him disappeared.

The black hair was combed back meticulously, revealing a pale and noble forehead, and only majesty remained in his expression. No matter who was caught by that cold and deep gaze, he would feel ashamed.

I stared blankly at Wu's forgiveness.

"Butler Li." Wushe said coldly, "Don't report yet, the Duke of Morse is here personally."

I responded, turned around and trotted until I reached the throne, only then did I realize that I was acting.

The king has stepped down from the throne. This is a man in his 30s, with a haughty and indifferent expression. He is dressed in extremely luxurious clothes from head to toe. In terms of aura, he is a little weaker than Wushe.

"The king of Dream City, the Duke of Morse and the princess are here to visit." I mechanically repeated the words of Unforgivable.

Wang looked at me: "Duke Morse?"

I'm in a cold sweat.

The king was silent for a while, then said: "Send down the order to welcome the Duke of Morse to Dream City."

The head of the guard immediately raised his voice to announce, "Welcome Duke Morse!" was heard all the way to the gate of the palace city.

The king said to me, "I would like to extend my sincere welcome to the duke, and hope he will enjoy his stay in Dream City."

I breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to back away.

Wang suddenly said, "Wait, who is that?"

I became nervous again, and followed his gaze: "Ah, that's Xiaoyu...Princess, the only daughter of Duke Morse."

Wang smiled slightly: "Please come and take your seat, the Duke."

Wushe got off the carriage, and in full view of everyone, he calmly stretched out his hand and put his arms around Xiaoyu, who was like a Greek goddess. Xiaoyu wanted to jump off with her skirt, but he held her hand.

Wushe hugged Xiaoyu's slender waist, half hugged him and helped him out of the car.

Wushe bent down and said something next to Xiaoyu's ear, Xiaoyu's face flushed slightly, and she nodded in agreement, during this process, Xiaoyu kept silent and kept a decent smile.

This pair of "father and daughter" was so pleasing to the eye that no one watched half of the dance competition held on the Shenmu stage.

Caesar on the stage was left aside in the cold. He seemed to have never been treated like this before, and his eyes were a bit at a loss.

I looked at Caesar, and then at Xiaoyu.

In fact, Xiaoyu looks much better dressed than Caesar, so why did he hang himself on this tree?

I went back to Unforgiven and led them to the throne.

When passing by the stage, Nishizawa's gaze was still following Xiaoyu.

He suddenly jumped off the stage and stopped in front of us.

"It's you! It's really you!" Caesar pointed at Xiaoyu.

Xiao Yu kept Wu's words in mind, didn't say a word, just smiled at Caesar.

Wushe's face darkened: "Housekeeper, who is this person and why is he blocking the way?"

I immediately stepped forward, not showing any kindness to Caesar: "Please make way."

Caesar resolutely refused: "Others don't know, but I know who you are! You are kidnappers! That Xiao Yu is just a pariah, not a princess!"

I was about to speak, but Wushe pressed my shoulder: "Butler Li, step back."

Wushe walked in front of Caesar, but he didn't look at him at all, his eyes passed him, and looked at the person who just sat back on the throne.

"Where did the actor come from, blocking the way of the Duke." Wushe said, flicking his fingers lightly.

Caesar immediately fell to the side.

"Xiao Yu, let's go." Wu She stretched out his hand.

Xiaoyu kept smiling, didn't speak, and took Wushe's arm.

"Xiao Yu, you, how could you treat me like this!" Caesar said angrily.

Several servants from Caesar's family ran up, grabbed their little master, and whispered to persuade: "Little master, haven't you heard that she is the daughter of the duke, she is the princess, let's not cause trouble."

"He's not the daughter of a duke!" Caesar gritted his teeth, "Don't you see how vulgar his behavior is?"

The people around looked at Caesar as if they were insane.

"Is the young master of the Arce family not mentally ill?"

"That princess is a natural princess at first glance. She has an extraordinary temperament, and she doesn't have the same knowledge as that dancer."

Caesar blushed with anger: "What's wrong with dancing! I just dance well, so you guys are jealous of me!"

"It seems that the illness is not serious."

"Let's stay away."

……

When walking towards the throne, Xiaoyu couldn't help but whispered to Wushe: "Uncle Wushe, I haven't planned to attack the king yet. To conquer the king, I must have 100 million gold coins. It adds a lot of favorability, but I didn't attend the class, and I will reveal my secrets at any time..."

Wushe: "Stop talking nonsense and laugh at you."

I listened to their conversation behind me and just wanted to laugh.

This pair of "father and daughter" still behaved very lovingly and filially in front of people.

At least in front of the king.

Wang asked Wushe to take a seat first, and then showed courtesy to Princess Yu.

Even though it was polite, I could see interest in his eyes.

That's right, in this world of looking at faces, Xiao Yu only needs to dress up well to attract everyone's attention.

But he is still trying to rely on his strength instead of his face to make a living. To a certain extent, he is quite dull.

"Dance competition, please continue." The herald said loudly.

This time, Caesar was performing on stage, and we were sitting in the referee's seat...

During the performance, Caesar repeatedly cast angry glances at us, so that Wang was a little unhappy, and asked the old Arce beside him if there was something wrong with his Caesar's eyes.

Old Arce hurriedly explained: "He squints when he's nervous, it's natural."

Caesar did not perform well in the dance performance, covered his face as soon as he stepped off the stage, and returned to the seat of the Arce family accompanied by his servants.

When the winners were finally announced, he only finished third.

When Nishizawa heard this "No.3", his expression was like seeing the sky fall.

Xiao Yu looked at Caesar anxiously, seeming a little worried.

Wang noticed Xiaoyu's uneasiness, so he instructed his confidant in a low voice to come over and ask him what's wrong.

Xiao Yu kept silent, just laughed.

The confidant didn't ask anything, so Wang paid more attention to Xiaoyu, following his gaze, he saw the depressed Caesar.

Wang narrowed his eyes: "That No.3 dancer is very rude. How dare he disagree with the results of the Chunyun Festival and cancel his No.3."

Immediately the herald answered, "Yes." Then he repeated the king's order in a loud voice.

Caesar looked this way, his face was as pale as a dead man.

He stood up in despair and ran out of the venue crying.

Wang snorted coldly: "It's really embarrassing."

Old Arce hurriedly posted it dog-leggedly, expressing to Wang that Caesar was just under too much pressure and had no intention of opposing Wang.

After the game, it's the dinner dance.

Wang stood up, came to Xiao Yu, and bowed to him: "Princess who came from afar, do I have the honor to invite you to dance the opening dance?"

Xiao Yu looked panic-stricken.

Wushe pushed him, Xiaoyu hurriedly stretched out her hand.

Wang held Xiaoyu's hand, feeling a little strange, and couldn't help frowning, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

I looked nervous and wanted to laugh.

Wang took Xiao Yu down to dance the opening dance, and the people made way for an open space.

"That king is very difficult to deal with at first glance," I whispered to Wushe, "Judging from his expression, he seems to have a problem with Xiao Yu's hands."

Wushe snorted coldly: "My target is not him."

I was surprised: "Who is that?"

Wushe said, "It's the one named Xize."

I was even more confused: "But, you already ran away in anger?"

Wu She said: "That kind of dandy who looks pampered at first glance, the more you support him, the more energetic he will be, it's better to kill his vigor."

I thought about it, and yes, in this way, Nishizawa probably will never forget Xiaoyu for the rest of his life.

Wushe said: "Just wait, there is another good show tonight."

I couldn't help but look at the emotion expert Wu's amnesty with admiration.