On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

The hell of the floating country is vast, and it is even rarer to be a wise king on a pilgrimage. Under the rule of the country, the country is full of life.

However, everyone knows that His Majesty and Prince Shuo's mansion are in trouble now, not because of anything else, but because of the prosperous beauty who suddenly appeared half a year ago.

How beautiful is this beauty?

No one has seen it before, they just need to be clear that His Majesty, King Shuo, and Tai Tuo, the three best men in Fuguo, are all servants of that beauty.

Although the weather was warm in early summer, it was not stuffy. A man with loose black hair was reclining on the imperial concubine's couch, shaking a cattail fan in his hand.

There are willows by the lakeside, the willow branches poke into the gazebo, and scratch the man's cheeks that are reddish from sleeping.

"Hmm..." The man moaned softly, with an indescribably lazy charm.

The footsteps of "da da" came from far to near, and the man in bright yellow stood still in front of the sleeping man, stretched out his hand, and stopped above his slightly fluttering eyelashes.

The eyelashes moved, and then lifted, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with a little tiredness.

"Is there something wrong?" The man's voice seemed to be the same as before, but there was a little difference, as in his bearing.

Duan Hong... No, Duan Hongzhi pursed his lips, thinking that if he hadn't been in an illusion, he and Taoist Ziran wouldn't be in harmony now.

That's right, not long ago, he also recovered his memory.

Wei Qing blinked, sat up from the imperial concubine's couch and stretched, but his movements were not very elegant, but he did them very elegantly.

Duan Hongzhi felt that perhaps because he had lived here for a long time, this man had gradually acquired some worldly sentiments, but they all knew that they couldn't stay here forever.

Except for one person, still immersed in the dream and unable to extricate himself.

"Zhong... Li is still making trouble outside." Thinking of what his old friend did in this illusion, Duan Hongzhi couldn't help laughing.

Before he recovered his memory, Shuo Wang Zhongli was indeed the biggest stumbling block for him to consolidate his royal power, but now...

What is the throne?It was just a small game of playing house in this illusion, he didn't pay attention to it, so what King Shuo did was meaningless.

"If I don't let you go back, I'm afraid he will never stop." Duan Hongzhi looked at the man when he said this, and he had to say that this Taoist gentleman is really attractive.

His calm friend almost turned the whole Fuguo upside down. If he hadn't been protected by the national teacher, he might not be as leisurely as he is now.

Speaking of the national teachers, when they think of the five of them falling into the illusion, only senior Shen Feng retains part of their cultivation, but looking at them, they have all become ordinary people.

But if it wasn't for the high level of cultivation of the seniors, I am afraid that they will be trapped in this illusion for the rest of their lives - losing their memory and cultivation, they are no different from ordinary people.

So I couldn't resist the temptation of power, money, beauties, and love in this world, and then I was addicted to it, and refused to wake up again.

Duan Hongzhi couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this. As expected of the fairy's handwriting, now he only hopes that Zhong Lisuo will wake up early so that the five of them can go out.

Wei Qing lowered her eyes slightly after hearing the man's words, her thoughts turned a lot, and finally said: "Is he still not giving up?"

Shen Feng didn't find any of Zhong Wu's memories, so he couldn't wake him up through scattered memory fragments. Now there is only one way - to make his heart die, and he has no attachment to this illusory world.

"As long as he thinks you still love him, then he will never die." The sound of jingling and ringing beads collided, and a beauty in red sat behind Wei Qing, leaning on his back.

Yun Chuyi touched the jasper ring on his wrist, and his face was beaming: "I never thought that mortal things are quite beautiful. I said Qinger, why don't you think of a way to make him give up."

Yun Chuyi's identity in the illusion is the princess of Fuguo, in other words, the elder sister of Emperor Duan Hong. She should have been called "Duan Chuyi", but now that she has recovered her memory, it doesn't have to be so.

It just so happened that Yun Chuyi recovered his memory not because he obtained memory fragments, but because a man, a scumbag, came back to life after dying.

Yun Chuyi used to love that man so much, to the point of death, but now he is so indifferent.

At the moment when her heart-dead memory came back to life, Yun Chuyi, the former No. [-] female cultivator in the cultivation world, made a strong comeback, and all the scumbags left her feelings aside, and happened to meet Shen Feng and others who came to restore her memory, thus saving a lot of trouble.

Now it's all about Zhong Lisuo alone, if he can't wake up, the five of them don't want to go out.

But it's strange to say that Zhong Lisuo is so powerful, how could it be possible that he couldn't find any fragments of his memory?

Wei Qing was silent, and began to think about the feasibility of Yun Chuyi's proposal, but when he thought that Ah Wu would be very sad because of this, he was a little bit ruthless.

Although this place is just an illusion, after all, he has known each other and loved each other for such a long time, how could he have no feelings.

Besides, even in the real world, his feelings for Zhong Wu...

Wei Qing heaved a long sigh, but still made a decision.

An official sedan chair was approaching on the long palace road, it was very grand, and everyone with seniority in the palace hurriedly avoided it and let out of the way.

Zhong Li sat in the sedan chair with his head propped up to doze off, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was full of impatience.

The sedan chair stopped suddenly, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, skipped over the restless bearers and looked at the crippled man in official uniform in front of him, frowning even more tightly.

Guan Sang stood on the spot neither humble nor overbearing, staring at the people in the sedan chair, his expression hesitated and changed, and finally he became firm.

"Zhongli, maybe we are not enemies now," he said.

Zhongli raised his eyebrows, besides the national teacher who can point spells, who else can be regarded as his enemy in Fuguo now?

But it's good that this stupid thing doesn't bother him.

Thinking of this, Zhongli put down the curtain of the sedan chair and asked the bearer to go on. Guan Sang stood still for a while but still followed.

Now King Shuo is so powerful that no one dares to stop him from rushing all the way to the emperor's bedroom.

When they got outside the bedroom, the imperial guards saw that King Shuo and the Taifu were coming, so they let them in without daring to stop them.

Zhong Li stared, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, it's not like he had never broken into the palace before, there was nothing he couldn't do for that man, but this time he didn't feel any hindrance.

The barrier that originally shrouded the emperor's bedroom was removed by that person.

Zhongli was silent for a while before he walked in neatly, while Guan Sang hesitated for a while and went in with the man.

The emperor's bedroom is very large, sophisticated and elegant, low-key and graceful, and there are many pavilions and small courtyards, which seem to have been newly built.

As for whom it is built for, it is self-evident, so Zhongli's face became even more gloomy.

After walking two steps inside, the two men with sharp ears heard laughter coming from inside, with a hint of eroticism.

"Don't... don't touch this place!" A hoarse voice suddenly rose, as if begging for mercy.

At the same time, another low-pitched, laughing male voice sounded, accompanied by some "foul language" that made fun between lovers.

Guan Sang suddenly felt a chill in his body, and when he turned his head to look, he saw the complexion of the person walking with him as if he wanted to choose someone to kill.

With a gloomy face, Zhong Li walked towards the gazebo step by step, the movement in the pavilion was covered by the veil lifted by the wind, but two entangled figures could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, the man's eyes were red, and the long sword was pulled out from his waist, like a Rakshasa.

Holding the man in his arms, Duan Hongzhi dodged the blow from the sword, feeling lingering in fear.

At that moment just now, he could feel the man's killing intent, which was obvious and extreme. He believed that as long as he slowed down a bit, he would definitely die.

Crazy, crazy, don't even care about the people in his arms

"What do you mean by Zhongli?" Although everything in the illusion was just a play to him, he still had to make enough of this play.

So a generation of emperors stood up with a gloomy face, holding the "shy" beauty in his arms, and questioned his disloyal courtier and disrespectful younger brother.

Zhong Li withdrew his sword, the blade of the sword made a knocking sound when it was sheathed, it made people tremble.

No matter how I told myself that the man was taken away by this shameless and stupid king, the scene in front of me clearly slapped him in the face!

How can his people snuggle in other people's arms and look at others with eyes that should only look at him!

Maybe he calmed down after being overly stimulated, Zhongli took a deep breath and exhaled, a point that he didn't understand at first or that he deliberately ignored popped up.

His palace is heavily guarded, even if the national teacher comes to take people captive, he may not be able to escape without any disturbance, and all these can only explain one point - his wife and his elder brother left with others voluntarily.

Thinking of this layer of Zhongli's anger became even more intense, and there was a familiar feeling of disappointment and anger caused by being betrayed and abandoned.

But now he can only suppress his anger, he can't scare his little wife who might turn around.

So the man who had a much better temper than before stretched out his hand, with his clean palm facing up, smiling and inviting to his brother who was nestled in someone else's arms.

"Qing'er, come back with me."

Wei Qing lowered his eyes, deliberately retracted into Duan Hongzhi's arms, and buried his head in his neck.

Since he couldn't say anything decisive and harsh, he could only use this kind of action to make the other party's heart die.

Zhong Wu can only die, only when he is disappointed with him in the illusion, and he no longer loves this kind of "happiness" can they go out.

Going out is too important, so important that Wei Qing even put his task aside.

Originally, Wei Qing thought that Zhongli should wake up because he was so "sexy" and "ruthless", but he didn't expect that there was no movement here for a long time.

Duan Hongzhi's face also showed a little bit of sweat, although this person didn't look at him, the killing intent cannot be ignored!

So he couldn't hold back, and moved his finger on the man's waist, and poked it.

Wei Qing's waist softened immediately, and he almost couldn't stand still, that was his itchy flesh!

After glaring at the "useless" certain emperor, Wei Qing stood up straight and looked at the man, startled by his red and bloodshot eyes.

It's not fear, but distress, but he can only grit his teeth and be firm.

"What are you doing here?" He obviously still had a handsome and gentle appearance, but the words he said were cold and displeased.

Zhong Li's eyes, which were staring at the man closely, finally moved, and then narrowed slightly, with a very flirtatious charm, which made Wei Qing feel that way.

He was convinced by his apprentice's face, so he couldn't stand it.

"Go back with me."

That good-looking person had only one sentence from the beginning to the end, and only the slightly clenched hands that hung down revealed a little bit of real emotion.

The author has something to say:

There is probably a fantasy content tomorrow and it will return to the normal plot