When he heard that the king was going to take her to meet someone, Zhan Xingshen vaguely guessed who that person was.

Li Muchen.

Except for Li Muchen, who fled south with her, who else could there be?

This is a small courtyard in a mountain village.

Small mountain village, small yard.

This small mountain village is less than 20 kilometers away from Qingshan City, and less than 100 villagers have lived here for many generations.

However, these courtyards, which had long been abandoned, were not immediately demolished.

Now there are dozens of families living in it, but most of them come to Qingshan from other places to work.

Everyone is a foreigner who doesn't know anyone, and of course they don't care who lives in this small courtyard in the southernmost part of the village.

Zhan Xingshen, who bowed his head and was silent, followed Yang Xiao to the dilapidated courtyard gate before he looked up at the surrounding environment.

The gravel paved roads are winding and narrow, and the scattered houses are all made of stones, varying in height.

Most people's walls are covered with grass.

Not to mention, the rubble courtyard wall is overgrown with wild grass, adding a touch of green vitality to this small mountain village, which is mainly blue-gray.

It's just that Li Muchen, who is locked up in this small courtyard, still has any life?

Yes.

After Zhan Xingshen walked into this low room, he saw Li Muchen alive at a glance.

She was wearing a dark tracksuit, black running, no, it should be running shoes, the clothes were not like the one thrown away by Zhanxingshen, ragged and pitiful.

It seems that she did not choose to burrow into the ravine when she ran north.

It's just that her condition should be worse than that of Zhanxingshen.

When Zhan Xingshen slowly walked in, she was lying on the edge of the bed, her head hanging down at the ground.

As if she hadn't heard the heavy sound of the door opening, she didn't move.

If it weren't for her heavy breathing, Zhan Xingshen would have suspected that she was dead.

Li Muchen was not chained, she was free.

It is said that when the king went to chase after Zhan Xingshen, she should take the opportunity to escape.

She didn't run away, but obediently lay on the bed and waited, which proved that she should have been manipulated by Yang Xiao.

Not to mention escaping, it is estimated that he does not even have the strength to commit suicide.

As if deliberately verifying Zhanxingshen's judgment, Li Muchen, who was lying on his stomach, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a hoarse vomiting sound.

It's going to be vomiting.

When Zhan Xingshen subconsciously retreated, Yang Xiao's faint voice came from behind: "She has already vomited to the point where she can vomit." But every once in a while, she would still come and retch. It's a nasty sound. ”

Maybe it was retching that gave Li Muchen strength and made her struggle to raise her head.

After seeing Li Muchen's face, Zhan Xingshen was suddenly stunned.

Is this still Li Muchen?

Think about the past - don't think about the year, let's just say that on the afternoon of the 10th, Li Muchen, who is the CEO of Chengda Group, what a temperamental and personable urban girl she is?

There is no need for too many modifiers, just let Li Muchen put on a milky white suit, coil his hair behind his head, and put on a black-framed flat big glasses, this is the sexy grandmother among countless men's crookedness.

Among the four goddesses who sat down in King Xuanyuan, except for Zhanxingshen's slightly thin figure, the other three were all sexy and plump.

Especially the flower night god is the most.

But Zhan Xingshen believes that in time, Li Muchen, who is one year younger than her, will really grow his figure, and he will not be inferior to Hua Yeshen.

But now, if it weren't for the fact that she had grown up since childhood, and the relationship between the two of the four goddesses was also the best, and she could be called a confidant of herself, then Zhanxing God would never dare to recognize this wrinkled elderly woman, it was Li Muchen!

Can you imagine what it would be like to have a sexy and slender body combined with a wrinkled old face?

If this face is just old, the key is that it is still very ugly.

Uncanny!

The weird meaning is that this visual face should be about seventy years old, in addition to having a sexy body, there are also a pair of youthful eyes.

No matter how much Li Muchen's appearance changes, it can't change her actual age.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

As young as your heart is, your eyes are as young as you are.

Even the shape of Li Muchen's eyes has become triangular eyes stacked with wrinkles.

Li Muchen, who raised his head, was also stunned when he saw Zhan Xingshen.

Then, the young triangular eyes revealed the meaning of "sure enough".

After she was caught by the king first, she knew that Zhan Xingshen couldn't escape.

Facts proved that she was not wrong, and after a thick fear and sadness appeared in her eyes, Li Muchen opened her mouth, forced a smile and said, "Xingshen, you, you are still here." ”

Her voice was as old as her face.

But the hand she put on her mouth was so white that people wanted to kiss it.

When Zhan Xingshen closed his eyes in pain, he listened to the king standing at the door behind him, and said slowly: "Beauty is twilight." ”

What beauty twilight?

When this question came to Zhanxingshen's mind, he immediately woke up.

Beauty is a kind of poison.

Like the 100-day couple, the pink beauty, and the walking dead, they were all developed by the king himself.

But it was used on the three goddesses, and the effect was very good.

Especially this beauty in the twilight, it is simply as poisonous as its name.

"Mu Chen."

Zhan Xingshen let out a low cry of pain, slowly knelt on one knee, and reached out to hold her in his arms.

The tears that she mistakenly thought should have dried up a long time ago gushed out again and dripped on Li Muchen's hands.

Li Muchen's body trembled slightly, let out a low nasal sound of whimpering, and slowly raised his right hand and put it to his mouth.

She was savoring the tears.

The taste of tears is bitter.

Tears of pain, more bitter.

But Li Muchen has no chance now, and he is in tears.

Because of the poison of the beauty's twilight, it hurt her tear ducts.

Even if she wept sadly, no tears would wells up.

Modern people know that tears are the greatest weapon to protect the eyes.

When dust or small flying insects fly into the eyes, tears will gush out of the tear glands to protect the owner and clean the eyes.

If there are no tears, the eyeballs will be dry, and after opening them for a long time, they will be covered with blood-red streaks and will be painful.

Looking at the two sisters who were hugging their heads and crying, Yang Xiao didn't think so, and sneered: "Hehe, do you think that I am ruthless?" ”

"King, king, do you have affection?"

Li Muchen used all his strength to raise his head suddenly, his eyes full of large areas of sadness.

There is also undisguised resentment.

"Muchen, how can you talk to the king like this?"

Without waiting for Yang Xiao's reaction, Zhan Xingshen took the lead in reprimanding.

Raising his hand, he hugged her in his arms, looked back at Yang Xiao with a cold face, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive Mu Chen for his rudeness." ”

Among the four goddesses under the Xuanyuan Throne, the moon god who has been assassinated by Xie Qing is the oldest, almost forty.

The god of the night is second, and it is the time when the young woman is in the prime of her life.

Zhanxingshen ranked third, seven months older than Li Muchen, whose body was much plumper than her.

But it was these seven months that allowed Zhan Xingshen to take care of her as his own sister.

Just like the god of flowers and nights did to her.

may be because of age, Zhanxingshen and Li Muchen are closer.

This is also the reason why Zhanxing God can ruthlessly plot to treat her almost as a daughter, but when Li Muchen instigated her to rebel, he hesitated for a long time and finally agreed, so he fell to the current situation, but still took care of her, right?

"You're right, I'm ruthless."

Yang Xiao ignored what Zhan Xingshen said, and just looked at Li Muchen: "But since you already knew that I was ruthless, then you still dare to betray me." ”

"I, the Star God, have not betrayed you."

Li Muchen didn't know where the strength came from, so he actually broke out of Zhanxingshen's arms, and sat up tremblingly: "Our sisters have always been loyal to you, the king. We want to rebel against Sister God, just because we are unwilling to be exploited by the bloodsuckers outside of you. ”

Seeing that her excited body was trembling, and wanted to stop her Zhanxing God, she sighed slightly in her heart and retracted her hand.

Yang Xiao didn't speak, just looked at her coldly.

Li Muchen's voice was very difficult to listen to, and it was also very laborious.

But she still finished everything she wanted to say.

The gist is that if the king had not "died" off the coast of the three islands, they would have been exploited by the Presbyterian Church.

But the king is gone, why should those dead old men and old ladies still exploit them?

The wealth they have worked so hard to create is to be contributed to the great King Xuanyuan, not to that group of people.

But that group of people doesn't care whether King Xuanyuan is dead or not, anyway, they must be as before, they should be filial to those who should be honored, and not a penny is missing.

After a certain sword hanging over his head was gone, Li Muchen was of course unwilling to continue to be exploited, so he joined forces with Zhan Xingshen to resist.

"I think it's right for us to do that."

After saying so many words one after another, Li Muchen didn't even have the strength to sit, so he could only lean against the gray-black wall.

Open your mouth wide and breathe in big gulps.

It triggered the toxicity of the beauty in the twilight, and she began to retch.

Yang Xiao was not angry, and of course he would not be happy, he still looked as usual, and asked lightly: "Are you just unwilling to be exploited?" ”

"I-"

Li Muchen opened his mouth, only said one word, and then closed it.

"If you just don't want to be exploited, then you won't coerce the night god to rebel with you. He won't draw a big cake for her, saying that as long as the anti-Flame Valley succeeds, he may be able to find the antidote to Pretty Pink. ”

Yang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became gloomy: "Mu Chen, I think you should be very clear. It is possible to unravel the recipe for the poison of the night god, only in the Xuanyuan Temple. It's a forbidden place. Except for the Great Elders, only King Xuanyuan of the Liedai could enter. ”

"I-"

Li Muchen spit out the word again, trying to explain something, but found that it was in vain.

"You want to be the new King of Regulus. Hehe, the ideal is very high. ”

Yang Xiao sneered and continued: "Although you are the youngest of the four goddesses, you are the most scheming. Li Muchen, do you dare to swear in front of the star god that you will not send her to hell after the successful counterattack? ”

This time, Li Muchen couldn't say a word.

Only lying on the bed, trembling all over.

"What about you?"

Yang Xiao looked at Zhan Xingshen, his face full of ridicule: "After knowing that you are being used by a good sister who cares for you wholeheartedly, and even will be plotted, will you still treat her as a sister?" ”

After asking this question, without waiting for Zhan Xingshen to answer, Yang Xiao turned around and walked quickly into the north room.

The north house has been renovated and is furnished with furniture used by the original owner.

There's even a desktop computer.

Because there was no relocation, the official did not cut off the power and the network.

This is convenient for Yang Xiao, who just wants to quickly integrate into modern society.

The Internet is definitely the best medium for all-encompassing, including ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

Surfing the Internet when he has nothing to do has become a habit after Yang Xiao returns to China.