Jin Chao looked at the carving of the terrifying monster in a daze, and replied nonchalantly, "What? Oh good. ”

The crowd followed the carvings on the pillars until they came to the heavy door between the two pillars on the left and right, and the two "door gods" respectfully pushed open the gate.

In the huge meeting hall, the entire wall is filled with mirrors, and the mirrors on the left and right sides reflect each other, forming an infinite maze of mirrors.

In the middle is a crimson carpet, and in front of it is the king's throne.

At that time, mirrors made of glass were high-priced items, and the production process was very costly and labor-intensive, and the value of so many mirrors was really incalculable.

Mirrors can reflect human figures, and their mysteries make them appear in many horrors.

Usually when the heroine looks in the mirror, there must be something terrible standing behind her, which is a fixed pattern for cutting into the story.

"Let's go......" Sihe said in a normal tone, stepping into the mirror maze.

Tsuna's efforts not to make too embarrassing noises were made, although Judith was pushing her behind her, barely letting her step along.

However, Judith also looked dumbfounded, and even Lei Qi couldn't help but hold her glasses and almost looked around.

Jin Chao did not forget to keep the agreement with Xihe, so he desperately pretended to be calm and walked forward.

On the other end of the crimson carpet, there were three figures waiting for them, which piqued her curiosity.

Sihe casually matched her steps, allowing the two of them to come to the throne at the same time, with Lu Anli behind them, and then Muzi, Judith, and Lei Gong standing side by side.

Yasuo didn't show up, but he was definitely hiding somewhere to observe the situation.

"You're here, Sikh." An elderly man staggered to his throne, he was the king...... Wendree.

Imitating Sihe, she bowed her head deeply, but she made a mistake in her eyesight, and saluted the virtual image in the mirror that had been reflected several times.

Thankfully, Sihy gently tugged at the hem of her skirt and corrected her direction.

Although Wenderui stood on a higher position, he was a little hunchbacked, and even if he stood up, he was not majestic.

He was dressed in a luxurious garment sewn from thick fabric, but he did not look majestic, perhaps because of the cowardice in his deep blue eyes.

It could also be because of the other old man standing next to the throne, and the sense of oppression he exuded was too strong.

The old man was bent very badly at the waist and was still on a thick wooden cane. But the eyes under one side of the glasses are like lightning in winter.

Retracting his sharp gaze that almost saw through people, he should be Shi Bo, supporting the crumbling royal prime minister.

There was another strange figure next to the throne, the black turban almost covering his eyes, and he was excited to guess the identity of the other party.

"Alright, look up! You have come from afar. Wendre didn't know what was going on in his mind, and smiled softly at them.

"The king is really serious, and it is a great honor to be favored by His Excellency the Prime Minister, and the ministers and other ministers, perhaps you have agreed to reduce our taxes for next year."

It's no wonder that Sihe's reply is a bit pretentious, this is the palace after all, and the person he is facing is the king.

However, not only his straightforward request, but also his subdued and unambiguous tone, and his deliberately flattering smile, all surprised Jinchao.

That's like the unscrupulous acting officers that Sikh himself hates the most.

Jinchao turned his head to look at Xihe, and Xihe also glanced at her.

The corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness, but his gaze immediately returned to Wen Derui, and his eyes became flattering and cunning again.

Under Sich's gaze, Wenderey placed his hand on his heart. Trembling when he spoke, "You're still so cheeky......"