Push open the door, and the candle flame is like a star.

Black iron cages hung down, and the arm-thick iron bars were lined with candles. The candles are lit and the wind is not blowing.

Directly in front of the rotunda, there stood a high platform and a throne, and a cloud of mist condensed but did not disperse, and only the hazy figures sitting cross-legged inside could be seen.

The posture is graceful, the curves are enchanting, and just looking at the shadow can make people miss it. But at this moment, Chen Xing didn't have the slightest idea, he was suffering from a huge torture, and his brain was about to collapse. The people in the mist were thinking about killing him or not to kill him, or how to kill him.

This extremely terrifying experience is difficult to describe in words, like walking on a single-plank bridge across the abyss, with a gust of wind and a line between life and death. He knew very well that if he accidentally said the wrong thing, he would die here, and it was a miserable kind.

Chen Xing closed the heavy wooden door, walked to the middle of the hall, and knelt down on one knee.

"See Her Majesty."

Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear. Cuilisi is a person who wants to be the emperor of the Red Kingdom, and calling her "Your Majesty" in advance is exactly what she likes. Of course, there is also a risk in this, according to the Eastern conspiracy academic saying - speculating on the holy will, the sin deserves death. However, Cuilisi is a native of the Western Continent, with a single mode of thinking, and likes to go straight, so she probably won't have any bad thoughts.

Sure enough, the stinging pain in the skull subsided.

"You are Chen Xing?" A clear sound came from the fog. The tone is arrogant, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted, and it is taken for granted.

"Yes, my Majesty." Chen Xing replied. The other party did not call him Chen Erliu, but his real name, and he was not surprised by this. It was too easy for a king-level powerhouse in a high position to check his information.

As soon as the words fell, the shadow on the high platform suddenly rose several feet high, as if a yin wind was blowing, and the candle flame shook wildly. Chen Xing only felt that thousands of silver needles exploded on his scalp, and the pain was so painful that he almost rolled around with his head in his hands.

Nima!

He cursed in his heart, completely unaware of what he had said wrong. He only said a total of eight words, six of which were nouns, how could he make the other party have such a big killing intent?

In the next second, the wind was calm, and the killing intent was completely gone.

Nima, is it neurotic!

Shocked, Chen Xing was unhappy. But if he is unhappy, he will never dare to show the slightest unpleasantness.

"Why did you make up your mind that I would come to your rescue?" The voice in the fog asked.

The scalp started to hurt again.

"Because ......" Chen Xing quickly thought about the appropriate wording, he couldn't say that he came back through time and space, and he had a prescient vision, right? A flash of light crossed his mind, and he continued, "The Queen is the embodiment of justice! ”

When he said this, he only felt that his teeth were sore, and they were sour to the bones.

"Oh?"

"The embodiment of justice?"

"Hehe~"

A flirtatious laugh came from the fog. Obviously, Trilith is happy now, so he's safe. But before the heart could be put down, the hall was full of wind and candles.

"Are you mocking me!"

The voice became low and gloomy, as if it was full of suppressed anger, and a volcano would erupt at any moment.

Chen Xing's feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground and begged for mercy. But his sense of danger told him that if he did, he would be left with no bones in the next second. Immediately restrain your mind, meditate on all kinds of chicken soup for the soul and life insights, and resist the murderous aura that is so strong that it is almost suffocating.

"The Queen's justice is justice."

He said calmly.

The wind stopped, and the candle flame burned.

Although it was safe for the time being, Chen Xing did not dare to slack off, hanging half of his heart, ready to deal with the sudden catastrophe at any time.

"You're smart."

"But ......"

The scalp started to tingle again.

"I hate smart men."

"So ......"

Chen Xing's skull hurt so much that he would definitely die if he continued like this, so he immediately made a decision and asked first, "So you want to kill me?" ”

He was taking a big gamble, and the stake was his own life. If Trilith was going to kill him, then he was going in the right direction. In this way, Trilith will make the opposite decision in order to show her cleverness.

After a long silence, the sound in the fog sounded again.

"Now the whole city is talking about it, saying that I have taken in a male pet."

"What do you think about that?"

Finally, the core question is asked.

Chen Xing pondered for a moment and replied, "The truth of the matter is not really important. ”

"So what's important?" The voice in the fog asked.

"It's important how many people are convinced." Chen Xing looked at the figure in the fog and said slowly, "In our hometown, there is such a story......

Then, he told the other party the story of Zhao Gao's reference to Qin II for a deer as a horse. Roughly speaking, it means to establish one's majesty with something that seems ridiculous.

In essence, Cuilisi was Zhao Gao, who intended to usurp the throne, and Qin II was the old king. However, this Zhao Gao is the invincible version, and Qin II is the sunset Xishan version, and it is clear who will kill the deer at a glance.

"Your story is instructive." The voice in the fog said. As a person from the red clay world, I naturally haven't heard allusions on the earth, so it's very fresh.

"Thank you, Queen." Chen Xing said.

"But I still want to kill you."

The last sentence is still a compliment, and the next sentence is not said by a person. Chen Xing secretly scolded in his heart, but he said, "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." ”

"Then you kill yourself."

The voice in the fog is relaxed and casual, as if talking about a trivial matter.

Chen Xing was caught off guard, his face changed sharply, he hesitated for a few seconds, turned his heart sideways, and pulled out the cleaving knife that the black old monster gave him.

The cold light of the blade shimmered, reflecting the dancing candle flame.

"I'm just a small person, and it's not a pity to die, but if I die, people all over the world will think that Your Majesty is afraid." After speaking, he grabbed the knife and stabbed it at his throat, silently saying in his heart, "Don't, don't take it seriously!" ”

When the blade was still a few centimeters away from his throat, Chen Xing's movements suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the knife hung in the air, unable to move an inch.

A toned body, in leather clothes and leather pants, hot and hot, with slender and powerful hands grabbing his wrists, preventing his self-determination.

"I know your sincerity, go back."

The voice in the fog was cold and arrogant, without the slightest emotion.

"Thank you, Queen." Chen Xing said, then got up to leave. The action is steady, not hurried or slow.

Outside the Hall of Thousand Candles, Abel sent Chen Xing to the carriage. The groom snapped, and the horses took small steps and walked slowly. After more than ten or twenty minutes, I walked out of the palace complex along the garden path.

"Hoo ......"

Watching the gate of the palace in the back gradually move away, Chen Xing exhaled a long breath. It was only then that he realized that his entire back was soaked in cold sweat. He is not a person who is afraid of death, but it is too humble to die like this.