The man in front of him always looked smiling, as if no matter how much danger he encountered, he could easily resolve it.

However, he is indeed just a small spirit master in the early stage of foundation building, and in this world of the jungle, he is as small as an ant on the ground.

Chu Qi stared at him fixedly, looked at his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, half loud, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's good that your brain is broken." ”

The morning sun poured on the girl, so gentle that it was gilded with a soft gold, and Zishu Zero was a little distracted.

lowered his head, looked at her with interest, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a smile that could melt people: "The princess hopes that the minister's brain is broken, and the minister will be a courtier with a bad brain." ”

"......" Chu Qi was speechless, put away the smile on his face, and said seriously, "You really have something wrong with your brain, I don't care about you, there are still five cities to collect, look at the current situation of Winterfell, other cities are not much better, as the princess of Xuanwu Kingdom, I really can't bear to see these innocent people suffer unjustified disasters." ”

As he spoke, he was already running towards the central square.

Zishu Zero followed closely behind, and for a moment, he leaped into the air and disappeared for a moment.

Ethereal, silent, unnoticed.

When he arrived at the central square, Sauta also happened to arrive with a large group of people.

"The little yellow-haired girl dares to speak wildly." Sauta sat on an iron chair in the center of the square, playing with a black fan in his hand, the blade of which shone in the sunlight and shimmered with a scorching cold.

Chu Qi calmly glanced around his body, his brows furrowed slightly.

The central square, once a place for talent shows, has now become the purgatory of the Winterfell Trials, where blood flows through the cracks of the floor, and the iron flag is erected in three steps...... Plugged in the head.

Vultures gather on the rooftops, and from time to time spread their wings and land on the heads of these people to eat.

"You did it?" Chu Qi opened his mouth lightly, his eyes were cold, and he didn't look at Shaota, he only stared at the flag that was blowing in the wind and rain, and sneered, "It is said that Winterfell is a slave city, and you are the god here?" ”

"......Shhhh ”

With his actions, the guards with weapons also stepped forward, used their skills, shouted loudly, and attacked the weak Zishu Zero.

"With you, too?"

I saw a trace of coldness flash in Zishu Zero's eyes, and these people were all gone.

The overlord look at that moment made Chu Qi stunned for a moment, blocked the blade, and glanced back at him.

And this man, standing in the light, handed her a reassuring look.

"What are these two people coming from?" Shaota is confident that his blade can kill everyone below Bigu, and this yellow-haired girl who can't detect the slightest trace of cultivation can easily block it!!

What's even more terrifying is that the smiling man behind her, whose face has not changed from beginning to end, just stood still, and his elite guards were all screaming and disappearing.

Who the hell are they?

"When fighting, don't be distracted, do you think too highly of yourself, or do you look down on your opponent too much?"

Smelling the fragrance wafting by, the girl's soft hand grabbed him by the neck, and the force shook the iron chair to pieces, and Shaota was pressed to the ground.