The servants on the side heard the slightly coquettish words of Ji Xian, and they all hid their faces and snickered, that is, Mo Qinghe did not have any expression on his face, and Ji Xian seemed to feel that his face was dull, and he was angry with the servants standing in the hall.

"Laugh at what! Get out of here! ”

When the servants saw that the king was suddenly angry, they all bowed their heads and retreated in a hurry.

Seeing that there was no one in the hall, Ji Xin stood up again, and slowly walked towards Jimo Qinghe, before his hand touched him, Jimo Qinghe suddenly took a step back.

"I only learn three points."

Ji Mo Qinghe's eyes were cold.

"What did you say!"

The salary retracted and smiled and whispered.

"This face is well done, Shuoge's can change his appearance at most, but you can make your expression lifelike."

Jimo Qinghe suddenly pulled out the soft sword at his waist and pressed it against Ji Xin's neck.

"Who are you?"

Ji Xin's expression changed greatly, but there were two applause from the side of the hall.

"The peerless prince is really clear-eyed, presumably even if he doesn't have that worry-relieving Gu, this will be seen through by you sooner or later."

Yuan Shui slowly walked out of the side room.

"Where is the king?"

The soft sword in Jimo Qinghe's hand was slightly forced, and it grazed the neck of the man in front of him, oozing traces of blood.

"Wushuang Gongzi has to be careful, if you work harder, the king will really die......"

Yuan Shui covered her mouth and said with a smile.

The fake salary suddenly turned pale and looked at Yuan Shui.

"You told me you wouldn't hurt her life!"

As soon as Mo Qinghe retracted his sword momentum, he grabbed it with his left hand, and the fake face was torn off, and Zhao Wen's face was revealed.

"It's you."

Jimo Qinghe's tone was obvious disgust, and Zhao Wen stroked his face, with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to, you forced it, you forced me!"

Jimo Qinghe's sword once again landed on Zhao Wen's neck.

"Tell me where she is."

A mockery flashed in Yuan Shui's eyes.

"She doesn't know if you killed her, but I'm curious, what kind of extent is the unparalleled son who is willing to plant a worry-relieving Gu for the person he likes?"

"Worry Relief Gu?"

Zhao Wen, who was in a trance, repeated.

"If it weren't for a small attempt on the king's body, I wouldn't know that someone in the world really planted such a Gu, so that the peerless prince could bear physical harm instead of himself, it seems that this Haotian Supreme is also very ruthless."

Yuan Shui laughed coquettishly.

Jimo Qinghe didn't react, he slowly put down the sword.

"Knowing the Anxiety Relief Gu, and making the disguise technique so realistic, your master is related to the Witch Doctor Clan."

He didn't ask a question, but said firmly.

Yuan Shui was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again.

"Wushuang Gongzi really likes to joke, why don't we make a deal, since you come back with troops, you know that the king is in our hands, now you can go out and tell everyone that the current king is fake, but once the news spreads, the king will die, and as soon as the king dies, there will be a new king on the throne."

Ji Mo Qing and sideways seemed to be a little interested.

"What are you trading with me?"

"Give us the throne, and we'll let you fly away with your salary, how about it?"

Yuan Shui looked at Jimo Qinghe and continued without speaking.

"Since you like her, it is better to have a couple for the rest of your life than to be a monarch and a minister?"

Ji Moqing and his eyebrows showed a meaningful smile.

"Why do you think that I, Jimo Qinghe, will be threatened by you?"

Before Yuan Shui could react, he turned around and knocked Yuan Shui unconscious with a knife, and Zhao Wen retreated in a panic.

"Yidong!"

As early as the time when Jimo Qing and the book were transmitted, Yidong had already prepared everything, and at this time, dozens of dead soldiers appeared from the palace.

"Look at her,"

Ji Mo Qinghe said sharply.

"Let her stay here as a king, and she can't go anywhere, as for this person."

Jimo Qinghe looked at Yuan Shui.

"Let people peel off her face, find someone of similar shape, and walk around the palace every other hour, there must still be their internal response in the palace, don't show your feet."

Yidong looked at the woman lying on the ground.

"Yes."

"Wait."

Yidong thought that Gongzi had something else to order, so he hurriedly stopped.

"Sober peeling."

Jimo Qinghe's voice announcing the death penalty was cold and cruel, Yuan Shui had never seen him like this, although he was dressed in white, he was more feared than a demon.