Calamity Crown

"He perfectly inherited his elder brother's side. He gave me the best things he could think of, even the royal family treasures. Even the original imperial brother didn't treat me as well as he did!"

Zhao Dingsi shook his head.

Goethe was surprised.

"then you?"

"He is sucking the luck of Daqian, and at the same time, he is waiting for me to mature."

Zhao Dingsi's eyes were cold.

Inhaling luck, Goethe understood.

The secret realm in front of me seems to be a bit particular about this.

If you are lucky, let’s not say that all wishes come true.

That was smooth sailing, too.

It is a blessing.

The more luck you have, the better it will be.

As long as it is not backlashed.

And wait to mature?

Goethe immediately felt the perverted familiarity in the 'club' come back.

When he was in the "club" in his hometown, the magician kept staring at him, helped him several times, and let him escape from death several times, but he muttered "the fruit is too astringent, hurry up and ripen".

That voice, Goethe still remembers.

He, who is habitually exposed to perverts, can't stand it.

Especially that look, it really made him sick.

"It's not what I think it is, is it?"

Goethe asked.

"Just as you think."

Zhao Dingsi is very sure.

"Really, didn't you see anyone eating?"

Goethe rolled his eyes.

"You asked."

Zhao Dingsi twitched his lips angrily.

Goethe said nothing.

Apparently he was the one who asked first.

Well, he was at a loss this time.

Forget it, don't care about women.

Thinking this way, Goethe snatched the mutton from Zhao Dingsi's fast food again.

This lamb is really good.

Tender do not say.

There is no mutton smell at all.

After dipping in the small ingredients, the taste is absolutely amazing.

"Then what are you going to do - kill the emperor, you don't want me to break into the palace alone, and then kill him with a knife in your hand, and then use his blood on the wall, leaving a book for the murderer. Shengyi, will you come out swaggeringly in the end?"

Goethe asked again.

"Can't you?"

Zhao Dingsi blinked, the amorous feelings overflowed again.

Goethe didn't even look at it, but just called cook.

"Master, hey, master, wake up.

Then cut a plate of meat, and ask for the fat and thin ones. "

While talking, Goethe re-adjusted the ingredients.

Hot-boiled mutton, if it tastes better, you need more dipping sauce.

Just like talking about things.

Be patient and you can never go wrong.

Especially if you seem to have the initiative, don't rush.

Whether this initiative is real or apparent.

We all have to hold on.

As for going to the palace?

Forget it.

Without being [-]% sure, Goethe refused to go anywhere closely related to the 'Mad King'.

Who knows what's in there?

Just in case.

That's the boat capsized in the gutter.

Zhao Dingsi watched Goethe eating and drinking without opening his mouth, and snorted softly.

"I won't let you go to the palace, he will definitely come on the second day of February."

"Because Yan Zhongxia is here?"

Goethe asked.

Although it is an interrogative sentence, Goethe is quite sure.

The relationship between Yan Zhongxia and Zhao Dingsi seems a bit complicated, not like the lovers in the rumors, but the current Qianhuang definitely doesn't know, with the mentality that the other party treats Zhao Dingsi as a confinement, he will definitely kill Yan Zhongxia.

And he just revealed his identity.

The emperor will definitely come.

Goethe knew.

Zhao Dingsi knew better.

In other words, this itself was her plan.

However, it was slightly changed.

She originally wanted to arrange it herself.

Now, there is an extra helper like Goethe.

"Well, because you are here."

Zhao Dingsi replied.

With that said, there was a smile on his face.

That kind of shallow, shy girlish smile.

"Nice to have you."

Zhao Dingsi said softly.

Goethe laughed too.

"Yeah, come on, let's talk."

"Talk about what?"

Zhao Dingsi started to play dumb.

"You won't kill me for a meal of mutton, will you?"

"Of course, don't expect you to be able to catch up with yourself."

"Let's get real."

As Goethe said, he rubbed his middle finger and index finger with his thumb.

"Hmph, catch up with me?"

"You think beautiful."

"[Treasure cards], secret techniques, gold and silver treasures, and official positions are your choice."

"Even if you want everything that 'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai once had, I can give it to you."

After Zhao Dingsi snorted coldly, he said directly.

"[Treasure card], secret technique."

Goethe chose two.

"How much?"

Zhao Dingsi showed off his arrogance as the eldest princess, and he was not afraid of Goethe's lion opening his mouth at all.

"how much do you have?"

"I'll have as much as you want."

Zhao Dingsi's answer was a straightforward one.

【Treasure Card】Is it precious?

precious!

However, if you want to use [treasure card], you have to pass the trial.

Moreover, the cost of each use is unbearable.

Goethe was willing to ask for [Baoka], so Zhao Dingsi dared to give it.

Because, in Zhao Dingsi's view, this is a matter of courting death.

Goethe's lifespan is exhausted, so the 【Bao Card】isn't still hers?

As for the secret technique?

The requirements of each secret technique are different. Some require talent, some need time, and some need both talent and time. If you can use the secret technique to tie Goethe in front of you, Zhao Dingsi is more than happy.

Zhao Dingsi was not afraid that Goethe would not speak.

The fear is that Goethe has nothing to desire.

As long as there is, she has a way.

And Goethe's "property" made Zhao Dingsi and others have a good impression of him. Even those who were violent at that frequency felt that Goethe was a good person.

Unfortunately, there is no taste.

"What about it?"

Goethe asked again.

The deal and the bargaining chips are all negotiated.

Naturally, we need to talk about the process.

Zhao Dingsi became serious again.

"I can't tell you the specifics now. He has some supernatural powers. If I tell you now, if you are prepared, he will have a reaction. He can only adapt to the situation."

"Oh?"

"That malice, killing intent?"

Goethe frowned.

If even this is restricted, then you have to plan again.