Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

"..."

Rong Mo got goosebumps all over his body.

Xiu Jin's veins were twitching as he just stabbed this deadly trap.

"Haha, okay, okay... don't make trouble." Rong Mo pressed the little dragon that was moving around in his arms and laughed.

Langdon stared at Xiu Jin warily and tentatively moved closer to Rong Mo.

There were flames swaying in Xiaolong's eyes, and he was extremely angry, but he didn't spit fire and beat him whenever he disagreed with him as usual.

It was obvious that it didn't dare to do so because of his brother.

Then wouldn't he be relieved?

Langdon secretly laughed in his heart, one thing was better than another, but his brother was the most powerful.

He boldly came to Rong Mo, smiling like a fool, "Hey, brother, are you here to see me?"

Langdon looked at Rong Mo expectantly, expecting Rong Mo to nod and say yes.

Rong Mo couldn't stand the eager eyes and felt uncomfortable all over. He forced himself to nod his head to live up to Langdon's expectations.

"Yes, I came back to see you and do some errands."

Langdon was happy, smiling from ear to ear, and cast a proud look at Xiu Jin,

Xiu Jin was so angry that he struggled and Rong Mo almost lost his hold.

"whisper"

Wife, let me go and let me beat this guy up.

Xiu Jin swung his tail in protest.

Rong Mo hugged it tighter, knowing that Xiu Jin was petty. Rong Mo lowered his head and pressed it against the dragon's head, making the little dragon quiet for a moment.

Langdon also stood aside, his heart cracking in half...

Then, with a sad look on his face, he said, "Brother...I want to post it too."

"???" When Xiu Jin heard this, his eyes widened and his anger surged up again.

贴？

I'll stick it to you with a knife to see if it's you who's thick-faced, or whether it's his knife that's tougher.

"Ahem." Rong Mo coughed twice and refused with a smile, "This is against the rules."

In fact, this body is only a few years older than Langdon, and the stickers are nothing, but Rong Mo's mental age is already hundreds or thousands of years old.

He has been baptized by the wind and frost for a long time and is indifferent to the vicissitudes of life. Even if his body is small, his bones will reveal a maturity that does not match his age.

In other words, as the crown prince, he doesn't need to pretend to be lively, otherwise he will be exhausted.

Langdon was visibly disappointed and underestimated, "Brother doesn't like Langdon anymore, right..."

He wanted to help his brother when he became the tower master, but as a result, he became a tower master and acted like a coquettish brother, which was not in line with the rules.

Then he doesn’t want to be the tower master anymore…

Langdon stirred up his magic robe, his eyes growing sadder, and Rong Mo couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his head.

"Brother is still your brother, it's just not good for others to see."

As he spoke, Rong Mo glanced at a group of people eating melons.

Langdon looked up with sharp eyes. The dark magicians who were watching secretly immediately averted their eyes and ran away.

Unbelievable!

The tower owner actually acts coquettishly!

It simply refreshed their understanding of the tower owner.

"Okay, there's no one here now." Langdon said with a bright smile.

Rong Mo's mouth twitched slightly, but it was better not to discuss this topic.

"How is Imire doing lately?"

He asked about the son of luck who had been tricked by him into being homeless.

Hearing Yimi Lei's name, Langdon snorted in disgust, "After he came to the Magic Tower, he locked himself in his room all day long. I don't know his situation."

"..."

It seems that Imire is not having a good life here.

Also, black magicians instinctively hate things related to light, even if Imiree does not show the ability of a child of light.

The two are incompatible by blood, which is enough to make the black magicians here hate him.

This is probably why there are emotional descriptions about Yimi Lei and others in the original world line, but only a few words about Langdon.

"I'll go see him"

Langdon puffed up his face, feeling unhappy. One evil dragon was enough to compete with him, but he also needed multiple Imirei.

He didn't dare to stop Rong Mo, fearing that Rong Mo would be angry and not come back, so in the end he led Rong Mo the way in a low mood.

Yimi Lei's room is in the basement of the magic tower. The magic tower is already dark enough, and the place here is even more dark and damp, like a bottomless pit.

"You arranged for him to be here?" Rong Mo's eyebrows moved slightly.

Langdon glanced at Rong Mo guiltily and hesitated: "Yes...he chose this place by himself."

He didn't lie. When he brought Imire back, he would dump this burden on the black magician.

They took Yimi Lei to choose a room, and finally heard someone come to report that he had chosen to stay here.

Langdon didn't bother to pay attention to Imire, didn't care where he chose, and didn't ask any more questions.

The basement stairwell was in a state of disrepair, and it made a creaking sound when you stepped on it and could break at any time.

The further down you go, the more you feel the biting coldness.

This isn't a room, it's more like a dungeon.

Rong Mo frowned slightly and watched Langdon knock on an old wooden door.

"Zhiqua——"

The wooden door made a harsh sound and was slowly opened.

Yimi Lei's bloodless face came into view, and her blue pupils were no longer as transparent as the ocean, losing their vitality and becoming dull.

The moment I saw Rong Mo, I regained my energy.

Yimi Lei's nose felt sore and she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Mr. Mel..."

His voice was rough and hoarse. It feels dry for a long time, but not unpleasant.

Rong Mo looked at Yimi Lei up and down. The clothes he was wearing were still the ones he had escaped from, as the emperor's child.

No matter how much he was looked down upon, there were still people who cared for him.

Yimi Lei is a piece of trash who can't take care of herself. Her face is clean, but her clothes are already dirty.

Langdon frowned directly in front of Yimi Lei with a look of disgust.

With Xiujin here, it is impossible for Rongmo to treat Imire like before.

Otherwise, his butt will be ruined.

He just opened his lips and said lightly, "Your Highness has suffered."

Count as appeasement.

Clearly feeling Rong Mo's alienation, Yimi Lei felt a chill in her heart. She clasped her fingers tightly on the door frame, holding back the tears in her eyes.

In this basement where he couldn't even reach his fingertips, he cried countless times.

The long darkness made him lose control of time.

He couldn't tell the difference between day and night, but without exception, he was always waiting for Mr. Meyer's arrival.

He thought that when they saw each other again, Mr. Mel would hug him and comfort him as before.

But no…

It was just a faint inquiry, as if the two of them were strangers who had no contact with each other. They greeted each other casually and said nothing more.

Imire wanted to cry, but Langdon watched from the side. He stubbornly bit his lips to hold back his tears.

This is how Rong Mo intuitively felt Yimi Lei's growth.

It was also the first time that he saw stubbornness in Yimi Lei's eyes.

It turns out that this child is not spineless, but can also turn into a black man.

Rong Mo raised the corner of his lips and asked Langdon to ask someone to clean up Imire.

He turned around and went to Langdon's study to wait.

About an hour later, Yimi Lei stood in front of him with a new look.

The young man lowered his head, his golden hair shining under the light, and he had a melancholy temperament of a down-and-out noble when he was silent.

Rong Mo sat on the small sofa and waved to Yimi Lei. He saw that Yimi Lei always wore a mask, and it was the same today.

Langdon came to him one step ahead of Imire.

Yimi Lei was pushed to the back, and she just grabbed her sleeves like a doormat, not daring to speak out in anger.

Rong Mo helplessly held his forehead and sighed softly, "You two should sit down obediently."

Langdon heard the seriousness in Rong Mo's tone and did not dare to fight openly or secretly. He sat down on the small sofa opposite Rong Mo. Yimi Lei consciously found the farthest seat.

The careful look makes people feel distressed.

"Hey, the son of luck is so pitiful."

The Holy Mother's heart in Baituanzi is overflowing again.

Rong Mo's eyelids twitched and he kicked the little bastard in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Get out of here. Why wasn't he pitiful when he wanted to kill me?"

Rong Mo is cold-hearted and has no sympathy. Whoever loses will be pitiful.

Bai Tuanzi rubbed his little buttocks, "I'm just sighing."

Didn't say anything.

The host is very vicious.

Bai Tuanzi was unconvinced and his air bag shrank into a ball.

"Hmph!" Rong Mo snorted arrogantly and returned to consciousness.

He told Langdon and Imire about his plan.

Langdon was shocked when he heard that he was going to release the undead souls in the Hunyin Forest, but he quickly smiled at Rong Mo in agreement.

"I will support whatever brother does."

On the other hand, Yimi Lei hesitated after being stunned.

Mr. Mel is actually going to release the undead from the Hunyin Forest to invade the royal capital?

This is simply appalling.

"Mr. Mel, we can't do this." Many people will die.

Yimi Lei's heart was beating wildly, and voices kept telling her to stop Mr. Meyer in her head.

Rong Mo knew that Yimi Lei would refuse, not because Yimi Lei was kind.

It's because Imire is cowardly.

He did not dare to bear the criticism of the world, and he still wanted to be a respected son of light.

Rong Mo looked at Yimi Lei seriously, "Your Highness, we don't have much time left. The Crown Prince is looking for His Highness, and there is no place for His Highness in Normanst."

"Do you want to stay in the Magic Tower for the rest of your life?"

"No...I don't want to!", Imire blurted out without even thinking.

Langdon rolled his eyes wildly on the side, as if no one wants to keep you.

"Your Highness doesn't want to hide for the rest of his life, so he has no choice but to give it a try. I said I would help His Highness." Rong Mo smiled at Yimi Lei and said comfortingly:

"You don't have to be afraid of failure. The struggle between the magic tower and the magicians continues to this day. The power accumulated is beyond your imagination. Your Highness just waits for the news of our victory."

Imire was still hesitant.

Rong Mo's patience gradually ran out and he used his last trump card, "Your Highness can't delay it any longer. I heard that the Crown Prince has placed Your Majesty under house arrest, and he has always pushed back the Pope when he came forward."

"What?!"

Yimi Lei's chest shook violently, her father was under house arrest by Rong Mo?

He thought of his mother in the Ruby Palace.

That was one of the few ties he had. With his father under house arrest by Rong Mo, he could no longer protect his mother.

Imire couldn't hold her breath and became restless.

Rong Mo was very satisfied with Yimi Lei's reaction, and it was justified that he deliberately spared the emperor's life.

"When...are we going to leave?" Yimi Lei couldn't care about anything else. When she heard the news, she felt like there were ants crawling in her heart, and every moment was torture.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, tomorrow I will open the portal to the Hunyin Forest near the capital."

In an instant, the entire royal capital will turn into a purgatory on earth.

Hearing this, Bai Tuanzi poked his head out of the bastard's shell to stop him, "You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, that's wrong!"

"..."

Who is killing innocent people indiscriminately!