Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Zhao Xi shook her head: "It's okay, I just want to hug you."

Zhuo Yu held her shoulders, took out the petal from his pocket, and asked tentatively: "Little Butterfly, did you hear what he said?"

Chaoxi raised her eyes, looked into his eyes, and nodded: "Yeah, I heard it."

"Ayu, aren't you worried? He said." Chaoxi still asked what he wanted to say, lowering his voice: "His Majesty the King wants to get rid of you."

"Don't worry." Zhuo Yu looked at her whispering, curled the corners of his lips, took Zhao Xi's hand and sat down at the dining table, brought her favorite dishes in front of her, and helped her serve a bowl of soup: "Little Butterfly, be good, let's eat first, and I'll tell you slowly after you finish your meal."

After hearing what he said, Chaoxi felt a little relieved: "Okay."

Here, the two of them were having lunch sweetly, and over there, Muqi mercilessly used the punishment of demon spirits on Chaoyu. Chaowu, who was forced to watch, finally broke down emotionally: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

After dinner, Zhuo Yu planned to take Chaoxi to rest under the wisteria trellis outside.

On a quiet afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the wisteria trellis, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

"Little Butterfly, come, lean on me." Zhuo Yu hugged his little butterfly and lay on the comfortable lounge chair under the flower stand.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing the elegant fragrance of wisteria flowers. The lush and blooming wisteria flowers above hung down like a waterfall, and the purple petals swayed gently in the breeze, like a dream.

"Ayu, please tell me soon~" Chaoxi adjusted herself to a comfortable position in his arms, leaned against him, and pulled his clothes coquettishly.

Zhuo Yu chuckled, held her hand and kissed it: "Little Butterfly, are you so anxious?"

He was really happy to see the little butterfly worried about him so much.

Zhaoxi pulled his hand back, his tone full of threats: "Well, tell me quickly, otherwise, I will go back to the dormitory now."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yu quickly hugged her tightly, pressed his legs lightly on her legs, and locked her on the recliner: "Little Butterfly, don't leave, I say."

"Little Butterfly, the last time the old man sent people to attend his funeral, the tomb beggar discovered that a spirit who came with him secretly went to his room during the funeral and took something away."

Chaoxi asked hurriedly: "What is it?"

"The letter arrow he used to communicate with the palace mentioned that I might not be the real Qi Fanyu. He also found out that I drink blood every day, and I might be a bloodthirsty spirit." Zhuo Yu said calmly.

Chaoxi opened her mouth slightly, and suddenly a possibility appeared in her mind. She looked up at Zhuo Yu: "Ayu, then, that scroll could be in the palace now?"

Zhuo Yu nodded: "Yes, the old man saw every word."

They saw it and believed it, and joined forces with the three major families to make a perfect plan to get rid of him.

"Little Butterfly, I plan to take advantage of his trick and lead my people to sneak into the palace to get rid of him, and then smoothly succeed to the throne as his favorite son." Zhuo Yu turned over and pressed her under him, his slender fingers gently stroking her cheek, his eyes full of crazy smiles, his voice was bewitching and hoarse: "Little Butterfly, you will be my only queen, you will help me, right?"

Zhao Xi smiled and put her arms around his neck: "Of course, my... Majesty."