Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Yue had to admit that these damn sluts had a few tricks to force her into such a mess.

——The bodies of poisonous insects, clumps of hair, and mottled bloodstains were scattered on the ground.

Even if they all become ordinary people, they seem to be able to find a hundred ways to kill people.They used this weak body as much as possible, catching the pain and pulling it hard.

At this time, Wen Yue felt a little lucky that the only living maid she left behind, Qing Lian...

Hee, this young, innocent and kind-hearted little girl can't see the weirdness in them at all, just watching her being forced into a dangerous situation, she was so frightened that she burst into tears and desperately tried to stop these hosts.

Most of the sharp objects at the palace banquet were taken away. Wen Yue suspected that they were collected so cleanly, and there was a system behind the scenes to maintain the balance of competition.

Who knew that this little girl Qinglian found out some real "weapons" from nowhere, and it became a huge bug!

Wen Yue, who was holding the bug in her hand, looked at those hosts provocatively with her lips curled up, even though she was in a mess.Blood slid down her cuff inch by inch, Wen Yue didn't care, all she needed was to save her life from the sneak attack of these damned women, and the real breakthrough——

Not any of them!

Wen Yue suddenly heard a burst of uniform footsteps. The sound sounded rich and solid, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, which made her eyes shine.

She casually wiped away the scar on her forehead with a torn sleeve, and raised the corners of her lips with a victorious smile.Wen Yue looked down at these concubines and hosts condescendingly, expressing contempt every word with her lips, with a murderous intent hidden in her slightly parted lips.

"You guys lost."

"I'm the real winner!"

The gazes of the concubines' hosts flickered, and they glanced straight at the sickly young man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him.His identity really made the hearts of the hosts thump, and they had the idea that something went wrong!

How could Luo Zhifeng be alive in Tan Yi's hands? !This man-eating tiger is not like someone like Wen Yue who would be fascinated by beauty, but now Luo Zhifeng is sitting here in a good mood...

Doesn't this mean that Tan Yi failed?

The group of private soldiers that the damn King Yuan and the male host of the stallion worked so hard to raise, but in the end, they couldn't handle the miscellaneous soldiers recruited from who knows who outside? !

Several hosts gritted their silver teeth in their hearts, looking at Wen Yue's success, they wished they could bite their bones alive.

Wen Yue, Wen Yue!No matter everything is her good luck, at such a critical moment... her good luck has the upper hand, which puts their careful planning to no avail!

While being ruthless, the hosts of the concubines have reached a consensus through invisible eye contact - even if Wen Yue is lucky for a while, they will temporarily give her the benefits.

When she returned to the system space, it would not be her place to be the master.What the experiment gives is only a quota, if the winner of this quota dies, it is just to choose another one from the remaining ones!

The hosts have long thought that they have seen through the system's attitude towards the host's encouragement of fighting and fighting. Wen Yue won the only spot, but it does not mean that she is the official candidate. Others can kill her at any time and plunder the only spot... After all, The living is king.

"Concubine Wen."

Wen Yue saw several concubines restrained helplessly, then turned to Luo Zhifeng's direction.

She saw that Luo Zhifeng's figure seemed to be a little thinner, his face was pale and transparent, and even the words Wen Guifei seemed to be forced out of his lips.

Concubine Wen felt more and more that the words "Concubine Wen" that Luo Zhifeng uttered seemed to be a gentle and affectionate words, and she immediately said in high spirits: "Zhi... Luo Xiangshi, after a while, Zhen... I will make you feel uncomfortable." Suffering from the pain again."

When she goes back to the system space together, this small world will become another trophy of Wen Yue, and the dynastic rule above it will continue forever under Wen Yue's rule.

And at that time, Luo Zhifeng will be a national teacher under one person and above ten thousand people, and will no longer be tortured by illness - this is the honor that Wen Yue will bestow on him!

As she said that, Wen Yue turned her head to look at Qing Lian, the maid who helped her a lot: "Qing Lian, good boy... do you want to be the princess of the Yuan Kingdom? She will become a person with a foreign surname. And you will be the only and noble princess of the Yuan Kingdom!"

In her words, she regarded Gu Yunting, whom she had befriended, as a complete tool, so what kind of thing is the princess who is going to marry?

It's just a slavish plaything, Wen Yue felt nauseated when he thought that Gu Yunting would get mixed up with ugly people like barbarians after going out with his relatives.

Qinglian raised her cheeks in surprise, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.Wen Yue stared at her intently, expecting the scene where she was so excited to cry for her reward, but unexpectedly, a strange voice came from her maid.

"Qinglian is unwilling."

No, this is not an unfamiliar voice... She has clearly heard this voice before, it is familiar!Wen Yue's eyes widened, and she saw that the makeup on "Qing Lian" was wiped off along with her "tear marks", revealing a face that Wen Yue couldn't be more familiar with——

Gu Yunting!

She snorted at Gu Yunting...how could she be here? !

Looking at Gu Yunting's gentle and gentle smile, Wen Yue felt a sense of absurdity from the bottom of her heart. She felt something derailed and out of control, but she subconsciously believed that everything was still under her control.

With a wave of her hand, she ordered Gu Huijun, who was guarding beside Luo Zhifeng's wheelchair: "Grab this woman, and immediately ask about Qinglian's whereabouts! If anything happens to Qinglian, I will cut you to pieces, flay your bones !"

Gu Yunting lowered her eyelashes slightly, she looked good-natured no matter how she looked, she whispered softly: "The imperial concubine, why don't you come and listen to your attendants' thoughts?"

As soon as her voice fell, Wen Yue heard a burst of neat footsteps, and people standing in armor parted a wide avenue.And the attendants called by Gu Yunting are hesitantly moving forward from the path specially reserved for them.

Wen Yue hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, the attitude of these attendants was too servile, and she couldn't have any idea of ​​what they would do.

Could this be some director's play?Just to congratulate her?Wen Yue was so stupid that she couldn't see it. At this time, she could still ignore any fatal point, and only narrowed her eyes to the only point that was beneficial to her.

Then she looked at—

The footsteps of these timid attendants changed from hesitation to faster and faster, approaching his body in two or three steps.

Wen Yue finally saw clearly the distorted and disgusted expressions of these servants with their lowered faces, saw their trembling arms and the blades clenched in their palms.

When Wen Yue realized this, she felt the sharp and tingling sensation of being pierced through her abdomen and hands!

She also finally heard the low-pitched roars in the mouths of these humble servants: "Go to hell!"

"Kill you to avenge them!"

"Die, die!!"

Ah... what?Wen Yue was so dull that she didn't react at all, she just felt her world spinning for a while, and her field of vision was stained red with blood.In the bright red field of vision, what Wen Yue saw most clearly was Luo Zhifeng's white clothes who were sitting——

she was

Wen Yue could clearly see Luo Zhifeng's expression at the moment, he was staring at herself, smiling quietly and terrifyingly.

The white robe on his body was blown by the wind, inexplicably like a white funeral banner.