I am the only one in the world without Su [Quick Transmigration]

"Snapped!"

"Bang!"

"Crack, clack, clack!"

The guards and eunuchs guarding the door all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound or look inside.

Su Jin ruthlessly threw a blue indigo jade porcelain vase to the ground. In addition to the fragments on the ground, there were also messy pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Basically, everything in the palace was already on the ground.

Even so, the emperor was not relieved.

He uttered a name with a gloomy voice, only endless tyranny and anger remained in his heart.

No one has ever dared to do this to him!

Thinking of what happened just now, he was furious.

Su Zhuolo pressed Su Jin on the table, and hit his acupuncture points with a flick of his finger.

Su Jin couldn't shout or move at this moment. He looked at the man in front of him with some fear in his heart, but he didn't want to show it on his face.

He is the emperor, and Su Zhuolo would never dare to do anything to him. With this thought, Su Jin sneered in his heart. When he got away, he would definitely make his uncle look good.

Su Zhuolo's gaze was very calm, almost depressing.

He stretched out his hand to hold Su Jin's wrist, and there was a crisp click——

Su Jin's eyebrows twitched in pain.

The clicking sound never stopped, Su Zhuolo broke his joints one by one, his expression was extremely indifferent, as if he was pruning a branch, he was crisp, quick and decisive.

Su Jin's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but he couldn't utter a word. He stared at Su Zhuolo with extremely fierce and vicious eyes, wishing he could be as vicious as peeling off a layer of skin.

Su Zhuolo pretended not to see it.

After a while, he clapped his hands, looked up at the emperor who was completely paralyzed on the table, and asked calmly, "Does your majesty realize your mistake?"

After Su Jin felt that his acupoints were untied, he immediately cursed, but because of the severe pain, his voice was as weak as a mosquito.

But Su Zhuolo heard clearly, facing all kinds of curse words, he shrugged his shoulders, and smiled slightly with the corners of his lips.

If this kind of smile is normal, Su Jin will definitely find it extremely beautiful, but now, all he can think about is pain, resentment and anger, and he just wants to get up and beat Su Zhuolo hard.

"In this case, I will educate you again."

Su Zhuolo stretched out his hand to take all his joints back. Su Jin heaved a sigh of relief at the crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other. He knew that Su Zhuolo still didn't dare to do anything to him, but he couldn't laugh the next moment.

He still couldn't move, because the dislocated bones hadn't been put back in place, Su Zhuolo put them all in the wrong place, and then he looked at them and felt that something wasn't quite right.

So it was disassembled again.

Su Jin was already crying in pain, tears were running down Jun's face, and he looked miserable.

Su Zhuolo glanced at him.

"Are you begging for mercy?"

Su Jin turned his face away, not wanting to look at him.

Su Zhuolo patted him on the shoulder, his voice was low, but revealed the slightest threat.

"I hope His Majesty will be a little more understanding in the future."

Afterwards, Su Zhuolo helped him get the bones back before leaving. Su Jin sat alone in the palace for two hours.

Su Zhuolo briefly described the situation in the palace.

Chen Jun propped his chin, and after listening to the process and result, he said, "You lost."

"..." Su Zhuolo frowned, "I never promised to bet with you."

Chen Jun put his hand on his shoulder and said sincerely: "It's okay to admit failure once in a while, it won't damage your image in my heart!"

Su Zhuolo gave him a sidelong glance.

"What image?"

Chen Jun just laughed.

"In short, the current situation is that you have completely offended the little emperor."

Su Zhuolo nodded: "I think he doesn't want to see me at all during this time."

——If he doesn't directly order you to die, you'll be fine.

Chen Jun shrugged: "I think you probably don't want to see him either. That's actually simple. Isn't King Li's subordinates already rebelling? Why don't you apply for it and go directly to lead the army to suppress the rebellion?"

Su Zhuolo pondered for a while, then said, "Alright, tomorrow I will ask for my order."

"You come with me."

Chen Jun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, anyway, I have nowhere to go."

"Chen Jun." Su Zhuolo read his name.

"how?"

"When I rescued you a few days ago, I found that your internal energy was very strange." Su Zhuolo said in a deep voice, "Have you switched to the mind method?"

Chen Jun nodded: "That's right. I was afraid that people would recognize the method that originally belonged to the secret guards of the palace, so I prepared other martial arts methods."

Su Zhuolo was silent for a while, and said, "Aren't you afraid of going crazy if you temporarily switch to cultivation?"

Chen Jun was stunned: "Is it possible? Why don't I feel it?"

Su Zhuolo stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, his brows gradually furrowed, and he whispered, "Strange..."

Chen Jun was also thinking in his mind that he would never have any problems, the only abnormality was only in the system, but about the system, can he tell Su Zhuolo?

Chen Jun subconsciously denied this question. He may have a good impression of Su Zhuolo, but neither the trust nor the relationship between the two has reached the point where they can confide in each other.

So he can only keep silent.

Su Zhuolo withdrew his hand, he said: "Go and choose a weapon that is convenient for you, and then come to the back mountain."

King Yao's mansion occupies a large area, and there is a large open space on the back mountain. Su Zhuolo obviously often comes here to practice sword and archery. Chen Jun can even see several archery targets in the distance and the deep sword marks on the huge stone next to him.

Su Zhuolo changed into a white exercise suit, held a thin sword in his hand, and tied his long hair into a high ponytail with a white rope. Chen Jun looked at his serious appearance, and felt a little more serious in his heart.

The weapon he chose was the knife. The reason is very simple. The knife is the weapon he is most familiar with. He has basically never touched the others. Chen Jun doesn't know if he is suitable for learning the knife. A special feeling of preference.

Su Zhuolo looked at him for a moment, the sword in his hand was already clenched tightly, he stepped on the ground with his toes, and attacked first.

Chen Jun evaded his strike, relying on his past memory and occasional practice in the past few days, he managed to pass a few moves.

Su Zhuolo didn't show any expression on his face, but his moves became more and more fierce, with his sword slanted forward, every angle of his shots was extremely tricky, and he didn't intend to hold back his hands at all.

Chen Jun was a little flustered at first, but after getting used to this rhythm, he got better. His speed was faster than Su Zhuolo's, and his strength and endurance were also stronger than him, but he was suppressed every time.

Logically speaking, the gap between the two is not that big. Although Su Zhuolo is practicing martial arts this time, he is not as big a hacker as in the previous world. The difference in internal strength between the two is not that big, and he has more advantages in other aspects. .

So, now being pushed back every step of the way, why is he always at a disadvantage?

"Consciousness!" Su Zhuolo shouted coldly, he slammed the blade of his sword down on the ground, and with the force of the rebound, he spun into the air, turned back and lowered his waist, and stabbed down with a sword.

Chen Jun narrowly avoided, he stepped back seven or eight steps, frowning at the wound on his wrist.

"What do you mean?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you worried about hurting me? Or are you afraid to draw a knife at all!"

Chen Jun was taken aback.

Su Zhuolo rushed forward quickly, raised his knees, turned somersault in the air, and the tip of the sword fell straight down like a shooting star, there was no way to avoid it.

"Now you die, or I live, there is no other choice!"

There is no gap between life and death.

The sword wind pierced Chen Jun's face with pain, Su Zhuolo came too fiercely, his eyes were too cold, without fluctuations, emotions, or feelings, as if he was really going to kill him.

Chen Jun gritted his teeth and didn't dodge any more. He directly stretched out his hand and hit Su Zhuolo's sword edge, and at the same time raised his knife and slashed down fiercely.

There is no return to the sword, straight out without regret.

The sharp blade cut off a thin strand of black hair on the man's forehead.

Su Zhuolo retracted his sword and stood up. He touched the tip of Chen Jun's saber with his toes, and used his strength to turn around.

Neither of them moved again.

Chen Jun stared blankly at the knife in his hand and the sword marks on his palm, and then raised his eyes to Su Zhuolo's silent figure standing beside him.

Su Zhuolo touched the side of his face, and his fingertips were stained a little scarlet.

Chen Jun let out a breath slowly, and bowed his head to Su Zhuolo in thanks.

"Thank you, I understand."

"Hey!"

Su Zhuolo retracted the sword back into the scabbard, and nodded slightly to Chen Jun.

The two walked side by side, and the sun was setting, making a long back view.

"Sorry, actually I don't want to slap you in the face." Chen Jun looked guilty.

"It's okay." Su Zhuolo shook his head to indicate that it's okay.

"Remember to apply some medicine when you go back."

"kindness."

"I want the one that won't leave scars."

"……why?"

"Because if you have scars on your face, I will feel very guilty, especially for my eyes."

"..."

"Hey, go slowly, wait for me!"

"Your Majesty didn't go to court, seems to be because of illness?"

"What's going on? Why suddenly..."

"I heard that he was so angry that he was lying on the bed for several days!"

"Ah? Who has the guts?"

"Hush, who else could it be? Who has the greatest power among the government and the opposition?"

"You mean...?"

"His Royal Highness Yao is here, stop talking."

Many ministers stood in two rows and bowed down.

Su Zhuolo glanced at His Majesty the Emperor who was sitting on the top, with a serious face, matched with that extremely noble outfit, he looked dignified.

But he just didn't dare to turn his eyes away.

Su Zhuolo was still very satisfied with this situation, he took a step forward, bowed his head slightly and said: "Your Majesty, Li Wangyuan's subordinates joined forces with foreign tribes in the southern region to start a rebellion, and I request you to lead the troops to conquer."

Su Jin snorted: "Uncle Huang has a heart, this matter is indeed imminent, what do you love ladies think?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I think it is feasible. His Royal Highness King Yao once quelled the southwestern rebellion with King Li in the past, so it is perfect for him to lead the troops."

"That's right. His Royal Highness King Yao is good at both literature and martial arts. He also has experience in leading troops on marches. He is the best candidate."

"What Xia Shangshu said is very true."

"I also agree with Chen Shilang's opinion."

Su Jin frowned, and pressed down with his right hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"In that case, Uncle Emperor, I will thank you for your hard work."

"Yes, the minister takes orders."

Seeing the way His Highness lowered his head, Su Jin didn't even notice his fingernails getting stuck in his palms.

After all, there is a chance. See you next time, and I will definitely give Uncle Huang an impressive meeting gift.

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