The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Opening his eyes, Jiang Zhuo saw the dilapidated roof above his head, which seemed to be a temporary hut.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the ancient broken wooden tables and rotten tile walls.

The house is empty.

Jiang Zhuo lay powerlessly on the mat, slowly frowning.

It looks so poor here, but the body of the original owner seems to be particularly delicate.

I can't bear this bed at all, and if it is a little harder, I feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Moreover, Jiang Zhuo still felt a little hot. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

My heart is still confused by this contradiction.

Suddenly, he heard an excited shout coming from outside the door: "Your Majesty! You are awake!"

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

emperor?

He glanced oddly at the galloping man.

The man was sweating profusely, but he was indeed wearing a thick court dress, looking serious.

It doesn't look like you're talking nonsense.

But which emperor would sleep in such a dilapidated room?

Jiang Zhuo couldn't figure it out, so he could only silently say to the system: "The information is for me."

"Okay!" Soon, the broken system sent the information over.

— After watching ten lines at a glance, Jiang Zhuo finally understood his situation one by one

The original owner, Jiang Zhuo, belonged to the royal family, just passed away, with a willful and indulgent temperament, and he had just ascended the throne not long ago.

He thought that when he became the emperor, he would be able to sit back and relax.

But less than a year after the original owner took the throne, the whole country began to experience severe drought.

It was the beginning of the year, a good time for sowing, but there was no rain for two whole months.

Local officials wanted to hide it at first, but the disaster couldn't be suppressed.

By the time it had to be reported, the people were already mourning, and the people were complaining endlessly.

And those who coveted the original owner's throne also waited for the opportunity to spread rumors that God was dissatisfied with his ascension to the throne and thus punished him.

Feudal superstition kills people.

The suffering people firmly believed in this, and hidden turmoil began in various places.

Helpless, in order to strengthen the hearts of the people, the little emperor had no choice but to follow the advice of his ministers and come to the place where the drought was most severe. While the local people looked up, he prayed for rain, to show that he was the real dragon emperor.

However, due to being spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and his body was delicate and weak, the little emperor couldn't bear the fatigue of the boat, and the weather was dry and hot, so he immediately got heat stroke on the spot.

The accompanying ministers panicked for a moment, and hurriedly found such a shady and dilapidated thatched hut to house him.

Jiang Zhuo was silent after watching it, and looked at the grateful minister next to him.

The other party was very excited and said: "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up! The common people are waiting to see you show your power!"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Drop what?What Kamui?What kind of power is God?

He choked, and asked in his mind: "Break the system, what should I do? I don't have the ability to say a spell to make it rain. Do you have any props to help make it rain?"

Hearing the broken system, he was about to reply.

At the door, another elegant young woman walked in, wearing a goose yellow tulle dress with a beautiful face.

Seeing her eyes, the excited minister quickly and automatically left the room.

It seems that her status is more noble than the emperor.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuo had already half sat up, smiling slightly at the person who came up, and narrowing his eyes slightly.

He knows this woman.

There is also a mention in the information.

——This is the older sister of the original owner, Jiang Qianzi, who hated the original owner for getting more favor from her parents since she was a child.

Later, she got married and married a son-in-law. Although she cared for her younger brother on the surface, she still harbored strong malice towards the original owner in her heart.

I can't see him well.

And the original owner who only wanted his sister to have a good life, completely unaware that the idea of ​​spreading rumors this time was proposed by his dear sister.

Because she wanted her husband-in-law to seize the throne and make her child the master of the world in the future.

As for this younger brother, killing her would be what she wanted.

Gee.

Jiang Zhuo withdrew his mind, and said casually: "Sister Huang, why are you here?"

There is no intimacy in the past at all in the words, it is full of laxity and indifference.

Jiang Qianzi couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered, thinking that Jiang Zhuo's words were due to her physical discomfort.

She freely prepared to sit on the edge of the bed.

While bending over, he said softly:

"Xiao Zhuo, Miss Huang loves you so much, I can't bear you to worry about these untouchables, so I made up my mind and followed me, I want to see you, Xiao Zhuo, don't be angry with Miss Huang..."

Jiang Zhuo pulled his lips, and what Jiang Qianzi said behind him was completely in his left ear and out of his right ear.

However, he suddenly glanced out the window and saw a figure flashing by, who looked like ordinary people who came to peek.

He immediately retorted seriously and earnestly: "Miss Huang's words are wrong. How can my people be untouchables?"

Jiang Qianzi was taken aback again when she heard the words.

Is this important?

Normally, this idiot shouldn't be moved to say, how could she blame her?

Jiang Qianzi frowned in surprise.

What made her even more unbelievable was Jiang Zhuo's next actions.

I saw Jiang Zhuo crossing his legs, blocking the seat where she was going to sit, blinking his bright eyes, and innocently said in a low voice:

"Also, Miss Huang, this bed is too small, you should stand up and talk, otherwise I will have no place to put my legs. Also, don't stand by the window to keep out the wind. Besides, since Miss Huang loves me so much, she can fan the wind for me It's great, well, the fan is over there."

After finishing his speech smoothly, the little emperor's expectant eyes fell on the out-of-fit jade bone fan on the broken wooden table.

Jiang Qianzi: "..."

She froze in place.

After finally reacting, he was able to maintain a hypocritical smile, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and responded with a haha.

My heart was full of humiliation and confusion.

……How is this going.Why does this idiot seem different from before?

There's no way he could do this to her.

But Jiang Zhuo really wanted to send her to fan the wind seriously.

So after a while, Jiang Qianzi had no choice but to do what this maidservant would do.

She gritted her teeth secretly.

But thinking of the purpose of her coming this time, she reluctantly eased up a lot.

Anyway, after this time, this idiot is also a dying person, and there is no need to be angry for this kind of person.

Jiang Qianzi told herself like this, and said softly, "Xiao Zhuo, do you really want to pray for rain this time?"

Jiang Zhuo nodded without thinking: "Naturally. Not so unconvincing."

Jiang Qianzi had a sinister smile on her lips when she heard the words, but beside her, she said in a worried tone: "But if the rain doesn't come down, what will you do, Xiaozhuo?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo hooked his lips, and replied indifferently: "How is this possible, I am the real dragon emperor, there is no reason why I should not succeed."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhuo said again: "Miss Huang, use some strength, I didn't feel the wind."

Jiang Qianzi's face twisted again when she heard this.

She endured and endured before continuing with jujutsu:

"That's what you said, but Miss Huang is still worried. How about this, Miss Huang has a way to ensure that you can pray for the rain, just listen to it, how about it?"

Jiang Zhuo blinked when he heard the words, looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, Sister Huang, tell me."

Jiang Qianzi hurriedly said:

"I have practiced with the Taoist monk for a period of time before, Xiao Zhuo, you know it.

That eminent monk taught me a formation, which can accurately pray to the gods for help.It's just that this formation can only be used once.

You also know that Miss Huang's only concern in this life is you, so I will let you use it, okay? "

Jiang Qianzi's beautiful eyes were full of concern and inquiry, as if she was an elder sister who loved her younger brother.

If he didn't know the truth, Jiang Zhuo would have almost believed it.

This formation is useful, but it is at the cost of the caster's life.

Because it is praying to an evil god.

The evil deity usually grants the supplicant's wish, but takes the supplicant's living soul within a month.

And the supplicant will never re-enter reincarnation, that is to say, the soul is scattered in the true sense.

I don't know what kind of grievances this Jiang Qianzi has with her brother, but she has to be like this to be satisfied.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't understand.

He curled his lips, and was just about to refuse, when the broken system interrupted, "Jiang Zaizai, I'm secretly telling you, the item for praying for rain needs [-] points."

Jiang Zhuo sat quietly for a moment, grinding his teeth silently in his mind: "...you say it again."

Broken System trembled, and actually said it again.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't calm down now.

In other words, he now has to choose between "using the array" and "using five thousand points"?

Any fool knows what to choose.

Jiang Zhuo immediately said to the system: "I choose to quit this copy."

"No, Jiang Zaizai, the points will be deducted like that."

"...Then I can only choose not to be reborn forever, right?" Jiang Zhuo had to accept the arrangement of fate at this moment, he was angrily, "Okay, okay, then tell me, what is the mission of this world?"

"It's very simple, if you live for three months, you will get 1000 reward points. I love you, goodbye Jiang Zaizai." After breaking the system, he quickly logged off.

Tuliu Jiang Zhuo: "..." fainted.

What kind of devil setting is this? ? ?

The task is to survive for three months, but if he uses the formation, that evil god will do him within a month.

And if he doesn't use it, he will have to post 4000 points in it...

Really, simply.

-Jiang Qianzi next to her looked at Jiang Zhuo's face becoming more and more dull, as if she was greatly angered, she couldn't help being slightly nervous, thinking that he had discovered something.

But in the next second, she heard Jiang Zhuo say: "Okay, yes, then do as Sister Huang said."

Jiang Qianzi couldn't help being overjoyed, she could barely hide it, nodded and said: "Okay, then Miss Huang will send someone to arrange it, Xiao Zhuo, you have a good rest, tomorrow we can start praying for rain smoothly."

Jiang Zhuo hummed.

I want to beat this broken system and the damn mechanism behind it every day.

Leaning against the dilapidated bed rail, Jiang Zhuo thought melancholy in his heart: I don't know if that evil god can talk well, if only he can be merciful and generously give him two months.

If not...

OK, see you then.

The next day.

Jiang Zhuo wore a bright yellow luxurious royal robe, with strands of gold thread hooking it, making his fair skin more translucent and flawless.

With everyone looking up, he stepped onto the platform for praying for rain.

The eagerly awaited people are waiting with bated breath for the ruler they admire to abolish the disaster for them.

But they don't know that there is a strange formation looming on the platform of the rain praying platform under the little emperor's feet, like a huge shackle, imprisoning the little emperor invisibly.

Jiang Zhuo pursed his soft lips solemnly.

I don't know if I can call out that god.

Following the usual form of praying for rain, in fact, he quietly cut his fingertips, and bright blood flowed out and dripped on the formation.

He didn't have to wait long.

After a while, a gust of wind blew up around the place that hadn't been seen for a long time, and it intensified. The people below couldn't help shouting and exclaiming.

Jiang Zhuo, who was alone in the high place, couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

He felt that the air was getting cooler, and overcast clouds suddenly covered his head, and the sky quickly turned gray.

Then, his wounded and bleeding fingertips seemed to be held by someone, and he licked them lightly and forcefully.

It made him itch instantly.

The tactility is so clear it's almost impossible to ignore.

Jiang Zhuo was completely stunned.

Then, he clearly saw that there was nothing around him, but an evil and seductive voice could clearly be heard next to his ears.

As if deliberately sticking to his ear, the words can also drive the flow of air, creating an unavoidable breath.

It's just that it's especially cold, like a ghost like a god.

And that voice is even more ethereal, but it is so evil that it makes people tremble, as if they don't care about anything in the world:

"Is that what you're begging for, little one?"