When the villain picks up the script

Although Wen Qinglan was suppressed by the secret realm to the integration stage, after all, she was a strong man in the distraction stage, and the instant coercion burst out under the rage was enough to make people fearful.

For a moment, no matter whether it was Eunuch Li or Wu Fu, they all bowed their heads in fear and dared not speak.

I don't know what kind of identity the illusion has arranged for Wen Qinglan, but no one questioned Wen Qinglan's terrifying coercion, but obeyed Wen Qinglan as a matter of course.

So the newly born son Wen Qinglan was brought back to the palace together with his ugly slave Xiao Jing.

This royal mansion is indeed the rich and noble appearance that a royal mansion in the world should have. There are many maids and servants serving the carved beams and painted buildings, corridors and bridges, pavilions, terraces and pavilions.

He was surrounded by a group of maids who were as beautiful as a flower, and surrounded him in the inner courtyard of the palace. The maids cried and cried around him, saying that the young master had suffered, and they were all starving and thin. In the end, they scolded Xiao Jing again. pause.

As soon as Wen Qinglan returned to the palace, he was cleaned from the beginning to the end. He didn't resist, but just watched with cold eyes.

The fragrant little master was wearing the brocade clothes of the young master of the palace, which lost a bit of the cold and dusty fairy air, and added a bit of the bright and noble air of the world's riches and honor.

Hearing Xiao Jing mentioned by the maids, she suddenly remembered where her ugly apprentice was, so Wen Qinglan frowned and asked, "Where is my apprentice... the ugly slave Xiao Jing?"

The little prince asked questions, and the maids naturally dared not answer. Although they were dissatisfied with the young master asking about the ugly slave, one of the maids in green clothes still stepped forward and said, "Young master, you are very kind to that ugly slave. I can see him, so as usual, he is in your yard."

Hearing the maid's answer, Wen Qinglan walked directly towards the yard. Just as the maid in green said, Xiao Jing really stayed in his yard obediently, but his appearance...was not very good-looking.

On the left side of the yard, a big pile was erected near the door of his room. Xiao Jing had a thick chain around his neck and was tied to the pile like a dog. When Wen Qinglan looked over, he was sitting on the ground with his legs curled up. , silently buried his face in his knees.

Which plot is this fantasy playing?

Wen Qinglan was puzzled in his heart, but his apprentice was not as advanced as himself, and he could still maintain a pure state. Maybe he had been affected by the illusion. Thinking of this possibility, Wen Qinglan hurried over and looked at Xiao Jing with a frown.

Now he is still a child with three heads, only reaching Xiao Jing's waist. Now Xiao Jing is squatting. Reach out and touch the other person's head.

This action probably alarmed Xiao Jing, he finally raised his head from his knees, his dark eyes met Wen Qinglan's, and he suddenly smiled.

This smile was pure and hazy, Wen Qinglan's heart jumped when he saw it, he looked Xiao Jing up and down and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Jing, what's the matter with you?"

Xiao Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically and said: "Master, this disciple... seems to have fallen asleep just now."

Wen Qinglan's expression twisted uncontrollably. This idiot was able to fall asleep, so he shouldn't have been worried about him just now!

Seeing that the master's expression was wrong, he was about to turn around and shake his sleeves to leave, Xiao Jing hurriedly remedied: "Master, I just felt something was wrong here."

"Oh, tell me." Wen Qinglan said in the usual tone, not caring about his apprentice's doggy appearance at all.

"Just for a moment, this disciple actually felt that this place is not an illusion, but real." Xiao Jing touched the thick chain on his neck unaccustomed, moved his neck and said: "The disciple can't break free from these things at all. This is so wrong."

In his previous life, Xiao Jing had never encountered such a perverted trial in the Mysterious Mirror Tianzong Hall. It can be said that the Mysterious Mirror Tianzong Hall was completely open to him to a certain extent. He went directly to the end of the secret realm, and met the quenching and cracking of the sky. At that time, he thought that the quenching and cracking of the sky was a test.

Now probably because of Wen Qinglan, Mystery Mirror Tianzong Hall has undergone some changes, bringing them into the small world of fantasy, but now his body is the body before tempering, with poor aura and low cultivation level. So the situation was much worse than Wen Qinglan's.

After hearing what the apprentice said, Wen Qinglan's expression did not change at all. He said coldly: "To a certain extent, it is true. This is a small world after all."

Although Xiao Jing's physical aptitude is poor, his brain is not bad. As soon as Wen Qinglan said it, he immediately understood, and then he thought of something: "But even if it is real, so what, why did the secret realm pull us into such an illusion?" There must always be a reason."

"En." Hearing the apprentice's question, Wen Qinglan simply responded and stopped answering.

Knowing that Master didn't want to talk, Xiao Jing calmed down and stopped asking.

Both of them were waiting for the killing move of the small world of fantasy, but strangely, the small world of fantasy seemed to have forgotten the two of them. They lived like thousands of ordinary people in the small world, and acted according to their identities. Xiao Jing was the one A humble and lowly ugly slave, Wen Qinglan is that arrogant and perverted little son.

Whenever the two want to do something else, there will always be strange things that bring the two back to the act of identity.

Even Xiao Jing felt in a trance every time that he was that lowly ugly slave, until one day, Xiao Shizi impatiently pulled his chains.

"Little prince, where are you going?" Wen Qinglan was about to drag Xiao Jing out of the palace when a familiar martial artist stopped his way and asked in fear.

Wen Qinglan frowned slenderly, stared coldly at the martial artist, and said coldly, "It's none of your business!"

"Young prince, don't wander around. It's dangerous outside, only the palace is safe. Xiaoshizi should play in the palace. You can play however you want in the palace. It's safer and more comfortable than outside."

"It's not up to you to be the master of this gentleman's affairs, get out!" Wen Qinglan's expression became impatient, and he kicked Wufu unceremoniously, probably this behavior was too suitable for his status, so there was no accident at all, The martial artist was kicked straight by Wen Qinglan and rolled a long way, unable to get up for a long time.

Wen Qinglan didn't even look at the martial artist on the ground, and pulled Xiao Jing to leave the gate of the palace.

Just when the two of them stepped out of the gate, a soft voice sounded from behind them: "My son, where are you going?"

The martial artist finally got up from the ground, seeing the man behind the two, his eyes showed horror, he knelt down and said: "See the prince."

It seems that the biggest person in the palace finally appeared, and Wen Qinglan knew in his heart that before he had time to do anything, he heard the person behind him say quietly: "Didn't my son have a good time getting an ugly slave before? Why don't you want to stay?" Are you in the mansion?"