Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Yu was ready for everything, but the expected pain did not come.

The cold blade stopped only a few centimeters away from her, and couldn't go any further.

The optical brain on Qin Zhun's wrist popped up an emergency light screen, glowing with golden light, which was the highest level secret order, and he could directly connect to his phone by force without his consent.

He was still in the basement, and his first reaction was to hide the sharp knife behind his back.

It was only a little bit close to sucking blood. It would be a lie to say that he was not angry when he was interrupted at this time, but Qin Zhun couldn't help getting angry at the object on the other side of the light screen.

That was the most trusted CEO around the emperor, wearing a black suit with meticulous attention to detail, shiny black sideburns, hooked nose, thin lips, and a rigid face.

"Your Highness," the executive officer seemed not at all surprised by Qin Zhun's environment, without even blinking his eyes, he said solemnly, "Your Majesty already knows what you have done."

With just this one sentence, Qin Zhun's heart almost stopped beating.

The light screen faithfully recorded his expression, including the water tank behind him and the little girl sitting in front of him, all of which were fully seen by the executive officer.

Knowing what he did, this sentence contains too much information, Qin Zhun couldn't tell what he knew for a while.

To Qin Zhun, the emperor was a complicated existence, with majesty and a sense of distance. Although he smiled on weekdays, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the emperor's face was when he lowered his face.

The queen once said to him that the emperor is unfathomable, so don't provoke him easily.

Anything they did, if brought up before the emperor, would be a dead word.

Suddenly Qin Zhun was sweating from behind, he gritted his teeth and smiled slightly: "Uncle Wang, I don't know what you're talking about."

Qin Zhun let go of the gauze covering Mu Yu's eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "This is a new assistant in my palace. He doesn't know the rules. Father won't bother to ask about such a trivial matter, right?"

Mu Yu, who was tied to the chair, was motionless, tears rolling down like beads with a broken thread, she was so frightened that she didn't react at all.

The executive officer glanced over, as if he could see through everything: "Your Highness, the person kidnapped behind you is not someone else, but Makino's own sister."

For a few seconds, Qin Zhun's mind seemed to be stuck, full of disbelief.

This is the most absurd joke that God has ever played with him!

Going around, he thought he could bypass Muye and find another way, but he didn't expect that the mermaid he found after so much painstaking efforts was actually related to him!

Why is it still him? !

Qin Zhun's first reaction was to look at the person sitting on the chair. When he heard the word Muye, Mu Yu turned his numb eyes slightly, and looked blankly into the air.

The executive didn't give any more time, and directly stated his intention: "Professor Mu, Marshal, and His Majesty are all waiting for you in the living room."

The ups and downs of life are nothing like this, Qin Zhun's heart is like a beeping dog, and his face is gloomy.

The blood of the old mermaid has been sucked dry, and only the new mermaid is left.

Without her, Qin Zhun's lies about spiritual power would be exposed in an instant, and the throne would inevitably be shaken. How could he give up such an important tool?

In an instant, Qin Zhun made a decision, he took a light breath: "Got it."

The executive officer nodded slightly at Qin Zhun, passed him, glanced at the little girl who was fixed on the chair, sighed slightly, and cut off the communication.

In the basement, Qin Zhun paced back and forth, his lips were tightly pressed, his brows were furrowed, and he stared intently at Mu Yu.

Hearing Makino's name, Muyu seemed to be reborn, her eyes sparkled, and she leaned forward eagerly: "Brother is here!"

"You think you can escape?" Qin Zhun marveled at her innocence, "Dream."

Let go of Muyu, he has only one way to die, no matter what, he has to fool tonight.

Qin Zhun bound Mu Yu's hands with electronic shackles, and roughly led her forward with a rope.

The way out from the basement is very long, with hundreds of steps spread out. After landing on the shore, her legs turned into fishtails. Mu Yu didn't wear shoes, so she could only stagger along when she was pulled forward.

Her legs were covered with blood and wounds, and her thin white toes stepped on the dusty ground, like a kite being pulled.

Qin Zhun sent a message to his subordinates on the light screen, asking to send someone to meet him at the basement door.

There are always more solutions than difficulties. Since he can successfully transport the mermaid in the huge palace, wouldn't it be good to transport it out anyway?

Qin Zhun comforted himself.

Walking to the door of the basement, he swiped off his bracelet and pushed the door open. There was a figure approaching the door. He thought it was a subordinate, "Hurry up and take him away."

However, as soon as he took a step forward, he froze.

In the narrow and bright corridor, the young man stood under the resplendent and resplendent crystal lamp, his long hair was scattered like snow on his shoulders, and his emerald green eyes looked at him calmly.

That look, as if looking at a dead person.

Behind him stood the executive officer and his followers.

All thoughts disappeared, and Qin Zhun only had two words in his mind: it's over.

Qin Zhun's face was as pale as paper: "Why are you here..."

"Third Prince," Shen Xinglan paused, "I will remember your kindness."

Qin Zhun inexplicably felt a chill down his back, and panicked to the extreme, perhaps because he failed to get any benefits from Mu Ye's hands repeatedly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he actually felt a little scared, just watching the young man pass him.

Shen Xinglan walked up to Mu Yu, pulled the rope away from Qin Zhun's hand, and said coldly, "The key."

In front of the executive officer, Qin Zhun had no choice but to hand over the key as he was powerless.

The little girl was wearing tattered clothes, her hair was knotted, her face was blue and white, and there was a big red envelope bulging on her forehead, not to mention her legs.

But those eyes were still crystal clear, and when Makino appeared, they shone brightly.

Shen Xinglan opened the electronic shackles, lowered his head and said softly, "Brother is late, I'll take you home."

After suffering so many injuries, Mu Yu didn't seem to feel any pain at all. She curled the corners of her lips and nodded vigorously.

Just like when I was young.

Shen Xinglan took off his coat and put it on her body, avoiding her injury, bent down and hugged her.

There was no sound in the long and quiet corridor. Where Shen Xinglan walked, the crowd diverged to both sides like a tide.

Mu Yu put his hands around Shen Xinglan's neck, put his lips close to his ears, and asked curiously, "Brother, did you find me because you heard my voice?"

"Yes," Shen Xinglan nodded even though she didn't quite understand what Mu Yu was talking about, "So next time, you should think of me first."

This answer made Mu Yu very happy, and she nodded again.

Lying on her elder brother's shoulder and looking back, Mu Yu looked at the man who locked her in the basement.

At this moment, his face was pale, and his eyes were so gloomy that he seemed to be able to drip water.

It still looked scary, but Mu Yu was no longer afraid, she turned her head and buried her head in front of Mu Ye.

Outside the palace, surrounded by high walls, Qin Bohuai was standing beside the floating car, the hem of his coat fluttering in the wind under the night.

When Shen Xinglan went to pick up Muyu, he had already finished chatting with the emperor.

When Shen Xinglan approached, he spontaneously opened the car door for him.

At first, neither of them spoke, the suspension car was driving smoothly, and Shen Xinglan took the medicine box in the car to quietly administer medicine to Mu Yu.

Qin Bohuai glanced at the person leaning against Shen Xinglan's arms out of the corner of his eye: "Is she okay?"

After wiping the wound on Mu Yu's forehead, Shen Xinglan was silent for a while: "Yes."

If he was one step late, he didn't dare to think about what would happen.

"The succession ceremony is coming soon," Shen Xinglan turned to look at him, "Brother Bohuai, what are your plans?"

Under the control of the autopilot system, the hover car drove towards home at high speed, and the colorful night was blurred into strips of light outside the car window, and the faint light was reflected on Qin Bohuai's side face, drawing a sense of smooth and neat lines.

Qin Bohuai asked back, "What about you?"

Both of them have things they want to do, and they don't have much overlap, and it just so happens that neither of them has the temperament to discuss things with others.

Probing, advancing and retreating with limits, and exchanging information for information are all common tactics.

But this time, Qin Bohuai wanted to see if Mu Ye would be the same as before.

The cabin was so quiet that even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Shen Xinglan held the cotton swab, then let go, and raised his head.

In the gentle tranquility, I bumped into my eyes as deep as the sea.

For a few seconds, Shen Xinglan felt a strange emotion gradually spread, and his heart was like a flower bud soaked in warm water.

Soft and serene.

After waiting for a few seconds, before anyone could speak, Qin Bohuai burst out laughing. He raised his hand and lightly touched the center of his brow, "I'll be home soon..."

Almost at the same time, Shen Xinglan paused and said: "I want you to be the emperor."