The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today - Chapter 12

“Queen, Xiao Biesheng is newly married.”

The cool breath fell on the side of her neck, and the body of the sick seedling was extremely strong when it was attached to it.

The familiar temperature and quiet smell brought back some memories in the dark night, making Mei Xueyi’s breathing a little chaotic.

She scratched gently in his arms: “The story is halfway through!”

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the barrel wall.

“Let’s say the rest like this.” The already hoarse voice was even more terrifyingly low.

The water splashed violently, and the ripples spread out in circles.

In his busy schedule, he did not forget to stretch out a hand, grabbed the script, and copied it step by step.

Mei Xueyi grabbed the edge of the wooden barrel with both hands, her breath shattered in an instant, her vision blurred.

He knew her body too well.

She knows ten thousand times better than herself.

Mei Xueyi thought she would die in the water, or melt into the water.

She could only turn around and grab him, like a soft vine wrapped around a solid branch.

When she was dizzy and was carried out of the bucket by him, wiped away the water droplets, and placed it on the soft gold couch, she didn’t even want to move a finger.

He has good energy. After a shocking cough, he raised her chin and smiled and said, “The queen is really indifferent. I have restrained myself. I don’t dare to let go of it, it’s almost meaningless!”

Mei Xueyi: “…”

She could see it clearly, this drowsy king was determined to die on the bed, and in this way, he took her with him to ‘live forever’.

He took the script in a very good mood, skipped the part about playing with the mandarin ducks in the water, and continued to tell the story.

When the Wei Guo army seized Jiawu Pass, Jinling Qin Ji was furious and dispatched the most powerful national teacher around her.

This man wore a bronze ghost mask and never showed his true face. Qin Ji was able to rise to the top, most of which is his credit, it can be seen that he is a capable person.

On the day the Ghost-faced National Teacher arrived on the Jiawuguan Plain, a once-in-a-lifetime meteor shower hit Jiawuguan, knocking down a large section of the wall and destroying half of the city gate.

The Wei Guo army was caught off guard by the “natural disaster” and suffered heavy casualties.

Jinling took advantage of the situation to attack the city. In this battle, the defending soldiers filled the fire pits with their own flesh and blood, and were able to defend Jiawu Pass. Before he could catch his breath, another meteor shower hit the city, destroying the batch of supplies that Queen Mei Xueyi personally delivered.

In the ensuing battle, the Tianhuo Meteor defeated the Weiguo army again and again, and the daily casualties were shocking.

Rumors spread, the fortunes of Daowei and the country are declining, and God’s will is to destroy Wei.

For a while, the wind was turbulent, and everyone was in danger.

Finally, the spy who infiltrated the Jinling Army fought his life to send back a top-secret message.

The fire rain is not a natural disaster, but a magic trick cast by the ghost-faced national master! He has a demonic magic weapon on his body, called Feihuojian, which can summon the Skyfire Meteor.

Flying Fire Sword!

Finally saw these three words.

Mei Xueyi’s body was soft at the moment, but she couldn’t help but lift a finger and press it on the book, studying each word carefully.

As far as three hundred feet away, a meteor fire rain can be cast, and a fire meteor can destroy the three-zhang city wall—it really is a unique magic weapon that Feihuojianzong disciples must have.

Her heart was beating fast, and she was about to turn the page, but Wei Jinzao grabbed her finger.

He bowed slightly, sullenly poked his head out from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“The queen will talk about how to deal with this monster next.”

Mei Xueyi pondered for a moment and said, “Send assassins to assassinate, or create arrow crossbows with a range of more than 300 meters, and kill them from a distance.”

He turned his head and stared at her, his dark eyes not moving.

Mei Xueyi was startled by his stare, she was silent for a while, and was about to say something to break the silence when he suddenly held her finger and turned a page.

I saw that in the book, it was written—

[The queen offered to send an assassin to assassinate this person, or to create a long-range arrow crossbow with a range of more than three hundred meters. ]

Mei Xueyi’s heart trembled, and she felt a chill climb up her spine.

A sense of fateful coincidence hit her body, and the empty space in her heart seemed to have fallen into some sweet and sour liquid, causing her to tremble slightly unconsciously.

His laughter whispered in his ears: “My beloved wife is wise.”

She opened her mouth: “…Who wrote the words book?”

He smiled but didn’t answer, just held her hand and continued back: “Queen, the story is half way through.”

Mei Xueyi was calm and looked back.

Next, is the part where Wei Jinzhao shows his skills.

The ghost-faced national teacher was surrounded by masters, and the assassin had no way to get close, so Wei Jinchao and Mei Xueyi worked day and night to develop a long-distance heavy crossbow.

This crossbow uses five tendon ropes as strings, and the five strings are fired at the same time. It is not an arrow, but a fine iron halberd that is eight feet long. Using this crossbow requires twenty soldiers with amazing arm strength to exert force at the same time.

The range of two hundred and eighty zhang is the limit, but the ghost-faced national teacher can cast the magic method from three hundred zhang away.

So King Wei led an elite team to avoid the meteor shower, stabbed the enemy like a dagger, and sent the chariot with the five-string heavy crossbow to the range.

I saw the handsome and heroic Wei currently stepping on the ballista, ignoring the surrounding enemy forces like locusts, and pulling the heavy string with one hand.

Twenty people can pull the strings, and he only needs one hand!

He heard an earth-shattering crash, and the halberd and crossbow pierced through the air, taking the head of the enemy general in the chaotic army.

In front of this god-like power, the ghost-faced national teacher had no resistance at all, and was immediately pierced by the giant crossbow and nailed to the spot.

Strength and precision are unmatched. There is no second person to be found, who can have such good skills as King Wei.

After killing the enemy generals, the guards, who had been suffocated for many days, rushed out of the fortress and fought Jinling on the plain, killing them.

Wei has triumphed at the moment, embracing his sweet wife Mei Xueyi in the military tent – “How about this arrow for my husband?”

She knew that he was not only referring to the arrow on the battlefield, but also the arrow that was cast on her. She thumped him with a smirk, followed by another bluntly blunt description.

In short, he alone is far superior to dozens of ordinary people.

Mei Xueyi: “…”

She shouldn’t have any serious expectations for this unscrupulous remark.

The story is here, and it is “unfinished” again.

Jun Jun lazily put aside the threadbook, and stroked her cheek one after another.

“Is there really a ghost-faced national teacher in Jinling?” Mei Xueyi asked.

“Yes.” He casually turned the black jade wrench on his left hand, “Tomorrow is about to arrive.”

She opened her eyes slightly: “Then does he really have a Flying Fire Sword?”

Wei Jinchao laughed.

The dark, long and narrow eyes were bent into a sinister curve, the pale and thin face was close to her, and the thin lips rolled on her cheek: “My silly queen, are you crazy about reading books!”

Mei Xueyi knew that people in the mortal world didn’t know the existence of the fairyland at all.

Immortals are different, the mortal world has no aura, no resources, and the rise and fall of dynasties is just a retreat for people in the fairyland. I don’t know since when, the immortal realm has unwritten rules – not to set foot in the mortal world, not to participate in the mortal disputes. Anyone who violates the ban can be punished.

She has lived for thousands of years, and she has never seen a person from the fairy sect who is too full and panicked to run into the world to make trouble.

Demon cultivators like her have no interest in mortal territory.

She turned around and snuggled against his chest: “I don’t know why, I’m a little flustered. Your Majesty, do you believe in the luck of the country?”

Isn’t the faint of king a sign of the country’s subjugation?

With a hoarse voice, he laughed in a low voice. After laughing for a while, he put his big hands on her shoulders: “I will take you to the city wall tomorrow and let you see, how can I take that little life!”

He spoke in a hurry, with a cough.

After coughing violently, his chest heaved violently, panting like a cow.

Mei Xueyi: “…”

She put her little hand behind him and patted his back lightly.

There were doubts in his heart.

The Feihuojian in the book is exactly the same as the unique magic weapon of Feihuojianzong, how could it be just a coincidence?

However, this Flying Fire Sword Sect was the sect she stayed in before she entered the devil, and after her magical achievements, she was slaughtered by her…

Mei Xueyi and her in the storybook…

A strange sense of time-space confusion grabbed her.

Wei Jinzhao really took her to the city wall.

Different from the desolation and heroism in the book, she climbed the city wall on a long golden velvet blanket.

Behind him, there is a palace maid holding a fan, and beside her there is a palace maid holding a silver tray, which is filled with fresh and sweet berries.

He stretched out his hand to support her, as if taking her on an outing, thoughtful.

Also really absurd.

When they reached the city wall, Mei Xueyi looked down at the great plain in front of Jiawu Pass.

Jinling’s heavy troops have been laid out on the plain, and in front of the army, siege vehicles and cloud ladders are lined up neatly. The Jinling Army was dressed in golden armor, looking from a distance, the cold spear was piercing and threatening.

Looking at him again, Xuanjia’s Weiguo soldiers all seemed to have the essence of Weijin Dynasty, their brows were lazy, and they didn’t take the overwhelming Jinling army seriously.

Mei Xueyi couldn’t imagine how this army attacked here and captured this important town.

Suddenly there was movement in the enemy formation.

A red chariot approached from the rear. Wherever it passed, the Jinling army lined up left and right, bowing their heads to greet them.

“Come on.” Wei Jinzhao chuckled.

I saw a person standing above the chariot. The distance was too far to see the details. From time to time, I could see a blue metallic light reflected from his face.

It’s that ghost-faced national teacher.

Mei Xueyi hung her heart slightly. She also didn’t know whether she hoped that this person would cast the sky fire meteor.

As the chariot approached, I saw the ghost-faced national teacher pulled out a red sword from his waist and slowly swung it above his head.

A strange, dry and hot sulphurous breath quickly came over and gathered above the city wall.

Mei Xueyi’s breathing stopped.

It is indeed the unique magic weapon of Feihuojianzong, Feihuojian!

When she slaughtered the entire gate of the Flying Fire Sword Sect, the blood and rain in the sky was mixed with the smell of this sulfur fire from beginning to end.

She subconsciously grabbed Wei Jinzhao’s sleeve with her backhand.

“Watch out!”

He squeezed her fingers reassuringly and stepped on the wall.

The strong wind lifted his black robe, and the thin figure seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

He took a small crossbow from the guard behind him.

It is only a little longer than the forearm, and the whole body is jade-colored.

He raised the crossbow casually, tilted his head, put it in front of his eyes, and tapped the spring. The force of the backward leaning caused him to lean back fiercely, barely falling off the wall.

Just listening to the ‘咻’ once, the sound of breaking wind hit the enemy line.

The jade-colored brilliance passed through the sky.

The ghost-faced national division fell down from the chariot in response.

The sulphurous aura gathered above his head vanished.

There were thunderous cheers on the city wall, Wei Jinzhao slowly turned around, and his tone was gentle: “God’s will?

Mei Xueyi shook his eyes fiercely by him.

As soon as his heart that had been silent for thousands of years moved, he saw him jump off the battlements, throw away the jade crossbow, and rolled her sleeves into his arms.

Thin lips pressed down, and he asked in a hoarse voice, “How about this arrow for my husband?”

Mei Xueyi: “…”

Isn’t that what the script says?