Data Wasteland

Push the door open, and the candlelight is like a star.

The black iron cages were hanging down, and the thick iron bars were lined with candles. The candlelight was a little bit, and there was no wind swaying.

Right in front of the rotunda, there are high platforms and thrones. A cloud of mist is condensed and not dispersed, and only the shadowy figures sitting with their legs up are seen inside.

With a graceful posture and enchanting curves, just looking at the shadow can make people feel beautiful. But at this moment Chen Xing didn't have the slightest thoughts. He was suffering tremendously, and his brain was about to collapse with pain. The person in the mist is thinking about killing him or not, or thinking about **** him every second.

This extremely terrifying experience is hard to describe in words, just like walking on a single-plank bridge across the abyss, with gusts of wind, and life and death. He knew very well that as long as he accidentally said a wrong sentence, he would have to die here, and it was a miserable one.

Chen Xing closed the heavy wooden door, walked to the middle of the hall, and knelt on one knee.

"See Her Majesty the Queen."

Wear it for thousands of times, don't wear flattery. Cuilisi is a person who wants to be the emperor of the Red Kingdom. Calling her "Your Majesty" in advance is exactly what she likes. Of course, there are risks in this. According to the Oriental Migrant Academy, it is-speculating on the holy will is worth death. But Triliss is a native of the Western Mainland, with a single mindset, and she likes to go straight. She probably won't have any bad thoughts.

Sure enough, the sting of the skull subsided.

"Are you Chen Xing?" A clear and translucent voice came from the fog. The tone is arrogant, but it doesn't make people feel offended, which is taken for granted.

"Yes, my Majesty the Queen." Chen Xing replied. The other party did not call him Chen Erliu, but his real name, and he was not surprised by this. It is too easy for a king-level powerhouse in a high position to check his information.

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow on the high platform suddenly pulled up several feet high, as if a cloudy wind was blowing, and the candle flame shook wildly. Chen Xing only felt tens of thousands of silver needles exploded on his scalp, and the pain made him almost roll around with his head.

Nima!

He cursed secretly in his heart, completely unaware of what he had said wrong. He only said eight words in total, and six of them are nouns. Why did the other party have such a big killing intent?

In the next second, the wind was calm, and the killing intent disappeared.

Nima, are you crazy!

Surprised, Chen Xing was all upset. But he was unhappy, and he definitely didn't dare to show the slightest unhappiness.

"Why do you make up your mind and I will save you?" the voice in the mist asked.

Scalp again

It started to hurt.

"Because..." Chen Xing quickly thought about the appropriate wording. He couldn't say that he came back through time and space. He had the foresight, right? A light flashed through his mind, and he continued, "The queen is the incarnation of justice!"

When he said this, he only felt that his teeth were sour, and the sourness went into his bones.

"Oh?"

"Incarnation of justice?"

"Hehe~"

There was a frivolous laughter in the fog. Obviously, Triliss is very happy now, so he is safe. But before Xin had time to put it down, the hall was full of wind and candlelights.

"Are you mocking me!"

The voice became low and gloomy, as if suppressed full of anger, and volcanoes would erupt at any time.

Chen Xing's feet were soft, almost begging for mercy. But his perception of danger tells him that if he really does this, there will be no bones left in the next second. Immediately converged, meditated on various spiritual chicken soups, life perceptions, and resisted the murderous aura that was so suffocating.

"Queen's justice is justice."

He said calmly.

The wind stopped and the candle was burning slowly.

Although it is safe for the time being, Chen Xing did not dare to neglect, hanging half of his heart, ready to deal with the sudden catastrophe at any time.

"You are very smart."

"but……"

The scalp started to tingle again.

"I hate smart men."

"and so……"

Chen Xing's brain was so painful that he would undoubtedly die if he continued like this. He made a decisive decision and asked first, "So you want to kill me?"

He is making a big bet, and the bet is his life. If Trilis wants to kill him, then he asks in the right direction. In this way, Triliss will make a decision in the opposite direction in order to show her brilliance.

After a long silence, the sound in the fog sounded again.

"Now everyone in the city is talking, saying that I have accepted a male pet."

"What do you think about this?"

Finally, the core question was asked.

Chen Xing pondered for a moment, and replied, "The truth of the matter is actually not important."

"Then what is important?" the voice in the mist asked.

"The important thing is how many people are convinced." Chen Xing stared at the figure in the fog and said slowly, "In our hometown, there is a story like this..."

Then, he told the other side the story of Zhao Gao's accusation of Qin II. The general idea is to use something that seems ridiculous to establish your majesty.

In essence, Cuilisi is Zhao Gao who intends to usurp the throne, and Qin II is the old king. However, this Zhao Gao is the invincible version, and Qin II is the Higurashi Xishan version, so it's clear who is the best.

"Your story is very enlightening," said the voice in the fog. As a person in the red earth world, I have never heard the allusions on the earth, so I feel very fresh.

"Thanks Queen." Chen Xing nodded.

"But I still want to kill you."

The last sentence is still a compliment, and the next sentence is not someone said. Chen Xing cursed secretly in his heart, but he said, "The monarch wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die."

"Then you can kill yourself."

The sound in the fog is relaxed and casual, like saying a trivial thing.

Chen Xing was caught off guard, his face changed drastically, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then pulled out the ripper that the old black monster gave him.

The blade was shimmering in the cold, reflecting the beating candlelight.

"I'm just a small person, it's not a pity to die, but when I die, everyone in the world will think that your majesty is scared." After finishing speaking, he grabbed the knife and pierced his throat, thinking silently in his heart, "No, Don't take it seriously!"

When the blade was a few centimeters away from the throat, Chen Xing's movements suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the knife was suspended in the air, unable to advance.

A fit body, leather clothes and leather pants, hot, slender and strong hands were grasping his wrists, preventing him from self-determination.

"I know your sincerity, go back."

The voice in the fog is cold and arrogant, without any emotion.

"Xie Queen." Chen Xing nodded, then got up and left. The movements are smooth, not rush or slow.

Outside the Qianzhu Hall, Abel sent Chen Xing onto the carriage. The groom slapped his whip, and the horse moved forward slowly in small steps. After ten or twenty minutes, the palace group was exited along the garden path.

"call……"

Seeing the gate of the imperial palace at the rear gradually moved away, Chen Xing exhaled a long breath. Only then did he realize that his entire back was soaked with cold sweat. He is not a person who is afraid of death, but it is too humble to die like this.