The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

The Palace of Chen Kingdom in the night is solemn and lonely.

The towering palaces crouched in the dark, like ancient beasts sleeping, once they are awakened, they will open their huge eyes and open their huge mouths to swallow people into their abdomen.

However, the owner of the palace has no such worries. Striding like the wind, wearing through the thick night, flying clothes, boots stepping on wanton and excited rhythm.

Shaoyin followed Pei Jiufeng with a few small buckets.

The palace people all stopped, and there were no busy figures on the long palace road, which seemed empty and silent.

Only the servants of the palace beside Pei Jiufeng, who drew the lights and followed him, were scrupulous about Pei Jiufeng's mood.

The autumn wind swept over the fallen leaves and rolled over the empty and narrow palace roads, making a rustling sound.

Shao Yin felt a little cold and shrank his shoulders.

The timing of her dressing was not coincidental, the original owner came to invite pets, and she wore very little. In the late autumn night, only two layers of tulle were put on, which was not enough.

Fortunately, all the way to the Xuanming Palace, Pei Jiufeng walked extremely fast in excitement. Shaoyin had no leg length, so he had to speed up his pace, but his body gradually became steamy.

Not long after, a group of people arrived in front of Xuanming Hall.

This is the place where the emperor and the courtiers met. The magnificent palace was built on steps, and it became more and more solemn and not to be desecrated.

"It's here." Upon arriving at the entrance of Xuanming Hall, Pei Jiufeng stood aside, pointed at an area, his eyes flickered, "Draw it!"

Shaoyin took a look, hoo!

It was ten times the area of ​​his bedroom.

Don't be afraid of the cold now.

After painting these, she still had to sweat on her forehead.

"Yes." Shaoyin replied, and then put the keg of seasoning within reach, picked up the brush, and bent over to paint on the ground.

Pei Jiufeng was quite interested, and stood aside with his hand held down, watching her behavior.

The palace people lined up with a wink, illuminating this area with lanterns so that Shaoyin could not see clearly and draw mistakes.

Once Pei Jiufeng is unhappy, not only Shaoyin will die, but they will also be buried with them.

The front of the hall was empty, Yuehui calmly spilled, and the light reflected from the lantern was enough for Shaoyin to see clearly.

The paint in the small bucket was not enough, and Shaoyin secretly ordered the ash to be added. Pei Jiufeng was excited at the moment, but he didn't pay attention to the problem of enough paint. Moreover, the gray gray was not added all at once, but a little bit was added, which was not eye-catching.

After painting most of the night, I finally finished an abyss graffiti.

At this time, the sky was already dark. Soon, the courtiers will come.

Shaoyin put the brush into the depleted bucket, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Pei Jiufeng and said, "The emperor, fortunately not humiliating his life."

Pei Jiufeng has stood far away.

Since the abyss first appeared in its embryonic form, the pitch-black scene, which seemed to devour human souls, let him know that it was fake, and he didn't get close anymore.

At this moment, looking at the exquisite and magnificent giant graffiti with the slight sky light, the young man's eyes were shining brightly.

"Okay." Without sleeping all night, his clear voice became dry and dumb, "Gu is very satisfied."

Shaoyin bowed her head softly and stood aside.

"Go down." Pei Jiufeng watched the abyss graffiti and waved to her without looking up.

"Yes." Shao Yin said softly, carrying the keg and leaving, intending to catch up.

And Pei Jiufeng not only drove away Shaoyin, but also the palace people who served personally.

He himself stood in front of the temple, looking at the abyss graffiti with fear and fondness, his eyes gleaming.

Not long after, a courtier appeared on the square in front of the temple, and Pei Jiufeng retracted his gaze and disappeared behind a pillar.

The courtiers arrived at about the same time.

Almost 80% of the courtiers came at the same time.

Hundreds of people appeared in the square in front of the temple, like sesame seeds scattered on white paper, not very eye-catching.

It was not until they gradually walked up the steps and came to Xuanming Hall that they became crowded.

"This, what is this?!"

Someone tremblingly pointed and asked when seeing the graffiti in front of Xuanming Hall.

"what?"

"Ah! There is something wrong with Xuanming Hall!"

"This is, when did it happen?!"

The graffiti was so lifelike that it felt like being on the scene. The ministers didn't realize that it was fake.

When there are more people, there are those who are good at Danqing, and see some signs, take off their boots and throw them forward!

"boom!"

The boots fell on the ground.

silence.

silence.

"After all, it was actually drawn?" Someone was surprised.

"Who drew this?"

"This person is so bold!"

When everyone was excited, Pei Jiufeng, who was hidden behind the pillars, appeared.

There was always a smile on the face of the shady bird.

He was born beautifully, and he was in a good mood this time, his smile washed away from the haze, and the light of the sun made him even more beautiful.

The courtiers couldn't help but stare blankly.

Several people showed their obsession.

This is one of Pei Jiufeng's personal settings.

He is very beautiful.

But as beautiful as he is, he hates his beauty as much.

In the script, the heroine is not obsessed with him, the only expression in his eyes is appreciation, and the light in his eyes is clear and clear, making him take a high look.

So accordingly, the obsessive look of the courtiers angered him.

The smile suddenly disappeared, and he returned to the yin bird and violence of the past, and even the blood in his eyes surged.

Slowly walked to the ministers, with a cold voice like a poisonous snake whistling a letter: "How does Aiqing feel about being alone?"

Several ministers shivered.

Who didn't know that the emperor showed this expression and wanted to kill someone?

Cautiously, he said: "Well, very good?"

"Is this lonely face only worthy of the word "very good"?" Pei Jiufeng suddenly lowered his face, and said in a hostile manner: "There are eyes but no beads! What use is it!"

The minister's heart is tense!

Immediately afterwards, I heard Pei Jiufeng shout: "Come here! Goug Jin Yanghou's eyes!"

"The emperor is forgiving!" Jin Yanghou shouted.

Others also interceded, but it was useless, and the tyrant never listened to it.

He looked at another minister again: "Wu'anhou, how is the orphan life?"

Wu'anhou trembled and his voice trembled fiercely: "Gather the colors of the world! Gather the brilliance of all things! No one can match, words can't describe in case!"

"A clever tongue is like a spring." Pei Jiufeng said lightly, "Lonely is not happy to argue with cleverness. Come here, pull out Wu'anhou's tongue!"

With a buzz in his head, Wu Anhou hurriedly knelt down and wailed: "The emperor forgive me! The emperor forgive me!"

Pei Jiufeng didn't even look at him, and then looked at another courtier.

The minister's face was like a waterfall of sweat. How dare to say anything, I saw the devil walking towards him with red eyes, then rolled his eyes and fainted!

"Sneer!" Pei Jiufeng smiled contemptuously, "So courageous, is also worthy of being my minister of the State of Chen?"

With a stern expression, he shouted: "Come here! Pull down this person with wine and rice bags and behead!"

That adult didn't pretend to be dizzy, but was really shocked.

It was so ignorant that he was dragged down and beheaded.

The other courtiers interceded, it was useless.

One by one, grief and despair.

At the time of the dynasty, several courtiers advised that the conscription should not be continued. There are very few young and middle-aged people in the country. There are no people to cultivate the fields. The economy cannot develop, and the treasury is empty. Chen will decline and be dragged by Pei Jiufeng's orders. Go out and play the board.

He wanted to kill.

But today he has dug one's eyes, cut one's tongue, and cut another's head. If he kills another person, there will be no one in the hall.

He is like a tiger in captivity, thinking about **** his prey.

Shaoyin wakes up until noon.

As soon as I woke up, I heard a squeaky voice: "Something happened! Something happened!"

Tell her the brutal behavior of Pei Jiufeng.

Mengmeng's electronic voice trembled: "He, he is too violent..."

Shaoyin sat on the bed without moving for a while.

There was no expression on his face.

Indifferently said: "Do you still think the male and female protagonists don't hate it?"

Huihui didn't speak.

When it read the script, it did not describe the content of the tyrant positively. In a narrative way, he said he was cruel, the people were afraid of him, he stopped children crying at night, and the women who crawled on the bed were all killed by him, etc., a lot of pages were written about his gentleness and tolerance to the heroine, so spoiled, then sweet.

However, outside of the plot, in the real environment that has not been described with more pen and ink, Pei Jiufeng's words and deeds make Huihui extremely uncomfortable.

It seems that the male protagonists of the first two worlds are not so hateful anymore.

"Let's discuss it." Shao Yin said, "Tonight, you will weave a dream for Pei Jiufeng."

After hearing the content of her dream, Huihui shook her head hurriedly and said: "No way, no way! He is the male lead, I can't hurt him!"

It used to impose an illusion on the male protagonist. When Shaoyin didn't want to serve the Dog Emperor, it let the Dog Emperor do it alone. That kind of illusion is harmless, so it is feasible.

If Pei Jiufeng had a nightmare, it would hurt him, and it had no authority.

"Okay." Shaoyin was not disappointed, and said flatly: "Then I have to come by myself."

Huihui was taken aback, and she couldn't help but tremble: "You, what did you say?"

Shao Yin repeated: "I'll do it myself."

What did she come by herself?

Huihui didn't dare to think about it, but its huge set of programs was involuntarily calculated, and the answer was instantly obtained-she wanted to impose a fantasy on Pei Jiufeng.

How can this be?

She has this ability?

Huihui couldn't help checking her soul value again. At this look, my heart is cold.

Soul value, 10.

The passing line is 800.

If you want to be a fast wearer and enter a small world, you can't do without a tough and powerful soul. When Huihui picked up Shaoyin, the measured soul value was 1200.

There are only 10 left now? Who believes it? !

It didn't know what happened to her, and it didn't even dare to think about her origins. I want her to stop messing around, but I feel terrified and can't speak.

The day passed quickly.

As night fell, Shao Yin went to bed undressed, ready to rest.

The moment she closed her eyes, her soul value fluctuated, but quickly stabilized at 10.

Huihui was curious about what she had done, but the character's dreams could not be monitored by it. He was itchy and unable to do it, so he hugged her toys around.

Just wait for tomorrow morning to ask Shaoyin nicely.

Pei Jiufeng never dreams.

He doesn't sleep well, he suffers from insomnia most of the time, and occasionally wakes up very quickly when he falls asleep.

Therefore, as soon as he dreamed, he realized it.

He knew he was dreaming.

Not afraid, but rather curious.

He found that he had become Jinyanghou.

"He" was in front of the Xuanming Hall, trembling very uselessly, and vomited out: "Very, very good?"

Opposite him was the young emperor with stunning looks and ruthless look.

With a calm face, he said in a hostile manner: "This lonely face is only worthy of the word ‘Very Good’?"

"With eyes but no beads! What's the point!"

"Come here! Goug Jin Yanghou's eyes!"

Immediately, a guard stepped forward and dragged him.

Pei Jiufeng struggled subconsciously, these bold things dare to offend him!

"Are you dissatisfied with Gu's decision?" The face that he is very familiar with and disgusted with, at this moment is more hostile, staring at him coldly and brutally, "Come here! Scrape off Jin Yanghou's arms inch by inch. !"

Pei Jiufeng's eyes widened suddenly!

"Bold!"

However, his struggle was relentlessly suppressed.

He was kicked on his knees, and his knees slammed on the ground, making a muffled sound. Someone reached out and dug his eyeballs.

"Stop! You are so bold!" he shouted angrily.

But these struggles were of no avail, and his eyes were poached. Although it was in a dream, the pain was clearly presented, and the sharp and severe pain made him scream, "Ah--"

"It's annoying!" Losing his eyes, his world was scarlet, and he only heard a familiar and cold voice from the front, "cut his tongue!"

Pei Jiufeng struggled violently, but was pinched by a strong palm of his jaw, and the cold and sharp blade entered his mouth and cut off his tongue.

Severe pain!

Pei Jiufeng was sweating with pain!

Howling, almost rolling all over the floor, he was startled and terrified, and said to himself: "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up alone!"

The five senses in the dream are dull and vague, which is common sense. In dreams, it is impossible to have intense pain. If so, he will wake up in the next moment. This is also common sense.

By the way, Pei Jiufeng almost rolled in pain, but couldn't wake up!

Next, his arms were straightened, his sleeves were raised, and the cold blade made his hair stand up.

Ling Chi waited for him.