Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 500 – Confident

"My lord? Is there anything else I need to tell my subordinates?"

Zhao Qingmei saw Luo Jialan staring at her in a daze, and subconsciously felt that the other party was holding back some evil tricks to punish her.

Looking at Zhao Qingmei's face that was as humble as dust, she suddenly felt that everything she did was like hitting cotton with a heavy fist, extremely powerless.

"Go away~"

She kissed her red lips, trying to conceal the hesitation and confusion in her heart. She didn't understand why she was afraid of a dog in the water.

"Follow your orders!"

Zhao Qingmei's performance was too humble and docile, so much so that she even nitpicked, but still couldn't find any mistakes or omissions that could give her a fatal blow.

Everything is too calm, but it is like the calm before the storm, there are no mistakes or omissions, and there is no dissatisfaction. This is the biggest anomaly. What is Zhao Qingmei planning?
On the first day of June, the torrential rain continued for a whole day. When Zhao Qingmei asked Sikong Que to deliver dinner during lunch, he could bring the supper along with him. There was no need to come to deliver the supper in the rain .

Originally, I wanted him to not even have to bring lunch, just call one of Zhao Xi and Zhao De to come, but Zhao Qingmei's eating Sikong Que never pretended to others.For this, he is terribly paranoid.

Knowing that his wife was worried that his severe typhoid fever in the past few days would aggravate his condition due to the night rain and cold, in order not to worry her, Si Kongque could only make a compromise according to his wife's wishes, and included dinner and supper together. send it.

Due to the impact of the torrential rain, very few people entered and exited the west gate tonight. Zhao Qingmei was lazing by the city gate in a coir raincoat. The rain was so heavy that Luo Jialan had slipped home early before dinner, so She doesn't have to worry that she will come out and make trouble.

There are two more hours to go, and I don't know if Sikong Que's typhoid fever will show signs of improvement, and whether he needs to go to the pharmacy next door to cook some herbs on credit.

Suddenly, a sad sound of wooden fish passed through the rain curtain, and came from the night with an evil tune.

Zhao Qingmei put the halberd in his hand by the door, and immediately took out the saber from his waist.Her expression froze, as if she was about to rush into the rain curtain.

"Be careful, it's a person from the Jianghu, I feel murderous."

"Don't go head-to-head with the opponent. You must know that the casualty rate of the Ximen guards is so alarming because of these people in the world who pick quarrels and cause trouble."

The experienced Chen Ying stopped Zhao Qingmei behind her. As a senior, she felt that she had an obligation to protect a novice, Zhao Qingmei, behind her.

"Sister Chen, thank you. The other party is here to find me. To be precise, this person is here to seek revenge. It may hurt innocent people, so you leave first."

"No, let's go together! Although I am a reckless man, I also know how to write loyalty."

Chen Ying couldn't help but hide Zhao Qingmei behind her back, staring at the dark rain curtain with high alertness.

Seeing that the other party insisted on staying to die, Zhao Qingmei stretched out a hand while being moved, and knocked Chen Ying unconscious with a hand knife, and immediately carried her to a corner to hide when she was about to faint.

"What are you doing pretending to be? Come out soon!"

She exudes awe-inspiring murderous aura, and soon a middle-aged monk sits on a huge wooden fish and descends from the sky.

"An Xiao, I haven't seen you for a few years, so don't come here without any problems."

"The obscene monk Qi Nian, what's the matter? I didn't beat him to death back then, but now you want to send me to make up for the regrets of the past?"

Zhao Qingmei was slightly surprised, she didn't expect that the other party would call her by her title in Jianghu, so she simply released all the hidden internal energy, no longer pretending to be a weak person.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor had too much thought of killing. After death, he was condemned to the eighteen hells of Avici, and he will suffer from the karmic fire of that hell forever."

"Heh, when you ruined the innocence of those innocent men, why can't you remember that you are a compassionate monk?"

"An Xiao, I didn't expect your real identity to be Zhao Qingmei, the treacherous prime minister. Today we will eliminate harm for the people and destroy you."

A gust of wind rushed towards Zhao Qingmei's face, she dodged lightly, but saw a woman in pink wearing half of her face with red makeup, while the other half of her face was covered by terrifying black scales.

"Ghosty Ji! You still have the guts to step into Fanjing without authorization!"

"Back then when you came to Fanjing City to arrest the poisonous boy, I cut your cheek with a sword. At that time, you knelt and swore that you would never step into Fanjing City again, otherwise you would die!"

"What? You can't count your heart demon vows?"

Before the woman in pink could answer, several figures with strong inner strength came through the rain. After careful identification, she suddenly found that they were all her enemies in the world.

"Heh, they're all here! Let's send you to hell together!"

Although Zhao Qingmei said that the clouds are calm and the wind is light, as if she has a plan in her chest, but the hand holding the long sword is stiff, such a big hand, almost gathered all her old enemies in the rivers and lakes in one place overnight, so I can't wait It must be Zhong Liyao who wanted her to die.

It's just that her identity as a dark owl is extremely secretive, few people know about it, and who betrayed her real identity to Zhong Liyao?
It's too late to think about it, I'm afraid it will be more or less auspicious today, Zhao Qingmei is glad that Sikong Que didn't send the supper tonight, otherwise he might be troubled.

"An Xiao, who do you think I brought?"

The obscene monk Qi Nian carried a silver-haired man in a black robe from the hollow wooden fish, stretched out a hand to walk on the man with lewd eyes.

"Qi Nian, you are courting death!"

Through the rain curtain that blurred her vision, Zhao Qingmei didn't dare to be 100% sure that it was Sikong Que, but she didn't dare to take the risk of gambling. If it was really Sikong Que, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

She swung the long sword, poured her inner strength into the tip of the sword, and rushed to Sikong Que's side with a stride, and between the two were several murderous ghostly figures.

In the blink of an eye, Kisakiji only felt a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and then caressed her neck in horror, the gurgling blood had dyed her pink clothes a dazzling scarlet.

Qi Nian, who was originally extremely arrogant, saw that something was wrong, hurriedly left the fainted Sikong Que and fled into the rain curtain.

"Husband!"

Zhao Qingmei rushed to Sikong Que's side with a stride, and hugged him tightly in his arms, who was weak in breath.

No, this breath is wrong, this person is not Sikong Que, but it was too late for her to react.

"Mr. Thousand Faces!"

She only felt that the meridians all over her body were broken in an instant, and the piercing pain pervaded her whole body. Unable to restrain the sweetness in her throat, she let out a muffled snort, and spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood.

"How about it, did you imitate it perfectly? For today, I followed your side-husband for more than a month. I have practiced every frown, smile, and even facial expressions and postures thousands of times. It really pays off."

"Qianmian, is it done?"

The obscene monk Qi Nian who pretended to escape appeared again, and he kicked Zhao Qingmei who was lying motionless on the ground.

(End of this chapter)