Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

Mu Ci secretly admired Helan Yu's professionalism. What's the difference between this and drinking until someone vomits because of business at the dinner table?

Is he that kind of person?

Mu Ci waved to the waiter, "Waiter, give me some chicken noodle soup!"

"I'll be there right away!" The waiter went there immediately after hearing the order.

"Have some chicken noodle soup later." Mu Ci poured him some sour plum soup.

Helan Yu looked at Mu Ci with burning eyes, his admiration was as deep as the abyss, he did not hide it, "Thank you for your help, Lord Governor."

Qi Xiang put down his chopsticks and said seriously in his mind, "Mu Ci, can't you see? The look in Helan Yu's eyes shows that he likes you!"

Mu Ci: "According to your theory, then the couples in TV and movies are real?"

Qi Xiang: "That's definitely not the case, they are all acting, there are very few real couples."

Mu Ci: "Do you think the way they look at each other when they are acting is full of affection and passion?"

Qi Xiang fell into deep thought, "If you like someone, but don't even use eye contact as a reference, how do you know if he loves you?"

Mu Ci: "People gather because of profit, and they also disperse because of profit. If you have to choose between losing your own interests and your lover, and you can still firmly choose your lover, then you really love each other."

Qi Xiang seemed to understand, "But what is the standard for measuring personal interests?"

Mu Ci thought for a moment, "Just like in the last small world, Du Zai knew that falling in love with me would lead to his eternal damnation, but he still chose me."

Qixiang didn't continue chatting, and Mu Ci wanted to get on the ferry to another small world.

After the meal, they left the Juxian Building contentedly, looked at the sun, and estimated that it was already nine o'clock.

"Sir, do you know what happened last night?" Helan Yu's complexion had returned to normal by now, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Last night? What happened?" Mu Ci looked at Zhao Deyang, who also had a confused expression on his face.

Helan Yue got closer to him and was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted.

"May I ask if you are the governor of the Western Factory?"

Mu Ci frowned and looked at the person who asked the question loudly. He was dressed in pure black, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sturdy build, and held a short sword in his hand.

This sword is too delicate for him.

Zhao Deyang tightly grasped the embroidered spring sword at his side, took a step forward, and spoke loudly, "Who are you, sir? Why don't you greet the governor?"

The other party held the short sword and clasped his fists, "I am He Linfeng, who is ranked tenth on the latest master rankings. I would like to challenge the governor and learn a few moves from him."

Mu Ci suddenly remembered the ranking of masters in the Huashi Building that he had just heard, and he was ranked first.

Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually panicking inside.

Not to mention the tenth place, even if he is the hundredth place, he can't beat others now.

He quickly called out to Qixiang in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Does the first place have to accept challenges from others?"

Qi Xiang: "This wasn't written in detail in the original plot, I just found out about it!"

Mu Ci: "Can I request to use a cheat?"

Qi Xiang answered seriously: "Of course he can, but the whole process will take him half an hour. This martial art requires internal strength, and it takes time."

Mu Ci: "No! Half an hour, maybe even ten minutes."

Thinking of this, he immediately and quietly took a small step back.

When Helan Yu caught a glimpse of this quiet little movement, the corners of his lips lifted up imperceptibly.

As soon as the two of them finished talking, Zhao Deyang and He Linfeng started fighting.

"If you want to challenge the governor, you have to get past me first!" Zhao Deyang drew his sword and slashed at the opponent.

He Linfeng's eyes flashed, and he grasped the scabbard to block Zhao Deyang's knife.

Then there was a flash of white light, and the sword was unsheathed, attacking Zhao Deyang. It was a real flash of swords and shadows, and the two of them moved very fast. Mu Ci couldn't see the moves clearly, let alone who had the upper hand.

Mu Ci was secretly worried: "Qi Xiang, can Zhao Deyang beat him?"

Qi Xiang was standing beside Mu Ci, and the two were talking in their sea of ​​consciousness.

"Zhao Deyang seems to be ranked 20th on the list. I don't think we can beat him."

As soon as Qi Xiang finished speaking, Zhao Deyang was kicked back by the other party and fell to the ground.

Qi Xiang: "Oh my god, Mu Ci, let's run!"

Mu Ci's body was tense and his hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife. He looked at the crowds of people gathered at the entrance of Juxian Building.

He couldn't leave, or he would be exposed.

If he didn't leave, he would die by the enemy's sword.

Just as I was hesitating whether to leave or not, Helan Yu spoke.

"You little scoundrels, how can you compare yourself to the Western Factory Supervisor just because you want to?"

As he said that, he attacked the opponent.

Mu Ci took two steps back in fear and asked Qi Xiang directly: "What is the second prince's ranking?"

Qixiang thought about it seriously and realized that the second prince’s name did not seem to be in the top 50 of the list.

"Helan Yu can't even rank in the top 50." Qi Xiang said solemnly.

Seeing Helan Yu fighting with the opponent with the folding fan, Mu Ci had already decided the winner in his mind, and even thought of the lines for his excuse later.

He had predicted the wrong result. In just two or three minutes, Helan Yu had already pressed the open folding fan against the other person's neck.

The opponent's sword had been knocked to the ground, a dozen feet away from him.

Mu Ci opened his eyes wide, "Qi Xiang, you must have made a mistake!"

Qi Xiang scratched the back of his head and frowned, "Impossible, I checked again, and Helan Yu is indeed not in the top 50!"

Mu Ci: "I know. He is a hidden model."

"You are overestimating yourself!" There was murderous intent in Helan Yu's eyes. The next moment he waved his folding fan, and blood gushed out from the opponent's neck.

Then he fell to the ground, covering his neck with his hands, twitching, and soon he was motionless.

The street, which was once bustling, was now so quiet.

Helan Yu took the handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on the fan elegantly, and then threw the handkerchief away.

He glanced at the crowd and shouted, "From now on, anyone who wants to challenge Mu Ci, the governor of the Western Factory, must first get past me, Helan Yu!"

The second prince looks approachable and extremely gentle to others, but he is actually a hidden ruthless character.

Mu Ci took a deep breath and pretended to be cool! The West Factory Supervisor cannot lose!

He then ordered his subordinates with a look of disdain: "Clean up the scene! Everyone disperse! Stop blocking the road!"

Then, he came forward to Helan Yu and said, "Thank you, Second Prince, for helping me out."

Helan Yu looked at him gently, "You are welcome, Lord Governor."

"Goodbye!" Mu Ci said and wanted to get on the carriage and slip away. This hidden model looked a bit dangerous.

"The ranking list has just been released today, and there may be some ignorant people who will challenge me. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to ride in the same carriage with you, so that I can do my best to help you."

Helan Yu's words were sincere and his attitude was pious.

Mu Ci weighed it over and felt that what he said made sense, so he could only agree reluctantly.

After entering the carriage, the two sat facing each other.

Mu Ci suddenly remembered a fatal incident.

Inside, he called out to Qi Xiang: "Do I have the strength in my body now?"

Qixiang: “No.”

Thinking of this, Qixiang suddenly looked inside the carriage.

Mu Ci closed his eyes, and Helan Yu knew for sure that he had no internal strength.

Yesterday in the Imperial Garden, I deliberately gave him a whip and asked him to beat Lu Jia. Then, I gave him apricot blossoms and held his wrist to test whether he had any internal strength.

That’s why He Linfeng directly blocked the challenge for him today.

What was his purpose? To threaten him, to win him over?

Helan Yanzhuo, who slept in the same bed with him, also knew about it, so he took the whip and beat Lu Jia yesterday!

Helan Yu's martial arts skills are so advanced, but he hid his strength yesterday. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

While reviewing the situation, Mu Ci suddenly felt someone sitting next to him. When he opened his eyes, he met Helan Yu's somewhat strange gaze.

He was frightened and moved aside.

Helan Yanzhuo! Come and save me!