Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

Jun Chenbi's eyes were slightly scarlet, and there seemed to be evil intentions in his eyes, "Why, the champion wants to intercede for this maid?"

"It's not impossible, but what is the champion going to exchange?"

In front of everyone, Jun Chenbi's words seemed to be flirting with Qin Ge.

It's just that all the palace people present were panicked by the emperor's wrath, except for Qin Ge, no one noticed this strangeness.

Seeing the tyrant's state, Qin Ge knew that he was not normal, he was a bit crazy.

Seeing the palace people kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, the young man in the scarlet robe stepped forward and came to the emperor's side, knowing that the palace people dared not raise their heads to peek at this moment, he boldly held the tyrant quietly With one finger, he used his own breath and actions to soothe him, noticing the slight stiffness of the tyrant's body, he spoke in a clear voice: "May I have a private talk with Your Majesty?"

Everyone was surprised.

No one has dared to negotiate terms with His Majesty.

Even if His Majesty has a lot of trust in Zhuangyuanlang, Zhuangyuanlang is...too presumptuous, right?

What's more, for a maid in the palace, is it worth him contradicting the emperor?

When the palace maid heard the tyrant's order to cut off her hands, she rolled her eyes and passed out. She must have regretted it.

"You step back." The emperor said.

All the people in the imperial garden retreated in an instant, including the maid who fainted from fright, and was half dragged and half supported to walk away.

In a blink of an eye, only Qin Ge and Jun Chenbi were left here.

Under the cover of wide sleeves, the hands of the two were intertwined. In other words, Qin Ge unilaterally grabbed the tyrant's fingers and held them, but the tyrant never responded.

He wasn't in the character of begging for nothing, he more or less meant to make some expedient measures just now, there was no one else at the moment, the two of them were no longer monarchs and ministers, Qin Ge was about to let go of Jun Chenbi's hand.

In other words, throwing it away, the words are more precise.

Well, throw it away when you're done using it.

However, before Qin Ge could make a move, the tyrant seemed to have sensed his thoughts one step ahead of time, and Jun Chenbi grabbed the delicate and thin white wrist bone with his backhand, pushing him against the pillar of the pavilion.

"Did I pamper you too much?" Jun Chenbi spoke in a deep voice, with a taste of not being able to distinguish between emotions and anger.

The slender, jade-white fingers rubbed inch by inch from the boy's cheeks to the side of his neck, lingering continuously on the light blue aorta of his neck.

Qin Ge had the feeling that his lifeline was easily in the opponent's hands.

He didn't like it very much.

Qin Ge slightly frowned, he knew what the tyrant was going crazy, it was just that he was jealous when he saw that he had physical contact with that maid.

However, in Qin Ge's view, there was really no need to be jealous.

Qin Ge decided not to care about the possessive tyrant, but to explain, "Your Majesty, that was just a..."

Before he could say the word accident, Qin Ge felt his clothes loosen.

Qin Ge was startled, "Your Majesty can't..."

In the next second, Qin Ge's eyes suddenly went dark.

Blinded by Jun Chenbi with a belt.

"It's better to stop talking with your mouth, there is no one I like to listen to." Jun Chenbi pinched the young man's white chin, and used forceful means to make him shut up.

Qin Ge was speechless for a moment, and could only make a slight whimper in his throat.

If you really don't want to hear what you don't want to hear from this mouth, you have to stop it.

A scarlet color flashed across Jun Chenbi's eyes.