Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 695 Disguise as a man: My uncle is a ghost (115)

His face is like a god, and his red clothes are like fire, as if he wants to melt the ice and snow behind him, but his eyebrows are clear and cold. The monarch felt a little depressed and breathless.

A snow-white little fox squatted on his shoulders, the little fox's puffy pads pressed against his side face, and the pointed ears kept moving and moved close to his ears.

It was like he was whispering to him.

Gong Sheng and the King of Southern Jin naturally didn't know that this little fox was Bai Zhen, much less that she was just whispering.

"Uncle Huang, kill Gong Sheng first, so that the miasma in the forest can dissipate."

The man gave a light 'en', casually played with the long sword in his hand, as if he had just seen the two in the imperial study, and smiled coldly, "Yo, why are you two together? It’s hard to stop thinking about it.”

Gong Sheng was completely panicked.

"Bie Yu! Why didn't you remind this hall when King Heng came?"

The voice in Consciousness Sea was gloomy: [The detection system has been attacked. 】

Gong Sheng was a little furious, "What should I do now! King Heng came to the door in person, and I couldn't wash it out if I jumped into the Yellow River this time! How did he know I was here? Hey, Bie Yu, talk! What should I do?"

Bie Yu Xu was annoyed by his arguing, and roared: [Enough! You have to use the functions of the system yourself. Now that you are good, the task has not been completed at all. Not only did Gong Jin not die, but you also set yourself on fire. This is all self-inflicted! You should also accept your punishment! 】

When Gong Sheng heard this, his face turned pale.

"Bie Yu, Bie Yu? What are you talking about, why can't this hall understand? That kind of miasma can kill tens of thousands of soldiers. How could she be okay? Impossible! You must be mistaken! It must be!"

Bie Yu sneered: [Whatever you say, I have decided to give up on you. 】

Gong Sheng was completely panicked when he heard this.

"Bie Yu, Bie Yu! You can't go! This hall, I, what I just said was just angry words, listen to me, we still have a chance!"

He desperately spoke in the sea of ​​consciousness, but there was no response.

And Ye Nanfeng had already walked up to him.

The little fox on his shoulders arched up, as if he was always ready to stretch out his little paws to scratch him.

Ye Nanfeng stretched out his left hand and gently brushed Gong Sheng's front, with a calm voice, "You are really my good imperial nephew. This battle has been fought for nearly three months, and there have been countless casualties. Your credit."

Gong Sheng's lower lip couldn't stop trembling, but he still pulled out a decent smile and said, "Uncle, you misunderstood, I'm actually here to negotiate."

"Oh?" The man raised his brows, his long and narrow eyes narrowed lightly, and his voice was as cold as usual, "Why does this king think that you are here to discuss how to deal with Dayan?"

Gong Sheng immediately denied it, "How is that possible? Of course this hall won't--"

He stopped abruptly.

He didn't even see how Ye Nanfeng raised his sword, his face gradually turned hideous, his fingers trembled as if he wanted to point at him, but he only lifted half of it before he died and lay down on the ground.

"Collaborating with the enemy and treason is an unforgivable death penalty." Ye Nanfeng said.

The King of Southern Jin was so frightened that his legs softened, he slumped back to his seat, and shouted out loudly, "Someone! Come on! There are assassins!"