(Book 1) Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Arc 6_65 {End}

The Regent’s Little Emperor

When the youth saw her like this, he knew that he was a detestable counterfeit, not even half a point as relaxed as she was.

He obeyed her instructions and dazedly exchanged clothes with her.

Then Bai Weiwei scattered the soul snatching powder and knocked him out.

Bai Weiwei wore the dragon robe and crown. The jade bead curtain covered the upper half of her face.

She sat on the throne, her body as straight as a board, her eyes indifferent and her face tranquil.

“Tongtong, we’re going to die.”

System: “You’ve died so many times. Are you not used to it?”

Bai Weiwei sighed. “No, it’s just that the six months’ time isn’t up for another few days. I’m worried that when I die today, the minimum life subsistence guarantee will activate.”

Before time was up, the minimum life subsistence guarantee could activate at any time.

Deduct a few more days, and she wouldn’t even need to go back. Just directly blow up.

System: “Very painful. I’m worried you can’t bear it.”

Bai Weiwei: “I also can’t bear that I have to suffer. I’m poor, ah.”

Poor people not only lack the qualification to fall in love, but they also can’t even be comfortable.

The system silently glanced at the life subsistence grid, then, after a moment of hesitation, blocked it.

The pain of an arrow piercing the body was too agonizing.

Other than the life subsistence guarantee, it had nothing else.

It flipped through the discount market and halfheartedly said, “Okay, it’s turned off.”

Bai Weiwei laughed. “You’re so nice to me, Tong.”

The system just smiled and said, what’s this between us1, ah.

It turned out that the next thing Bai Weiwei said was, “You wouldn’t deduct my life points to secretly buy snacks.”

System: “…between us, am I that kind of system?”

Yes, it was that kind of system.

Xie Yunting, dressed in the armor he wore when he took over the palace, rode on a black horse and led the army through the open palace gates.

His eyes were cold. In his hands was the same bow from that day when, under the red plum tree, Bai Weiwei brought out the bow to shoot him.

Today was the real beginning for him and her.

He stepped into the palace and saw the main hall through the palace doors.

He rode to the outside of the palace halls, his eyes cold and his bow raised.

The man sitting inside was the substitute he had found. The soldiers behind him and the civil and military officials all saw the man sitting on the throne.

Solitary, wearing dragon robes and the royal crown, the slender little emperor looked as though he’d be blown away by the wind.

From far away, it was unmistakably the little emperor.

Xie Yunting didn’t look carefully. He was far away, and he didn’t want to see the face that looked like Bai Weiwei.

He was afraid that his heart would soften, and the arrow would miss its mark.