The lights in the palace were brightly lit. Xiao Beichen was wearing pajamas and a robe, sitting on the dragon bed with one leg up.
"What is the current situation in the city? Do the City Defense Department have enough manpower?"
Mengtai knelt down on one knee, "In accordance with His Majesty's instructions, I have secretly prepared fire-fighting water sources throughout Kyoto. The fire can be controlled."
"It's just that the Shenyan Sect also released many Gu insects, which disturbed the people. Many people ran to the streets, and the City Defense Department was unable to deal with it for a while."
Xiao Beichen frowned slightly and ordered: "Ask the Imperial Guards in the palace to assist the City Defense Department in rescuing the people, and the imperial doctors from the imperial hospital will also go. No casualties will occur."
Mengtai was startled and tried to dissuade you: "Your Majesty, the imperial army is here to protect your safety. You must not leave the palace."
Xiao Beichen snorted, "My safety, how many people in the world can hurt me?"
"Just keep the guards in the palace. If Meng Qing is slower, there will be more casualties among the people, so hurry up."
After hearing what he said, Mengtai realized that the person in front of him was not only the most noble person in the world, but also the person with the best martial arts in the world besides Wudang Zhang Tianshi.
The imperial army in the palace has never been to protect the safety of the emperor, but to protect the people in Kyoto.
Mengtai responded with clasped fists, walked out of the Yangxin Palace quickly, and led the imperial army to assist the City Defense Department.
Xiao Beichen stood up in his clothes and stood in front of Yangxin Palace, looking at the firelight reflected from the palace wall. He had a cold expression on his face. A mere sect from the Western Regions actually dared to disturb his feet.
Li Fuhai brought a big cloak and put it on him, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. There are many traps in the inner vault. If the devil from the Western Regions really dares to come, he will never come back."
Xiao Beichen snorted and said, "It's better to come back again and again."
Otherwise, his capital would have been burned down in vain.
*
There are many masters in the palace, but even so, they are no match for two Xiaoyao realm masters.
Mu Lihe Wuwangru entered an uninhabited place, climbed onto the palace wall in the blink of an eye, and knocked down the guards guarding the sentry tower.
The guards could not come up for a while, so the two of them stood on the city wall, overlooking the brightly lit Dayong Palace.
Wuwang lamented, "No wonder there are so many people who want to be the emperor. Living alone in such a huge palace, with tens of thousands of servants to serve, it is really hard not to be excited."
"The poor monk also wants to sit on the dragon chair and try what it feels like."
The feeling of being worshiped by thousands of people must be very wonderful.
Mu Li glanced sideways at him. This man had been a monk for more than 20 years, and now he was possessed by a demon. He wanted to ascend to the position of supreme being, but he still called himself a poor monk. It was really ironic.
His face was expressionless, and his golden eyes were full of indifference, "It doesn't matter if he is the king of a country. No matter how prosperous the dynasty is, there will always be a day when the dynasty changes and the silence disappears."
Wuwang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. Mu Li's words sounded like there was a story.
He once heard Honglian say that Mu Li seemed to be a noble from a small country in the Western Region that had perished.
The former nobleman, now the leader of the Demon Cult, doesn't know what he has gone through in these years, and he has become infected with the golden thread Gu, and there is no cure for it.
But these are none of his business, as long as he can have a brawl in Dayong Palace and have fun.
After the two exchanged a few words, a light and agile figure stepped on the roof of the palace and jumped up the city wall.
The visitor knelt on one knee, put one hand on his chest, saluted Mu Li, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the leader, I have completed the leader's instructions and made a rubbing of the map of Dayong Palace."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and presented it to Mu Li with both hands.
Mu Li took the map and glanced at it casually, then handed it to Wuwang, "Pick the one you like and set it on fire."
Wuwang's eyes flashed with excitement, he took the map and said happily: "Okay."
When the leader of Miao Miao Cult wanted to set fire again, he silently complained in his heart, why should he call it Shenyan Cult, forget the Fire Cult.
As he spoke, he jumped down from the nearly twenty-meter-high city wall. His heavy footsteps cracked the bluestone paved on the ground into spider web-like patterns.
Wuwang slapped away the dozen guards who were rushing towards him with a palm, and walked swaggering towards the harem.
While looking at the map in his hand, he knocked away the guards who rushed up again, "They say there are three thousand beauties in the harem, but how can the emperor appease so many beauties by himself?"
An evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This poor monk has to do this favor for His Majesty the Emperor. The whole night is long and the beauty is alone in the empty room."
The guards who heard what he said all widened their eyes in shock. Such a rebellious man dared to even covet the emperor's concubine.
They have been on duty in the palace for so long, and they have never seen such an arrogant and arrogant person who is not afraid of death.
What a bold and obscene monk.
The guards quickly sent a message, asking more people to stop this lewd monk. How could the empress of the harem have a noble status and be interfered with?
Wuwang was like fish food thrown into a pond, tightly surrounded by a school of fish, but his speed was not affected at all. He moved forward towards the harem, attracting more and more guards to stop him.
Mu Li watched him walk away, turned around and said to the man who was still kneeling on the ground: "Get up, you did a good job this time. When you return to the sect, I will make you the Dharma King."
The leader of Miao Miao Cult excitedly clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, leader."
It was not in vain that he knelt down and down. He didn't even kneel down when he saw the emperor. A martial arts sect in the Western Region was actually more feudal than the imperial palace.
The leader of the Miao Miao Cult stood up and said, "Master, the East China Sea Moon Pearl is stored in the inner storage and is heavily guarded."
Mu Li's lips curved into a cold arc, "Heavy troops? It's just to die."
The leader of Miao Miao Cult was shocked. Even if he knew that those guards were NPCs, he couldn't help but feel pity for those people.
It’s all because this game is so realistic.
He secretly told himself that these people were just NPCs in the game. What he was experiencing now was the plot of the game, and he only needed to complete the game tasks seriously.
The leader of the Miao Miao Cult said respectfully: "This subordinate will lead the way for the leader."
