Although I don’t know where Amu wants to bury himself.
But his descendants were naturally very dissatisfied with his decision not to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.
But the henchman was also clever. When Amu had just died and the palace was bustling with excitement, he directly carried his body and escaped from the secret passage.
Afterwards, his confidant followed the map Amu gave him, followed the secret passage into Jin Qing's tomb, and sealed himself and Amu in the tomb.
He was actually buried as a sacrifice for Amu.
Thanks to the blessing of this confidant, from then on, the location of the tomb of Amu, the emperor of the ages, became an unsolved mystery and the biggest regret in the hearts of all archaeologists.
In the space, 707 waited eagerly for Jin Qing to get up.
Every time Jin Qing's body moves, 707's eyes will widen with an expression of surprise.
But when he discovered that Jin Qing was just turning over and not really awake, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Bai Yan walked over lazily, lay down next to 707, and rubbed 707's round face with his big thick paws: "Look at your little potential, isn't it just some snacks, so you won't be so greedy."
It's not jealous of 707, it's just that 707 is afraid that everyone won't know what Jin Qing promised.
As soon as I returned to the space, I shouted out this matter. I was really angry...
No, no, I just said it wrong. It should really make him happy for 707.
Thinking of this, Baiyan pressed 707's body hard: Come on, feel how happy I am for you.
707 was so furious that he rolled his eyes and shouted: "Electric shock punishment!"
No kidding, he has absolute control over space.
It can be said that in this space, apart from Jin Qing and Qin Qing, he 707 has never been afraid of anyone.
A powerful burst of electricity hit Baiyan's paws, and Baiyan screamed, and the paws suddenly smelled like burning fur.
Suddenly attacked, Bai Yan raised his claws and was about to hit 707, but he heard Jin Qing's voice coming from behind: "Why does it smell so good?"
Turning his head to look at Jin Qing, his eyes were full of sadness: "..." I was injured, but you felt good.
707 looked at Jin Qing who had woken up with a surprised look on his face: "Host, you're awake."
Now that he's awake, can he go find some snacks for him?
When he was in the last world, the host clearly promised to catch defectors from the system as snacks for him.
It's not that she's stingy and greedy, but it's not just about snacks, it's also about her status in the host's heart.
After hearing 707 talking to him about snacks, Jin Qing first extended his hand to Bai Yan.
I saw that the white eyes that had been glaring at 707 and roaring in a low voice suddenly changed their expression.
It first wagged its tail, then jumped up on the bed, put its big burnt paws into Jin Qing's arms in aggrieved manner, and whimpered.
It seemed that he was in extreme pain and complained to Jin Qing again.
Seeing this Baolibao arrogance, 707 gritted his teeth and said: "Roll your eyes, you shameless little fool, it turns out that you are the one who hides the most among the hosts."
Jin Qing took Bai Yan's paw and handed it to 707: "Does it smell good?"
707 wanted to say that it couldn't smell anything, but thinking of what Bai Yan had just done, the words that slipped to his lips immediately changed to another sentence: "Smells, very fragrant."
With his eyes bared and his teeth bared, he growled lowly at 707, but 707 puffed up his body happily, "Hey, fight me."
Seeing the tense situation between the two guys, Jin Qing pulled Baiyan's burnt paw and brought it to 707: "Eat it, this is the snack I found for you."
Then he turned to look at Bai Yan: "Don't worry, once this claw is gone, you won't feel the pain anymore!"
She is truly a little genius in the mediation world.
But having said that, the fragrance is really delicious.
Baiyan, who is about to lose his claws: "..." Did he hear something wrong just now?
707, who is about to lose his snacks: "..." I'm sure you heard it right, but I don't know if I heard it right.
Afraid that Jin Qing would say something shocking again, Bai Yan's claws returned to normal in an instant.
He shook his big furry tail and lay down next to Jin Qing, silently expressing his unhappiness.
707 also squatted aside in disinterest, looking at Jin Qing sadly, as if waiting for Jin Qing's conscience to find out.
Obviously, Jin Qing has no such thing as conscience.
After stretching, Jin Qing slowly walked out of bed and stroked his fingers on the gold in the room one by one, as if stroking his lover's face.
She was satisfied to find that the amount of gold in her space had increased a lot, and she was now a wealthy woman.
Jin Qing turned to look at 707: "Have you found a systematic world?"
She already has a lot of gold now, so she should take a vacation and coax 707 to play!
This sudden feeling of happiness almost drowned 707.
He first looked around triumphantly, and then shouted to Jin Qing: "Host, I have now found several worlds that are suspected of having defector systems. You can choose which one is better."
Did you see it? This is status. He is the host’s cookie.
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at 707: "Suspicious."
These two words sound unreliable no matter how they sound.
Hearing the doubt in Jin Qing's voice, 707's body suddenly turned red.
He actually didn't want to, but he didn't know where the defector systems would appear, so he could only analyze them according to the plots of these worlds.
The worlds he is now showing Jin Qing are the ones where he thinks the defector system is most likely to appear.
Seeing 707's shy look, Jin Qing instantly remembered the fact that 707 was a rag king.
Sighing leisurely, Jin Qing looked at 707 with pity: "It's hard for you, you should continue to eat and wait to die!"
707: "..." Has it been humiliated again?
Looking at the mission panel sent by 707, Jin Qing felt dizzy: so sleepy, he wanted to sleep.
Finding that Jin Qing had entered a state of confusion, 707 sincerely suggested: "Why don't you throw the dice!"
There are exactly six worlds where the defector system is suspected.
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at 707 sideways: "This is a task selection, how can it be such a child's play."
707 was so trained by Jin Qing that he didn't dare to say a word. For some reason, he felt that the current host looked a bit like his ancestor.
Seeing 707 realize his mistake, Jin Qing nodded, then took out a piece of paper from his storage bag and tore it into eight small squares.
I wrote several numbers from 1 to 6 on them, then I kneaded the pieces of paper into small balls, shook them gently in my hands, and kept chanting: "Whoever you choose will be the one."
707 was completely shocked by Jin Qing's operation: "..." You are really technological!
Soon, Jin Qing picked out a small ball of paper. When he opened it, he saw that it was a piece of white paper.
Jin Qing stretched out her hand and scratched her head: By the way, she seemed to have mixed in the two pieces of paper with no writing on them just now.
Jin Qing grinned, then balled up the paper and put it back in its place, shaking it again.
This time, what was thrown out was still a blank piece of paper.
Watching Jin Qing roll up the paper and put it back again, 707's expression was a little stiff: maybe he was persuaded by the host to back down.
