Qiao Zhuo was at a loss for words, he didn't expect that Jiang Armed would care so much about the bet that he just said casually.

After recalling the chance meeting in the Furong Pavilion that night, Qiao Zhuo laughed and thought, Jiang Armor seems to be so stubborn all the time.

The group of people outside the red pavilion were still searching wildly, and the crisis had not yet been resolved. Fortunately, the mound was hidden enough, and the two horses were also sent away by Jiang Armed in good time, so they were safe for the time being.

"Trash, since the horse has passed here, it proves that it has been here before, continue to search for me! If you can't find it, I will take your heads and return to the prince!"

A stern reprimand sounded, and dozens of people responded neatly: "Yes!"

Qiao Zhuo sat on the ground with his knees bent, his wrists resting casually on his knees, he glanced sideways at Jiang Armament, and asked with a smile, "Why, Your Majesty is still in the mood to make a bet with this king in this situation?"

Jiang Armament narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and asked after a long pause, "Northern Mo King wants to play tricks?"

Qiao Zhuo turned sideways, dumbfounded. This mound of dirt was not comfortable at all, and the two big men hid here even more narrowly, with shoulders to shoulders and arms to arms.

The scorching breath that belonged to Jiang Armageddon couldn't stop rushing towards Qiao Zhuo, making him a little restless.

That aggressive and domineering aura made Qiao Zhuo curl his fingertips.

Qiao Zhuo tried his best to relax his body, and replied: "This king never misses an appointment. He said the bet, and His Majesty also hunted the white rabbit. I lost."

The situation was special, the two of them spoke like whispers, light and soft, the temperature in the hidden narrow space door gradually rose, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard slightly, the ambiguous atmosphere enveloped the two of them, and Jiang Armor's ears were scalded.

The group of people outside had to search for a while, Jiang Armageddon took a cold look, he didn't have the straightforwardness when he was catching the white rabbit, and when he faced Qiao Zhuo, he forced him step by step, which was very vicious.

Jiang Armament said: "The king of Beimo hasn't decided what the bet is yet."

Sitting on the ground, Qiao Zhuo was half body shorter than Jiang Armor, and he had to raise his head to look at him. His lake-like emerald green eyes revealed an indistinguishable soft emotion under the cover of the trees.

"What does Your Majesty want?" Qiao Zhuo asked.

Jiang Armament's eyes sank when he heard Qiao Zhuo's question, his arm leaning against the slope tightened, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said, "The King of Beimo wants me to choose?"

Qiao Zhuo blinked, "Why not?"

All of a sudden, Men Jiang Armor's temperament suddenly swelled, and the evil thoughts in his heart were completely magnified, exaggerated, and swept his whole body, and the man was so happy that the veins on his neck bulged.

The bell on Qiao Zhuo's wrist was a problem. When he lowered his eyes and untied the wrist strap, he heard Jiang Zhuo say in a hoarse voice: "King Beimo, I used to give you a slap and a sweet date."

The bell fell to the ground, and Qiao Zhuo buried it in the soil without a sound. He raised his eyes and frowned slightly: "What does Your Majesty want me to do?"

Jiang Armor's eyes were burning hot, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed as if he was suppressing some extremely intense thoughts, and he kept restraining himself.

Qiao Zhuo looked down at the golden bell buried in the soil, then looked up at the tightly attached Jiang Armao, and suddenly understood why Jiang Armageddon said that sentence to give a slap in the face and give a sweet dateup.

Ginger arm...

It's quite exciting.

According to the system's warning, there is no danger outside. Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes and smiled, and asked, "Is your majesty sure you want this reward?"

As soon as the word "reward" came out of Qiao Zhuo's mouth, Jiang Zhuo clenched his fists with his hands beside him. The man's whole body was like a bow that was stretched to the limit. Qiao Zhuo had no doubt that he would collapse if he was stimulated a little..

The restraint of the emperor's etiquette made Jiang Armament unable to say anything, even what he thought in his heart.

That's why Qiao Zhuo only saw Jiang Armada looking over with those dark eyes like night, and his shoulders were as strong as a mountain.

Qiao Zhuo snorted and laughed, the laughter was very soft, but it was enough to make Jiang Armed clenched his fist tightly.

Qiao Zhuo's right hand was covered with fine soil from the bell just now, so he slowly stretched out his left hand while supporting Jiang Armor.

The fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. It was unexpected that the great hero who pacified the Seventeen Tribes of Beimo had such beautiful wrists and phalanx.

Qiao Zhuo's skin is not as good as that of Jiang Guo people, it is light copper lacquered with gold, and it is also the most beautiful hanging sun on the grassland. The sunlight falls from the gap between the forest doors and falls on his fingers.It was actually sweet.

The pecking kiss landed between the fingers, so softly that it made the back of Qiao Zhuo's neck numb.

The handsome man lowered his head and kissed, the hot breath from the tip of his nose sprayed on the back of Qiao Zhuo's hand, making him tremble uncontrollably, trying to lightly move his wrist.

But this little difference that was too subtle to be noticed was caught by Jiang Armament in an instant, and the man immediately grabbed Qiao Zhuo's wrist so that he couldn't leave him for half a minute.

The scorching temperature fell on every part of those hands, without missing a single one.

Qiao Zhuo looked at Jiang Armament with a seemingly expressionless face, but his heartbeat was not much slower than that of Jiang Armament.

The man in front of him with a pious expression like a believer kissing his finger is the emperor of Jiang Guo, and he is almost the most noble man in the whole world.

Jiang Armao's eyebrows and eyes are sharp, and the bridge of his nose is straight, Qiao Zhuo can sometimes feel his tall nose brushing his fingertips, bringing the warmth of his skin.

But these scattered temperatures can't compare to the heat brought by the other party's thin lips.

Qiao Zhuo let Jiang Armament do what he did, thinking to himself, Jiang Armor looks like a pale and unfeeling face, how can he be so pleasing with this crazy and perverted appearance.

Jiang Armor's face was pale, and his fingers were also pale. Such a person was holding the golden hand of another man, sniffing and kissing.

Suddenly, the hand in front of him moved and broke free.

Jiang Armor subconsciously tightened his wrist and refused to let go, but Qiao Zhuo said coldly: "Let go."

An irresistible thought came to the bottom of Jiang Armament's heart with a bang, which made the supreme emperor obediently let go of his hand.

Seeing Jiang Armageddon let go, Qiao Zhuo turned to pinch the other's chin, his eyes were cold, "Your Majesty said it was a slap and a jujube. Could it be that you only want to eat sweet jujubes?"

Jiang Zhuo's jaw like a blade was easily pinched by Qiao Zhuo, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "You can do whatever you want."

Even though Qiao Zhuo was a little shorter than Jiang Armament, the aloofness in his eyes still made Jiang Armament's heart tremble. Immediately afterwards, he clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "It seems that His Majesty likes it very much."

Jiang Armor frowned and did not refute, he only liked the other party because he was Qiao Zhuo, moreover, it was more because of jealousy.

Qiao Zhuo asked the system: "Why is the male protagonist in the small world getting more perverted than the other? Are you sure Jiang Armada is normal now?"

The system replied aloud: "The plot of the small world is advancing smoothly, and there is no major deviation. It's just that the emotional ups and downs of the male lead are indeed much more intense, but that's because of your intentional guidance as the host, so I don't make any comments."

Qiao Zhuo: "...I don't take the blame."

System: "Hmph."

Qiao Zhuo hooked Jiang Armor's chin with his fingers, like teasing a dog.

But even so, Jiang Armor's expression didn't change much. On the contrary, Jiang Armor looked much calmer than when he was so tense that he seemed about to collapse in the next second.

It's like a desire has been fulfilled.

Qiao Zhuo clicked his hand regretfully and withdrew his hand, but he didn't expect Jiang Zhuo to stop him lightly: "Northern Mo King..."

Behind the narrow mound, Qiao Zhuo asked with a smile in his eyes: "Why, is it possible that Your Majesty really wants this king's slap?"

Hearing that his neck was red, Jiang Armageddon realized that Qiao Zhuo had associated himself with a strange man, and he couldn't help explaining: "The king of Beimo misunderstood, I don't have the sex and intimacy hobbies in those buildings."

Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows, with disbelief written all over his face.

Just when Jiang Armor wanted to continue explaining, Qiao Zhuo asked abruptly: "This time, I specially sent an envoy to invite Bei Mo to come to Jiang Country. Does Your Majesty want to negotiate peace with Bei Mo so as to attack Sa Ling?"

Jiang Armament is worthy of being an emperor. Even after the thrilling experience just now, facing Qiao Zhuo's question, his face instantly sank, and he said seriously: "Yes, the barbarians of the Sa Ling tribe are not enlightened, and plundering is their nature, and snow mountains are not.A survivable environment, sooner or later they will invade Jiang country territory."

The current Jiang Kingdom is divided into two factions, each with their own strengths. Once Sa Ling attacks violently, Jiang Armament is not fully sure that he can resist it.

Qiao Zhuo's eyes were cold, and he said with a smile: "But how can Your Majesty be able to negotiate peace with Bei Mo?"

Jiang Xi is a variable in this political situation. In fact, the person in Jiang's country who really wants Jiang Xi to make peace with Bei Mo is Prince Duan Jiang Ping.

Jiang Armao knew that the news of the new emperor's marriage just a year after he ascended the throne was a proof of the weakness of the country, and the people of Jiang Kingdom would question Jiang Armada's ability because of this, because a tough emperor would never use this method to seek peace.

So facing each other at this moment, Jiang Armament had sharp eyebrows and asked directly oppressively: "What conditions does the King of Beimo want?"

The system prompt sounded: "Jiang Xi was taken hostage, Jiang has been rehabilitated."

Qiao Zhuo sneered, "Your Majesty, you are one step late."

Suddenly, Jiang Armao thought in his heart that it was true, the secret contacts reported by those spies were true, and Jiang Ping had already conspired with Qiao Zhuo.

Qiao Zhuo glanced back, and quickly scanned to see that there were five or six people left. After judging that Jiang Armament alone was enough to deal with, he conveniently landed on the ground, put his fingertips to his lips, and whistled loudly.

Sure enough, the group of men in black rushed over immediately upon hearing the sound, their sharp knives gleaming coldly.

Jiang Armor's gaze was extremely cold. He watched Qiao Zhuo stand up and swept away the dust from his clothes, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Your Majesty ever think that these are Jiang Ping's people?"

Jiang Armor frowned fiercely, and as the group of men in black surrounded him, he also got up and walked out from behind the mound, looked directly at Qiao Zhuo and said, "I know."

"Does the King of Beimo want to kill me too?" Jiang Armor asked.

The back of the man in the dark uniform is still straight, his eyes are shining with coldness, his domineering aura is fully revealed, as if nothing in this world can make him flustered calmly.

Qiao Zhuo was standing opposite him as red as a flame, his tied side hair had been blown away by the wind, rustling in the wind, arrogant and reckless.

The system prompt sounded: "The career growth value of the hero Jiang Armament +10."

Qiao Zhuo made public with a smile, "Your Majesty, there is no shortage of this king in this world who wants to kill you, and there is no more than this king. The only thing to blame is that Jiang Ping gave half of the territory of your Jiang country."

Half of Jiang country's territory...Jiang Armor lowered his brows and pursed his lips. Such a condition was indeed beyond his reach.

The group of men in black had already heard about Jiang Ping, and they only stared at Jiang Armor and raised their sharp knives, with a very clear goal.

"Go!" "Kill him, we can all complete the mission."

Amidst the low shouts of encouragement to each other, the men in black all rushed towards Jiang Armao. Jiang Armor kicked one person down as soon as he raised his leg, and kicked away the sharp knife in his hand by the way.Looking at Qiao Zhuo, he said, "The king of Beimo is going to fight against me this time."

Qiao Zhuo folded his chest and sneered, "Yes."

Jiang Armada grabbed the man's knife and stabbed it neatly, while his eyes remained fixed on Qiao Zhuo's body without moving the slightest bit.

The man said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, next time we meet, the King of Beimo will not blame me."

Following Qiao Zhuo's whistle, not only the men in black came running, but also his steed.

Amidst the clattering of the horse's hooves, Qiao Zhuo pulled the reins and turned on the horse, tilting his head and condescendingly said, "I'll wait."

The steed kicked up the dust and galloped, Jiang Armament could only watch the fiery figure go further and further away.

The system prompt sounded: "The career growth value of the hero Jiang Armament +10."