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[Ding, detected Mandate of Heaven protagonist’s Luck Value is zero, host receives Emperor-level reward—Time Corridor*1]
[Time Corridor: Wander through the river of time, randomly open a door, and you can enter a certain period in history or the future, stay duration of 7 days.]
Meng Qingzhou, who was removing the calamity of the gods from a foreign tribe patient, paused his movements, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The system officially confirmed that the Mandate of Heaven protagonist Zhao Gou was 100% dead, with no possibility of resurrection.
“The protagonist is dead, yet I get an Emperor-level reward. Is this some kind of award ceremony?”
“Emperor-level, huh? Being able to travel back to a certain period in history or the future, that’s practically defying the heavens.”
“But I didn’t do anything. I just took Wu Die away, made a small report, and helped the Empress in a fight.”
Meng Qingzhou swallowed hard.
Just like that, for half a day, Meng Qingzhou was in a daze, occasionally asking Dongfang Liuli about the celestial phenomena, whether there were strong winds or dark clouds gathering.
Until evening, when the sun set.
An hour before Meng Qingzhou’s shift ended at six, an unexpected guest arrived, breaking the busy tranquility.
“No end of the world… So, the death of the Mandate of Heaven protagonist won’t affect the normal operation of the world.” Meng Qingzhou thought silently.
A seraph girl, Lian Yue, hurried over, tightly grabbing Meng Qingzhou’s hand, her expression filled with sorrow:
“Doctor Meng, please save the City Lord, she… she’s dying.”
Dongfang Liuli’s eyes turned cold, staring at Lian Yue’s hand holding Meng Qingzhou’s, her expression unfriendly.
However, considering the urgency of the situation and recalling Meng Qingzhou’s evaluation of the Empress—’too bloodthirsty, not suitable as a wife’—the Empress, determined to change, silently suppressed her anger.
Meng Qingzhou: ???
“Are you talking about Sister Qiong, the Lord of the Ancient Divine City?” Meng Qingzhou asked in surprise.
“Yes!”
Lian Yue nodded vigorously, her tone urgent: “Just now, the City Lord suddenly fainted, her heart stopped beating, and even her divine soul extinguished!”
Meng Qingzhou stood up abruptly, saying, “Isn’t that dead?”
“Uh…” Lian Yue was stunned, suddenly realizing she might have said too much, quickly added:
“Maybe… not dead…”
“Perhaps in a state of suspended animation, yes, it must be that.”
Meng Qingzhou waved his hand wearily, saying, “She’s already kicked the bucket, she’s definitely dead. I’m just a doctor, not a Great Golden Immortal, the dead can’t be resurrected, better start preparing for the funeral.”
Tired, let it all end.
What kind of situation is this! The supposedly invincible protagonist, without even experiencing a grand battle, without even breaking through the Mountain Moving Realm, without even leaving the novice village, got killed by a bunch of small fries.
The plot’s peripheral character Sister Qiong, who shouldn’t have died, suddenly kicked the bucket too, following right after.
“Don’t say that, you’re a doctor! At least try to save her!” Lian Yue was anxious, quickly saying.
Meng Qingzhou spread his hands, helplessly saying, “My abilities are limited. Instead of wasting effort asking me to do the impossible, why not whisper in your City Lord’s ear that someone is plotting to usurp power, maybe she’ll miraculously wake up.”
Lian Yue bit her silver teeth, this guy is really stubborn.
But the City Lord’s task must be completed, otherwise, she would be whipped.
Thinking of this, Lian Yue’s tears fell, crying pitifully:
“Woo woo woo…”
“The doctor is so heartless, the City Lord’s kindness was in vain. If it weren’t for you, the City Lord wouldn’t have killed those two scoundrels Wang Teng and Zhao Gou, just to vent your anger.”
“Now… the City Lord is dying, and the doctor won’t even try to save her, woo woo woo…”
Meng Qingzhou raised an eyebrow, catching the key words.
“What do you mean by killing Wang Teng and Zhao Gou to vent my anger, explain clearly.” Meng Qingzhou asked seriously.
Lian Yue sobbed and choked, saying:
“The City Lord investigated your identity and found that Zhao Gou was the son of a traitor, intending to overthrow the Great Jin’s royal power. Wang Teng caused a scene at the Empress’s birthday banquet. You are the most loyal minister of the Great Jin, naturally feeling humiliated. Moreover, Zhao Gou and Wang Teng killed many foreign tribes, so the City Lord killed them both.”
“Tell me, didn’t the City Lord vent your anger?”
Hearing this, Meng Qingzhou almost got angry.
Geneva, you can’t morally blackmail people like this!
I have no acquaintance with Zhao Gou, no grudges, no enmity! As for Wang Teng, it was my good disciple Qian Yuan Sword Saint who fought with him, what does it have to do with me, Meng Qingzhou?
The claim of being a loyal minister of the Great Jin is even more absurd, it was Jiang Canghai and Qin Fenghuo, those two old scoundrels, who framed me, forcibly attributing a bunch of non-existent merits to me!
But these words couldn’t be said publicly, if it reached the Empress’s ears, she might think Meng Qingzhou had opinions about her.
“Forget it.”
Meng Qingzhou sighed, feeling quite weary, calmly saying, “Then I’ll go take a look, but I can’t guarantee I can save her, after all, I’m just an ordinary person.”
Lian Yue nodded repeatedly, saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“Then lead the way.” Meng Qingzhou extended a hand in a gesture of invitation.
Hearing this, Lian Yue couldn’t help but look at Dongfang Liuli, who was standing silently by the side, opening her mouth.
Thinking of the City Lord’s task, Lian Yue secretly transmitted her voice:
“Madam Meng, won’t you persuade your husband?”
“He’s about to be alone in a room with a beautiful, charming girl who longs for love.”
Dongfang Liuli turned her head in confusion, her eyes puzzled, transmitting her voice: “Isn’t he going to save a life? A person on the verge of death, I’m not that narrow-minded. Besides, weren’t you the one who came to ask my husband for help?”
Does this girl have a problem with her brain?
Lian Yue recalled the task.
First, ask Doctor Meng for help, then find a way to make Madam Meng jealous, dragging her to prevent Doctor Meng from going.
In the situation of being unable to split himself, Doctor Meng would have no choice but to call his good disciple for help.
But now, not only was Madam Meng not jealous, she was exceptionally magnanimous, looking completely unconcerned.
Lian Yue gritted her teeth, continuing to transmit her voice:
“If that’s the case, then I’ll take Doctor Meng away. Sigh… actually, I don’t mind, I just feel sorry for you.”
“The City Lord is naturally charming, able to make men lose their minds without even trying. By the time Doctor Meng finishes treating the City Lord, his heart might be completely stolen.”
Lian Yue pretended to be tea-drinking, transmitting her voice again: “Usually, the City Lord controls her charm with her powerful cultivation. Now unconscious, her charm is uncontrollable, even I, a mere girl, can’t withstand it…”
Dongfang Liuli’s eyes widened, her breathing becoming rapid, she suddenly grabbed Meng Qingzhou’s wrist, staring at him, saying word by word:
“Not! Allowed! To! Go!”
Meng Qingzhou: ???
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