Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

Chapter 53 Lafite in 82

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At noon, the sun was blazing overhead.

The Luoyang Imperial Palace, the Deyang Hall which has witnessed four hundred years of the Han Dynasty's destiny, is now completely shrouded in a huge shadow.

They did not go through Zhengyang Gate, nor did they pass through the Imperial Road.

That extremely luxurious Nine Dragons Sandalwood Carriage, exuding a primal aura, was brazenly and unreasonably suspended directly above the Golden Palace, no more than a hundred feet off the ground.

Nine illusory images of ancient dragons swirled and wandered among the clouds. With each lazy sway of their tails, they stirred up a visible storm of spiritual energy, causing the carefully arranged banners below to sway and flutter loudly.

On the jade steps in front of Deyang Palace.

Liu Bian wore a bright yellow nine-dragon imperial robe, a twelve-tassel crown, and a Chixiao sword at his waist, appearing majestic and imposing.

But at this moment, he was craning his neck, looking at the enormous thing above him that completely blocked out the sunlight, his hand hidden in his sleeve, his nails already deeply embedded in his palm.

"Gu Fan...!!"

Liu Bian roared inwardly, his teeth grinding together.

That's my main hall!

That's the top of my head!

You want to park your car on top of my head and take a dump?

"System! Can you take it down? I'm willing to sacrifice ten years of my life!"

Liu Bian's eyes were bloodshot as he roared in his mind.

[Ding! System notification: Target vehicle level detected as '???'. Host's current level is too low; a forced attack will result in being reduced to ashes by the recoil. Recommendation: Endure the humiliation and proceed according to the original plan.]

"I will endure... I will endure!"

Liu Bian took a deep breath, his facial muscles twitched stiffly a few times, and he forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

The beaded curtains of the carriage in the air were rolled up.

Gu Fan did not let the car stop, as if the ground of the palace was too dirty to be worthy of his car.

With each step he took, a golden light staircase condensed in the void beneath his feet, each step creating a lotus flower, a divine miracle.

Behind him, Zhen Mi, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, held a purple and gold fruit platter with her head bowed. The hem of her skirt barely covered her upper thighs, and the white lace trim swayed gently with her steps, exuding an extreme level of pure sensuality.

Diao Chan wore a high-slit purple cheongsam and carried an exquisite wine pot. With each step she took, her long, snow-white legs, which were faintly visible, made the civil and military officials below stare in disbelief.

Behind them, the four golden fairy maidens, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, stood in a row, their auras unfathomable, like four ancient divine mountains pressing down on everyone's hearts.

This group of people descended from the sky, and their entourage was even more extravagant than that of an emperor on a tour.

Looking at the two women behind Gu Fan, Liu Bian felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand.

Zhen Mi!

That was the goddess Luo, whom he had longed for in his past life!

She was the woman he vowed to make empress in his next life!

Now she's actually wearing those... those shameless clothes, serving Gu Fan like a lowly maid?

And Diao Chan too!

That was supposed to be a pawn in his hands, and eventually a plaything that would end up on his bed, but now it has become Gu Fan's personal maid.

shame!

It's like rubbing the face of the Han emperor on the ground and then spitting on it afterward!

"call……"

Liu Bian took another deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

If tonight's plan succeeds, and if the poison takes effect... Gu Fan, I will skin you alive and make you into a carpet, to be stepped on every day!

He quickly went to greet him, even extending his hands to show respect and courtesy.

"The arrival of the celestial master brings great honor to our humble abode! I... cough cough, I have prepared a banquet and have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Liu Bian adopted a very humble posture, his voice trembling slightly, sounding like he was excited, but actually he was angry.

Gu Fan landed on his toes.

He glanced indifferently at Liu Bian's outstretched hand through the sunglasses on his nose.

No handshake.

There wasn't even a pause.

Ignore it completely.

Gu Fan walked straight past Liu Bian, his gaze as if he were looking at an inconspicuous weed by the roadside.

"Is this your palace?"

Gu Fan glanced around at the magnificent but somewhat old buildings, then curled his lip, his tone full of disdain.

"Why does this place look like a refugee camp? The paint on the walls is peeling off and they don't even bother to fix it? Is this what they call decency? Tsk tsk tsk, it's only because I'm kind-hearted. If someone else came here, they'd probably think they'd entered a slum."

The air froze instantly.

The civil and military officials standing on both sides were almost scared to death, each of them shrinking their necks, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

This is the imperial palace!

Although it was indeed quite dilapidated after the Dong Zhuo Rebellion, it shouldn't be described as a refugee camp, right?

This is practically insulting a monk by pointing at him; it shows absolutely no respect!

Liu Bian's hand, which was outstretched in mid-air, froze.

A breeze blew by, and it was a bit chilly.

His smile froze, and he looked as embarrassed as a clown.

"You jest, Immortal Master..."

Liu Bian withdrew his hand, clenching his fist tightly inside his sleeve. "Dong Zhuo's misrule has left the national treasury empty. I... am willing but unable to do anything about it."

"Alright, stop playing the victim."

Gu Fan waved his hand as if shooing away flies, and then walked into the main hall.

……

Inside the Golden Palace, the banquet had already been set out.

At the top is the dragon throne, symbolizing imperial power, and on both sides below are the seats for officials.

Gu Fan walked up to the dragon throne and stopped.

He reached out and patted the pure gold dragon head, making a crisp "clang" sound.

At that moment, the hearts of all the officials in the court were in their throats.

What is he going to do?

Does he intend to sit on the dragon throne in public?

If he actually sits down, this big man's last shred of dignity will be completely torn away!

Liu Bian followed behind, watching this scene, his heart pounding, a sinister expectation flashing in his eyes.

Sit down!

Why don't you sit down?

If you dare to sit on it, I can trigger a backlash from the four-hundred-year national fortune of the Han Dynasty contained within this dragon throne!

Even if I can't kill you, I can still embarrass you in public and damage your luck!

This is one of the trump cards the [Tyrant System] gave him: the forbidden dragon throne!

Gu Fan's fingers slid across the armrest of the dragon throne, and he suddenly chuckled.

"It's rock hard, not as comfortable as my toilet seat."

After saying that, he turned around and plopped down on a grand chair that had been prepared in advance next to the dragon throne.

He even complained that the chair wasn't soft enough, and turned around to wave at Zhen Mi.

"Mi'er, this chair is too hard, it's uncomfortable. Put that cushion down for me."

"Yes, Master."

Zhen Mi quickly stepped forward, took out a piece of tiger skin that exuded a terrifying demonic aura and was pure white without any blemishes from her storage ring, and carefully laid it on the chair.

boom!

The moment the tiger skin was unfurled, a terrifying pressure belonging to a demon emperor of the terrestrial immortal realm swept across the entire area!

That is……

The skin of the White Tiger Demon King?!

The military officers present felt the lingering ferocity, and their legs trembled. Several civil officials collapsed to the ground.

Use the Demon King's skin as a cushion for your butt?

What kind of family background is this?

Looking at Gu Fan's lazy, old-fashioned demeanor, Liu Bian felt so angry he almost choked and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He doesn't sit on the dragon throne, yet he's even more arrogant than if he did!

"What are you all standing there for? Sit down."

Gu Fan crossed his legs and began to greet the guests as if he were the host.

"Don't be shy, make yourself at home. Hey, Old Cai, sit down too, don't just stand there like a telephone pole. What, do I have to invite you?"

Cai Yong gave a wry smile and could only bite the bullet and find a seat, but in his heart he was sighing: This world has really changed.

Liu Bian took a deep breath, walked up to the high platform, and sat on the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power.

But I don't know why.

Even though he was sitting taller than Gu Fan, he acted like Gu Fan's lackey, a sucker who was responsible for paying the bill.

"Serve the food!"

Liu Bian waved his hand with a dark expression, his voice somewhat hoarse.

A group of palace maids walked up cautiously, carrying trays.

There were quite a few dishes.

Braised bear paw, steamed deer tail, phoenix stew...

In this chaotic world, this is definitely a top-tier Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Gu Fan picked up his chopsticks, casually picked up a piece of meat that looked appealing, and put it in his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

"Pooh."

The meat slices were spat on the ground.

"What is this stuff? Pig swill?"

Gu Fan threw down his chopsticks, looking displeased.

"Liu Bian, is this what you serve me? This meat is tough, fishy, and even has a sour taste. Even my dragons wouldn't eat it. How dare you serve it to me? Are you looking down on me, or on yourself?"

The main hall was silent.

The head chef knelt in the corner, already writing his will on the ground with his finger.

Liu Bian's face turned green with anger.

This is imperial cuisine!

He usually wouldn't even eat this himself, but he emptied his savings for this meal! And yet, it turned into pig swill in Gu Fan's mouth?

"You thief! Don't go too far!"

A young military officer standing nearby finally couldn't hold back any longer. He was a trusted confidant promoted by Liu Bian. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyes wide with anger.

"This is a delicacy bestowed by His Majesty! Not only do you not express gratitude, but you also utterly insulting me, it's simply..."

puff!

He hadn't finished speaking.

A cold light flashed.

No one even saw who did it.

The general's head flew up and rolled to the center of the hall.

Blood spurted high from his neck, soaking the nearby civil officials to the bone, and the strong smell of blood overpowered the aroma of the food.

Lu Bu stood behind Gu Fan, toying with a kitchen knife in his hand. He grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, exuding a murderous aura.

"Why are you interrupting when the boss is speaking? That's rude of you."

Those ministers who had originally intended to say a few words of fairness were all trembling with fear.

This is a crazy group!

There's no way to reason with them!

"Hey, security captain, don't be so violent."

Gu Fan slowly wiped his hands, not even glancing at the corpse, as if he had just crushed an ant.

"It wouldn't be good to scare the children. But since the food is so bad, we should at least drink something good."

After saying that, he flipped his palm over.

A uniquely shaped glass bottle appeared in my hand.

It contained a deep red liquid, shimmering with a faint glow. Just by taking it out, the rich aroma of the wine filled the entire hall, even suppressing the stench of blood.

"Since it's a treat, how can there be no good wine?"

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