The Anarchic Consort

Chapter 409: Black-hearted Prince Kissing In Public

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Little Seventh Prince nodded seriously. With a bend of his waist, he lifted up a black thing and showed it to Helian Wei Wei.

That thing was almost longer than the prince himself. When putting upright, it could almost touch the little one’s nose. It appeared metallic and extremely heavy.

When the rest have yet to notice, Helian Wei Wei lifted the thing up at once. With a smile, she exclaimed, “Hidden Army, heed my command. Everybody equips yourself with the 18- round heavy machine gun!”

A chain of clicks and clacks followed soon after.

All the soldiers in black raised their arms, with their left arm as support, they lifted up a mysterious ‘black tube’ with their right arm.

“This is the equipment you were talking about?”

Emperor Murong laughed, obviously looking down on the ‘bamboo pipes’.

Even the 18 men in black were staring at each other, dumbstruck. They could not comprehend the reason why the princess consort ordered them to take up this toy.

However, Baili Jia Jue’s beautiful eyes sunk a little when he saw the ‘black tubes’. He looked at Helian Wei Wei’s eyes with his dark as ink, focused and calm eyes.

Just then, Helian Wei Wei had lifted up her sniping cannon, rested it upon her shoulders, and adjusted her aim. Then, with a sinister smile, she pressed the trigger!

Ka-boom!

A red light exploded, and the sturdy roofs were suddenly overturned. Five to six archers fell out from where they were hiding at once. The roof tiles rolled on the limestone roads while an unbelievable deafening blast rushed through everyone’s ears.

In the swirling smoke, the magistrate was shell-shocked. His jaw was wide open as he stared in disbelief at the woman who was carrying the long black tube while walking toward him. His initially wobbly legs could no longer even be felt.

“What exactly is that?” The magistrate was out of control; he was almost yelling, “What the heck is that?”

Emperor Murong’s face was clearly displaying the chill in his spine. This was also the question in his heart!

How can someone destroy a house by a lift of hand?

Are those explosives?

But how did they put them into the black tube?

But how did they ignite it within seconds?

Many thoughts zipped past Emperor Murong’s mind.

But the only one that stayed was, we’re done for!

Even with an army of over ten thousand men, they had no chance of victory.

How could they win!

Why did no one ever tell him that there is a weapon like this on the Divine Mainland?

What on earth is that?!

However, that was not the end.

When the explosions were invading them, countless trained Hidden Army soldiers fired simultaneously, all of them hitting beside the feet of his soldiers. In the thick smoke, Helian Wei Wei stepped forward in a relaxed and handsome manner. Then, she handed one of the sniping cannons to Little Seven.

The little prince took the cannon with his outstretched hand, carried it in his arms, and tagged along behind Helian Wei Wei.

The magistrate’s archers hidden in ambush were all scared witless. Helian Wei Wei’s strike was enough to stifle their movements, and the weapons held by the Hidden Army turned their legs to jelly.

They could no longer lift their bows and arrows. Not only were the opponents faster, but their kill accuracy was also way higher than them.

The terrifying smoke burned still beside their feet. No matter how Emperor Murong shouted, the archers stayed in the same pose.

Emperor Murong who had planned this for so long, who had once thought he held victory firmly in his hands, was now completely panicked. He looked at the figure moving closer and closer to him, and he instinctively pulled a soldier over his front to cover himself.

But in the next second, that soldier was slain.

A stain of bright red blood spilled on his face. The woman not far away curved her lips upward slightly. Her white muslin garment danced wildly in the hot wind. The Night Rakshasa’s most enchanting wings were flying gracefully. A bewitching red reflected on her face, revealing an unconcealable arrogance and confidence. Even the prettiest colors were only props to her.

Thud!

The magistrate could no longer hold himself, hence he fell kneeling to the ground, crying and shouting, “Forgive me, princess consort, forgive me!”

It’s over, it’s all over...

Once the commander had surrendered, what would the archers do?

The put down the bows in their hands one by one, and all of them kowtowed. It was truly an awesome sight to behold.

Helian Wei Wei was still carrying the same cannon. She raised her brow at the magistrate, and started indolently, “It’s no use begging me, you have to beg the prince.”

The magistrate was stunned, then he looked at Baili Jia Jue.

The man was untainted by a speck of dust even in the boisterous smoke. A noble cape rested on his shoulders, and he appeared like an emperor who held authority over life and death.

It was in these moments that he seemed to be the coldest and most dangerous person.

As if he was deity meant to slay the world, exuding an absolute pressure.

The magistrate was shaking. He could still beg for mercy before Helian Wei Wei. But before this man, he could only kowtow, again and again, knocking the ground so loud that those who heard it could feel his pain!

Baili Jia Jue ignored him and rested his gaze on Helian Wei Wei’s tiny face.

Helian Wei Wei did not understand why he had to stare at her, so she frowned.

“Come here.”

Regardless of the situation, the Third Prince’s voice was always commanding, slow and distant.

Noticing the many students and the surrendered archers around, Helian Wei Wei could only give face to Baili Jia Jue. She marched toward him dashingly with the cannon on her shoulders.

But before she could finish her dashing march, Baili Jia Jue raised her chin with his hand.

Helian Wei Wei’s narrow eyes were suddenly opened wide, like a stupefied fox held by a tiger in its mouth.

Wait... is he planning to... kiss me... here?

Well, Helian Wei Wei had overthought.

The Third Prince saw that her face was dirty, so he threw her a handkerchief so that she could wipe her own face.

Helian Wei Wei was rendered speechless.

Hence, she awkwardly wiped her face... while shouldering the cannon.

Crazy germophobic freak!

Helian Wei Wei pouted helplessly while she wiped her face.

Baili Jia Jue looked at her and took her hand in his. His thin lips curved up; his dark pupils were at their most charming sight. With his sexy voice, he asked, “What were you expecting, hmm?”

“Well, erm...”