Hearing the Tyrant's Voice, the Cannon Fodder Palace Maid Became Rebellious

Fu Yao, the ace agent of the thirty-fifth century, passed away after his death and transformed into the maid of the same name next to the tyrant. The beginning of hell, personal service, living in the same room - it's like dancing in front of the palace of the king of hell! In a desperate situation, she unlocked the mind-reading skill, and the tyrant's complaints flooded the screen in her mind~ In order to survive, Fu Yao put away her rebellion and turned into a dog-legged follower. Until one day, the tyrant was so angry that he wanted to strangle her, but it was him who hurt! Fu Yao whistled: Oh? Is there such an operation? Since then, they have completely let go, defying the sky and the earth against the tyrant, and arrogantly assuming a posture of "come and hurt each other". The tyrant has nowhere to vent his anger, so he can only quietly extinguish it. After the escort performed a meritorious service, the tyrant suddenly confessed his love, and Fu Yao lost her first kiss and has been entangled since then. She staged escape dramas every day, but was caught again and again, and she looked up to the sky and sighed. After returning to the palace, the two of them got close to each other, which made the harem jealous and filled with secrets. She sneered and accepted the challenge, passed the test, and finally became a noble concubine. Until one day, when the southern Xinjiang delegation came to Beijing, the white-haired priest knelt down and shouted: "Welcome the princess to return to the throne!" The Juechen sword came out, the spirit snake appeared, and her lost memories suddenly came to life. It turns out that she is the exiled princess of southern Xinjiang, and she is responsible for a blood feud. The tyrant grabbed her wrist, with an undercurrent surging in his eyes: "I don't care who you are, you can never escape in this life." King Duan blocked the road with his sword and said with a paranoid smile: "Ah Wu, you can't fly this time." Fu Yao drew his sword with his backhand, and his bones made a clanging sound: "This girl will take the throne by herself and avenge her own revenge. Man——" She looked back, smiled, and grabbed the tyrant's collar: "I have to choose myself."