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All Worlds Beg the Villainess to Act Like a Human-Chapter 191: Reality: Tearing Apart the Strategy System by Hand
When the arrow flies over, she will throw this person over, really wanting to see her surprised look, such a surprise, will she be happy?
System 666: They’re all dead, who would be happy? But he could only complain in his mind.
Yuee Huai moved, seeing that he was about to catch the arrow with his bare hands to stop it from flying over.
Qiann Yan threw the strategist in front of her over, blocking Yuee Huai, and the flying arrow instantly pierced through the strategist’s heart.
Yuee Huai: "..."
The strategist widened his eyes, looked back to see the cold and ruthless Qiann Yan, his consciousness still communicating with System 3234: "System, she’s so ruthless! Did I fail? She actually disregards human life, truly a villain. This world is controlled by her, and I can’t save the people of this world anymore. Using a Palace Attendant to block the arrow, isn’t she afraid of dissatisfaction among the people?"
"Why is there no revolt? Such a brutal emperor, if there’s no resistance, by the time she harms the loyal and slaughters the civilians, it will be too late."
Qiann Yan: Where do these strategists get these strange messages from? Is it the same scriptwriter writing the scripts? If not for the countless reincarnations and research on this world, she would have suspected living in a book.
System 3234: [Host, I feel something’s wrong, the Empress is ruthless, hard to strategize... Host...]
Strategist: "I feel the same... System, what’s wrong with you? System?" The strategist didn’t get a response from the system, his consciousness plunging into darkness.
Qiann Yan’s palm brushed over the strategist’s head, finally forcibly pulling out a glowing thing.
Yuee Huai: Your Majesty is truly violent!
Knowing that the Empress possesses magical power, he is still very curious about what’s going on.
If not for curiosity, he wouldn’t have followed her.
Now things aren’t good, the secret hasn’t been uncovered, and he lost his heart.
Qiann Yan held the small glowing orb in her hand, System 3234 said flatteringly: [Empress, I am a system, very powerful, able to take you through countless small worlds, do you want to experience different cultures and customs? Want to visit other small worlds? The universe is vast, with existences beyond your imagination...]
System 666: [You’re dreaming! Trash system, still trying to strategize against the Host, idiot! The Host just needs to go to the small world to find me, you’re so trash, the Host doesn’t need you. Host, scrap him, tear him apart.]
The trash dares to compete for favor!
Qiann Yan dismantled System 3234, scattering its parts all over the place.
The body once occupied by the strategist, its original spirit had long vanished, she suspected it had been devoured by either the strategist or this system, anyway, it was made to disappear by them.
"That person is an assassin, take him away for processing." Qiann Yan casually ordered, no one asked why; if asked, it was some ill-intentioned people always wanting to assassinate their wise and unparalleled Empress.
Luckily, the Empress is formidable, always able to anticipate and see through these people’s schemes.
After dismantling System 3234, Qiann Yan kicked the scattered parts on the ground, ordering someone to take them away for research.
Only then did she look up at Yuee Huai.
Yuee Huai stood there calmly, as if the person who had tried to catch the arrow with his bare hands wasn’t him.
"Prime Minister, were you scared?"
Yuee Huai’s smile was like moonlight, cool yet gentle: "No."
"That’s good," Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on Yuee Huai’s hands, distinct and articulate, indeed her most valued talent was sincere. Even if he hadn’t existed in her countless past lives, and she didn’t know where he came from, as long as he was loyal, didn’t harm her, and did his job earnestly, she would treat him well, "Stay for a meal."
If the strategist were to be used by her, it wouldn’t be impossible, but they always want to strategize against her.







