Holding a rope and an oil-paper umbrella, Zhirou and the King of Shu walked towards the east gate. When they arrived in front of the former general, Zhirou snorted proudly and took the King of Shu to the city tower.

When he arrived at the city tower, Zhirou took the rope, found a remote place, tied the rope. Then, she opened the oil paper umbrella and stood on the top of the city.

Seeing Zhirou like this, the King of Shu couldn't help but feel frightened. He quickly asked: "Sister Zhirou, what are you doing? Don't tell me, if you want to jump like this?"

"Bingo, I answered correctly, but there was no prize! Hehe!" Zhirou smiled proudly.

"No, Zhirou, don't be overwhelmed! I'm looking for you to go out of the palace because I'm afraid you're in a bad mood. Will you come down? Sister Zhirou, don't seek death. If you die, what should I do? Wuwuwu!" The King of Shu saw Zhirou standing on the top of the city, and thought Zhirou was going to seek death, so he quickly threw away the high-quality mountain and hugged Zhirou's feet tightly.

Don't let go of Zhirou anyway.

"Hey, Brother Jingtian, what are you doing? Hurry up, let me go, ah..." Zhirou, who was originally in balance, lost her balance and shook directly on the top of the city. Unstable, the oil-paper umbrella that Zhirou held in her hand fell down.

Seeing this scene, Zhirou was frightened and sweated. Just kidding, Zhirou is a person who is very afraid of death. If possible, Zhirou still hopes that even if everyone in the world is dead, it would be best if she can still live!

The oil-paper umbrella was lost, and Zhirou quickly grabbed a little balance and squatted down. Then, Zhirou glared at the King of Shu fiercely: "Yuwen Jingtian, your mother, do you want me to die? Do you know that I was almost killed by you!"

"Wuwu, right, Zhirou. I don't know, I just saw you, standing on it, I thought you were going to seek death, Wuwu, Sister Zhirou, I really didn't mean it!" The King of Shu let go of Zhirou aggrievedly, stood not far away, and started crying pitifully.

"Stop crying, I'm not dead yet! If you cry, I will never ignore you in the future!" Zhirou glared fiercely, with contempt in her eyes. A child is just a child, she cries when she says she cry, without any burden to a man, and she is depressed.

Under Zhirou's threat, the King of Shu immediately stopped crying, and reached out and quickly wiped off the two tears on his face.

Seeing the King of Shu like this, Zhirou's face became a little better: "You are so stupid. Let me tell you that I cherish my life very much, so I don't want to die like this. I die at a young age! I can fly down safely in this way. But... forget it, forget it. I don't understand at all.

If you give me your oil paper umbrella, I will fly down to show you. There will definitely be no danger. I will go down and pick up the oil paper umbrella first!" Zhirou said in a depressed manner, stretched out her hand and took the oil paper umbrella from the King of Shu.
Chapter completed!