Chapter 27: Reversed Judgment

Leng Rourou stood there, her dignified expression somewhat distorted—a bad premonition had arisen in her heart.

But at this moment, she did not know what to say; the development of events had completely exceeded his expectations!

"Boss, what is he doing?" At the entrance of the hall, the group of dwarves was also puzzled by this.

Lu Zhenhao's gaze flickered, and he did not speak.

And the lights seemed to have become angry! They shone crazily and directly onto Ding Mo, making him feel immense pressure!

The "Audience" was waiting for an explanation from him!

Was trying to directly "frame Snow White" really not that simple? Fortunately, Ding Mo had been prepared.

He took a pre-prepared note from his bosom and secretly showed it to Dong Xiaoyu beneath the cover of the shadows where the light could not reach.

Dong Xiaoyu had just come to her senses at this moment; her eyes widened upon seeing it, but soon, she understood what Ding Mo wanted her to do.

She suddenly stood up from the steps and walked to the center of the stage!

"What on earth are these two trying to do!?" Leng Rourou wanted to stop them from the side, but she did not know where to start.

Ding Mo watched as Dong Xiaoyu began to laugh awkwardly:

"Hahaha...

"My foolish daughter, Snow White,"

She seemed to be thinking of her lines as she spoke, pausing occasionally,

"She thinks this will be a fair Judgment, but she doesn't know that I have already bribed the King's greedy Guard, and the result of this verdict has long been set!"

She spoke toward the darkness where the light could not reach, as if showing off or explaining to an unknown "Audience,"

"Pure and kind Snow White, she will never realize this!"

After hearing her finish, Ding Mo stood up at the right moment and drew his sword with a "shing" sound! He turned around to face the gorgeous and moving Leng Rourou!

His sword tip glinted with a cold light, flickering under the spotlight.

Snow White was framed and hunted for no reason—this fit the original Script perfectly!

Seeing this, Leng Rourou could not help but take a step back, and what's more...

Click, click, click, click!

The lights overhead actually reversed again, and nearly all the light focused on her!

The "Audience" seemed to approve of this "framing"!

"..."

How could this be?! Leng Rourou almost bit through her lip!

The bright red blood made her lips appear even more vivid and tragic.

She stared fixedly at Ding Mo, who was walking over step by step, but the sword blade flashing with cold light made her unable to stop herself from trembling and retreating.

Her footsteps could not help but stumble!

She had underestimated Ding Mo; she hadn't expected him to have this trick up his sleeve!

Thump!

Her high heels landed on the floor, making a crisp sound. The slender heels trembled slightly, revealing the turmoil in their owner's heart.

After all, Leng Rourou was someone who had survived two Tasks relying solely on her own wits; how could she not understand the situation now?

Now that she was the "murderer," saying anything was useless.

The lights followed Leng Rourou's movement; it was not slow at all, and these thoughts of hers took only a few seconds.

Afterward, she turned around, actually turning her back to Ding Mo, and fled toward the outside of the hall!

Who said that if you lose, you must face the Judgment? No one stipulated that you couldn't run away!

Seeing this, Ding Mo stopped his footsteps instead.

He watched Leng Rourou go, his gaze deep.

Run, keep running; it is not yet the time to kill you...

Ding Mo's gaze shifted, passing over her and stopping at the hall entrance.

Because outside the door, there was still a group of bastards standing guard. If he killed her here, they would have to face them themselves.

Therefore, the best course of action was to let her go and muddy the waters, which would be favorable for the situation ahead.

A three-way balance of power had always been this way.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" Within Ding Mo's sight, Leng Rourou soon arrived outside the door.

Sure enough, Lu Zhenhao soon brought his men to block her in the corridor.

"Heh heh!" Lu Zhenhao looked at her and laughed:

"It seems you have lost; go obediently and lie in the Crystal Coffin!"

"Oh right, if you don't resist, we can be a little gentler." He looked at his subordinates beside him, whose eyes were glowing with greed.

This lecherous gaze made Leng Rourou's body suddenly turn cold.

She said urgently:

"You, you don't have to kill me! You can help me!"

The original Script stated that "one person will be killed and enter the Crystal Coffin to be buried with the King."

But it didn't write who exactly the person to be buried had to be!

"Why should we help you?" Lu Zhenhao looked thoughtful upon hearing this.

"They!" Leng Rourou pointed at Ding Mo and the other person approaching in the hall and said:

"They have a sword! And she is the noble Queen!"

The implication was that they were stronger, and furthermore, were they not afraid of the Queen ordering them around or controlling them?

Lu Zhenhao laughed after hearing this; he pointed at Leng Rourou, and the few people beside him who could no longer hold back surged forward.

But she did not know that the "Dwarf" did not belong to the King and could ignore anyone's orders!

They did whatever they wanted.

The three who came up quickly surrounded her.

Staring at her slender, haughty neck, the snow-white, bony shoulders exposed by her dress,

and that icy gaze, only further stirred their desire to conquer!

Anyway, the Script did not say how to kill or when to kill, so they could subdue her and slowly get handsy!

"Hmph!" Leng Rourou glanced at them, but unhurriedly took out a sheet of A4 paper and unfolded it.

Lu Zhenhao, who was watching from the side, saw this and his expression changed instantly.

He just knew that these "old-timers" always had some unclean things on them!

He had just wanted to open his mouth to warn them, but it was already too late.

The three who had surrounded her subconsciously looked at the A4 paper, but only saw two clear Chinese characters:

Mom!

Mom? As the three were puzzled, they had already silently recited these two words in their hearts.

"Idiots, don't look!" Lu Zhenhao's shout rang out from the side, but it could no longer reach their ears.

"Mom," the three called out in unison, somewhat dazed, seemingly confused as to why their mother would appear here.

"Yes," Leng Rourou responded, then added:

"You are all good children, go wait to the side and don't disturb Mom while she's working, okay?"

Her tone had actually softened at this moment.

This was the "Pollution" on her; as long as people saw her and recited "Mom" out loud or in their hearts, they would truly treat her as their mother and listen to her words.

However, this was not mandatory. And as long as someone gave a reminder, the effect would be lifted quickly.

Seeing the three clear a path, Leng Rourou hurriedly ran away.

"You three!" Lu Zhenhao ran up at this moment, just about to give chase.

"You must not go disturb Mom while she's working!" he was blocked by the three on the side.

The Horse-faced man among them said seriously: "You'll get your butt spanked for that."

With this delay, Lu Zhenhao could only watch helplessly as Leng Rourou turned the corner of the corridor and ran off.

This enraged him so much that he kicked the Horse-faced man to the ground!

"I'll hit your mother's egg!"

Seeing this, the few actually began to cry and wail: "Mom, Mom! Someone is bullying us..."

Slap, slap, slap!

This made Lu Zhenhao even angrier, and he fiercely slapped the heads of the few!

"Still calling her Mom! I'll let you call her Mom! Let you call..."

Slap, slap, slap!

They did not notice, however, that just a moment ago, two figures had snuck out from the hall behind them.