"Your Majesty?"
When the guards saw Emperor Hou Yi, they became extremely respectful. All of them immediately knelt on the floor.
Darryl's disguise was so exquisite that the guards really thought that he was Emperor Hou Yi.
Darryl was inexplicably excited. He imitated Emperor Hou Yi's tone with his mimic technique, saying flatly, "You may rise."
Darryl's mimic technique was so flawless that the guards in front of him did not doubt him at all. They stood up cautiously.
"Hmm..." Darryl was silent; then he waved his hand. "I don't need you here today, so all of you may leave. Also, tell them to withdraw the guards of the entire palace!"
'What? Withdraw all the guards?' The guards were stunned to hear that.
However, no one dared to question his orders when they saw Darryl's stern face.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The guards all replied in unison before all of them left. In the blink of an eye, there was no one left.
'I did it!' Darryl laughed; he was overjoyed.
He was about to yell for Zhu Bajie to come out when he heard a melodious voice from nearby.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"
As he followed the voice, Darryl saw Chang Er walk toward him, gracefully and slowly.
'F*ck! Why is she here?'
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