Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Chu Muxi returned to the room with Christie. As soon as he entered, Christie opened the space illusion device, and then they heard a knock on the door.

Christie motioned for Chu Muxi to keep silence. He walked to the door and knocked more than ten times, a string of passwords.

Then there was a series of irregular knocks.

Christie opened the door immediately, and two figures flashed in.

When Chu Muxi saw them, he shouted.

A scarred face strode forward directly, covering his mouth and shaking his head at him.

He saw a tall and powerful woman in a red skirt turn around in the house, then nodded.

Without waiting for any of them to speak, Lu Junzhi let go.

Zhou Xu was about to take off the red wig on his head when Lu Junzhi said faintly, “Someone might come in, you will wear it for now.”

Zhou Xu’s hand froze immediately. He wanted to cry without tears and said, “No, boss, do I really have to wear it now? I’ve been haunted by it. I’m so annoyed; now it feels like I have 10,000 ants on my scalp!”

Chu Muxi looked at him—wearing a red wig with waves, a wine-red dress, but sitting on the sofa like a big man. Hearing Zhou Xu’s voice, the whole situation felt off.

He endured it but couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He laughed at Zhou Xu’s grievance.

“Deputy Zhou, who is your body, who dresses you up?” Chu Muxi laughed and asked, “The match is quite powerful, though.”

Zhou Xu didn’t respond immediately. “What do you mean by ‘powerful’?”

Christie, standing next to him, crossed his arms and smiled, “The hair is full of energy.”

“You—” Zhou Xu started but swallowed his words. He thought that in the room, no one was really protecting him, and suddenly got angry. “I told you not to let me come! My figure couldn’t shrink like bone shrink technique; how could you see me as a woman?!”

Chu Muxi teased him in amusement, “I heard some places have guys who are two meters tall?”

Zhou Xu responded angrily, “Two meters tall, no red curly hair, no big skirt!”

Lu Junzhi said, “Mission needs.”

“Mission?” Zhou Xu was about to refute but suddenly realized the boss was speaking, so he closed his mouth.

“Actually, it’s pretty good; I didn’t recognize you at first,” Chu Muxi said, glancing at someone.

Lu Junzhi gently squeezed his hand and warmly added, “We weren’t sure he could succeed, so we didn’t mention it to you.” He looked at Chu Muxi, and there was a hint of pleasure, in addition to affection, in his eyes.

Chu Muxi snorted, “What’s the matter with Christie? Why didn’t you tell me anything? On the surface, you let me complete the task myself, saying the task is arduous and you were optimistic about me, but what happened?”

In the end, one after another, everyone came.

They didn’t tell him, which just felt like they didn’t trust him.

Chu Muxi pouted and was a little dissatisfied.

Lu Junzhi glanced at Christie, and the other immediately caught on. He picked up Zhou Xu and said, “Go, go into the house, I have something to tell you.”

“Eh, let me go! Don’t drag my shoulder strap, it’s going to fall off! Let go of me!”

Then the door slammed shut, and the room became quiet.

Chu Muxi crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Okay, your turn. Let’s hear it.”