In the northern suburbs of Dongyang, in an inconspicuous courtyard.
From the outside, this courtyard looks like the most ordinary farmyard.
There was nothing in a certain room in the backyard, and it was extremely clean. Not to mention the dust, even the air seemed to have been purified and filtered many times by some invisible force.
The floor is covered with a soft light gray carpet. I don't know what material it is made of, but it feels like nothing.
The room is so square that even when measured using optical instruments, it looks like a perfect quadrilateral.
In the very center of the intersection, there is a futon with a diameter of one meter.
On the futon, a young man stood there quietly.
Slender figure.
An eerily handsome face.
Feeling cold all over.
The snow-white ancient casual coat was spotless, without any wrinkles.
The appearance of this young man is enough to instantly kill 99% of the handsome guys in the world.
In his hand, he held a glass of wine.
A glass of blood-red wine.
The palms are white, the fingers are long, the knuckles are slightly large, and they are full of strength.
Don’t forget the name of the wine. His name is Feng Qingxuan.
Comes from the Hall of Heroes and is born into the White Tiger clan.
There are four major clans in the Hall of Heroes - Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu.
Feng Qingxuan also has another identity.
Blood descendants meet the Son of God.
As an existence beyond this known world, the Hall of Valor is in the light, while the Bloodborn is in the dark.
The two complement each other, but each has its own set of perfect systems.
Whether it is secular, sect, or super organization, to the Blood Society, they are just two words.
crops.
That’s right, one investment will provide crops for continuous harvesting.
Secretly controlling the general trend of the world, changing dynasties, and national wars are all just for soul resources.
For thousands of years, everything has been under the control of the Blood Society, without any changes.
However, now variables have appeared.
Su Mu.
As weeds in crops, just remove them.
However, at this moment, the weeds seemed to be particularly strong, and the pesticides had no effect.
It even seemed that the surrounding crops were protecting this weed.
It was even implicated in the disappearance of three senior elders of the Blood Society.
So Feng Qingxuan came.
Feng Qingxuan, the Son of God of the Blood Society, the eldest son of the third generation of the White Tiger clan in the Hall of Heroes, and the future leader of the White Tiger clan.
In the Hall of Heroes, the White Tiger clan is also the second-ranked existence.
Feng Qingxuan was unwilling to do it himself.
Because in his opinion, if he takes action against Su Mu, how much face will he give to this weed?
Weeds are weeds, no matter how strong they are, they are just weeds.
He only needs to have a random thought, and there will naturally be countless slaves willing to clear this weed for him.
And all he needs to pay is a look, a word of appreciation, and throwing a bone.
Everything in the Hall of Valor is priceless to these slaves.
For example, there is a certain elixir hidden in a certain tooth of Yang Wenhe.
This kind of elixir can make an ordinary person, in an instant, deliver a terrifying blow comparable to the peak of innate perfection.
This is not the power of this person, but the power of the elixir.
And this kind of almost miraculous elixir, in the Hall of Valor, is just rubbish used by dead soldiers.
No one knows that whether it is a sect or a super organization, in fact, they are just...slaves of the Hall of Valor.
Not even a slave, just a dog.
Because the origins of ancient martial arts and superpowers all come from the gifts of the Hall of Valor.
Feng Qingxuan stood quietly on the futon. The glass of blood-red wine in his hand exuded an extremely strange fragrance, which continued to enter his body with his breathing.
He had been standing like this for almost a whole afternoon. Except for the clothes on his body that swayed slightly with the air, he looked like a statue.
He is enjoying it.
Enjoy the pleasure of pulling out those unsightly weeds.
But it seems that the pleasure he was waiting for did not come.
On the contrary, he didn't know why, but there was a faint anxiety in his heart.
Feng Qingxuan's eyes slowly became indifferent.
As time passed by, the expression on his handsome, statue-like face became increasingly sinister.
"impossible!"
"Haha, are you really the legendary chosen one?"
"Heavenly Veiner, how can there be any Heavenly Veiner in this world? Among the genes of the four major clans, the bloodline of the royal family has been so diluted that it is completely impossible to extract it. If you are really a Heavenly Veiner, then... Haha!"
Feng Qingxuan murmured to himself, with a hint of ridicule on his face.
finally.
Benedict!
Tuk Tuk!
There were three slight knocks on the door facing my back.
"speak."
At the door, a man in black robes bowed slightly and said softly:
"Your Highness, we failed."
Feng Qingxuan's pupils shrank slightly, like black holes.
He suddenly smiled lightly and said:
"Is he a master of the divine realm?"
The man in black robe did not dare to speak, but let his waist, which was originally bowed, sink slightly again.
As a servant beside Feng Qingxuan, the man in black robe knew the habits of his master.
Never speak when you shouldn't.
Feng Qingxuan glanced down at the wine glass in his hand and shook it slightly.
An extremely strong and strange fragrance suddenly spread out.
The man in black robe at the door of the room only smelled a trace of it, and suddenly his face turned blood red and he was sweating like rain.
This strange wine called Jun Mo Forget is not something he can afford.
"Change someone else, and this time, use blood to make elixirs."
When the man in black robe heard that the blood was refining the elixir, he was so frightened that he almost knelt down:
"Your Highness, think twice...!"
The door to the room opened, and Feng Qingxuan came to him, looking down at the man in black robe and smiling slightly:
"There will be no problem. If anything happens, I will be responsible. After I go back this time, I will raise the level of your family and let your youngest son become a family of his own, turning him from a nobleman to a voter."
The man in black robe knelt down with a thud:
"Death for His Highness."
"Go ahead."
The man in black robe immediately knelt on the ground and backed away gently.
After retreating to the yard, he slowly stood up, then reached out and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, a fanatical look flashed in his eyes.
No reward can compare to improving the family level.
In addition, the younger son was allowed to live in his own family. If things still couldn't be solved, he would just wipe his neck.
But it was impossible not to do it. This time, the blood elixir was used.
But who to look for?
Who to look for will avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
The struggle between the senior officials of the Blood Society and the Hall of Valor is not something that a slave like him should consider.
However, one must have this awareness.
That guy named Su Mu has become a certain focus recently. If he does it too obviously, the consequences will not be something he can bear.
Even Feng Qingxuan, whom he is loyal to, may not be able to afford it.
In any case, he cannot be allowed to participate in the gambling battle a month later.
No one knows what is involved in that ant-like gambling battle in the Hall of Valor or the Blood Descendants Association.