In the gorgeous courtyard in front of the main hall of the Silver Temple, a middle-aged man with handsome appearance, flowing silver hair, and extremely pale face suddenly felt his legs weaken, and his whole body swayed, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"Father!"
The silver-haired boy on the side was shocked when he saw this, shouted loudly, and quickly stepped forward to help him up.
The fallen middle-aged man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was as white as paper, and the breath between his mouth and nose was extremely weak, as if he was about to take his last breath at any time and die on the spot.
"stand up!"
In front of the two of them, a sharp and harsh old voice suddenly sounded.
The silver-haired boy suddenly raised his head, and what appeared in his sight was an ugly face with a haggard appearance and sallow skin.
The high cheekbones and sunken cheeks add a bit of bitterness and meanness to this person.
Especially those eyes, which are always shining with evil, cunning, cruel and lustful light, as if all the evil thoughts in the world are buried in them.
The silver-haired middle-aged man tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it anyway. His pale lips were trembling as if he was suffering unimaginable pain.
"Viscount Casso, you are also a powerful person after all."
There was no sign of sympathy on the skinny old man's face. Instead, he said coldly, "Wouldn't it be a shame for the Silver clan to be so pretentious?"
"Old man Huo, don't go too far!"
The silver-haired boy was furious, pointed at the long queue behind him, glared at him and said, "Blood is drawn twice a day, and so much is drawn each time. How many people here have no health problems?
What good will it do to you if you try to keep a thin line as a human being and force us all to death?"
"You brat, what's the point of being anxious with me?"
The skinny old man known as "Old Man Huo" shrugged, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and Jiejie smiled strangely, "I'm just following orders. If you are not satisfied, just run to your Queen Ran's arms."
Just go cry and complain."
The silver-haired boy's expression froze, and his face suddenly showed a trace of pain and helplessness.
Drawing blood from the masters of the Silver Clan was an instruction from Feng Wuya, the husband of the Queen in White, the master of the Qinxin Palace.
As soon as this news came out, it caused an uproar among the entire ethnic group.
I don't know how many silver dignitaries rushed to the entrance of the queen's palace to protest, but they didn't even see Ran Qingqiu's face.
Her Majesty the Queen, who has always been brave and fearless and cares about her people, actually hid and chose to avoid being seen.
After waiting for three days, they still could not see their leader, and the people of the Baiyin clan suddenly felt cold.
Sometimes not meeting each other is a statement in itself.
Most of the powerful men of the Silver Clan are arrogant people, and even Feng Wuya doesn't take them seriously.
But towards the queen, they showed absolute loyalty.
Only then did the scene of the Baiyin people lining up in front of the palace and having their blood drawn in turns, and the person in charge of this matter was the old man Huo who appeared out of nowhere.
At the beginning, he was quite restrained and only drew the blood of powerful people above the spiritual level. Each person only needed to draw blood once a week, and the blood volume was not too much.
Since the harm was not great, although the Baiyin people felt unhappy, they could barely tolerate it, and the two sides were still in peace.
However, as time went by, Old Man Huo seemed to realize that the Baiyin people did not dare to disobey the queen's orders, and began to act more and more arrogantly and excessively.
From once a week at the beginning, then once a day, to now twice a day, the frequency of blood draws has become higher and higher, and the amount drawn has also increased significantly. The scope is no longer limited to spiritual masters and above, even the sky
No wheel cultivator is immune, especially cultivators above saints, who are like livestock. Nearly a quarter of the blood in the body will be drained every time, causing everyone to complain and complain endlessly.
Viscount Casso was a powerful saint who had recently been promoted to the rank of saint. His strength was said to be outstanding among the entire Silver clan, but he was unable to withstand such torture, and finally exhausted himself and became terminally ill.
"No more smoking!"
Looking down at his father's pale cheeks and closed eyes, the silver-haired boy suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "If you slap him again, he will die!"
"That's not up to you. Today's share hasn't been completed yet."
Old Man Huo replied coldly, "If everyone can evade responsibility by acting like him, how can I complete the task?"
"I'll take his place!"
The hesitation in the silver-haired boy's eyes flashed away, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Father owes you as much blood as you want, just slap me!"
"you?"
Old Man Huo looked him up and down, without concealing the contempt on his face, "How can the blood quality of a mere ordinary spiritual master be comparable to that of a saint? If you want to take his place, you must pump double the amount of your own."
Not a single portion is exempt."
The silver-haired boy's expression changed instantly, his eyes were a little flustered and distracted, and the people behind him were also in an uproar and furious.
If Old Man Huo's request was truly followed, the boy's whole body would be drained, and there would be no possibility of survival.
He seemed determined to put the father and son to death.
"I will replace Viscount Castle."
While the Baiyin people at the scene were filled with indignation, a clear and delicate woman's voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, "That's whoever slaps me."
"Isn't this the silver raccoon girl?"
Old Man Huo tilted his head when he heard the voice, and saw clearly that the speaker was Yin Li, the god general of the Baiyin clan. His expression immediately softened, and he actually smiled, completely different from the other person, "Who are you? How could you harm a mere viscount?"
You are not worthy of it!"
If you look closely, you will find that there is an evil light in the old man's eyes that is difficult to conceal.
"We are all compatriots of the Silver Clan, how can we distinguish between noble and inferior?"
Yinli obviously didn't buy his show of kindness. Instead, he moved his jade feet and quickly came to the old man Huo. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white and tender arm like a jade lotus root, and said decisively, "Twice is good, three is good."
No matter how much it is, just take it!"
"this……"
Looking at her pretty face that could be broken by blows, Old Man Huo's heart skipped a beat, his mouth felt dry, and the covetous look in his eyes became thicker. He hesitated and hesitated for a while.
"how?"
Yinli frowned and asked coldly, "Isn't three times enough?"
"Where where?"
Only then did Old Man Huo come back to his senses, and he laughed quickly and said, "Miss Yinli is a master of the Soul Realm. Viscount Casso is not even worthy of carrying your shoes. Since you are so considerate of the tribe, then take three points of his share."
Just one of them."
"Thank you."
Yinli nodded, cherishing the words as if they were golden words.
"Yin, Mr. Yinli..."
Seeing that the dignified general actually stepped forward and sacrificed himself for others, the silver-haired boy felt his nose sore. He wanted to express his gratitude, but he was choked up and could not speak.
"Why don't you hurry up and help Viscount Caso go down to rest?"
Yinli didn't turn around, but said calmly, "I won't use it for the next three days, just leave his share to me."
"thanks, thanks……"
The silver-haired boy trembled all over, and tears could no longer be suppressed. They couldn't help but fall from his eyes. His emotions were so agitated that he couldn't say anything else except these two words.
Just as he helped his father stand up and leave, the slender needle in Old Man Huo's hand mercilessly plunged into Yinli's smooth and jade-like arm.
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"Lord Territory Lord."
In a side hall of the Silver Temple, Feng Gong stood beside Feng Wuya with lowered eyebrows and respectfully asked for instructions, "We have almost collected the blood, should we let Lao Huo stop?"
"
"No need."
Feng Wuya stood quietly by the door, with a tall and straight posture, the jade tree facing the wind, his hands behind his back, and he replied calmly, "Let him go, this is the original agreement."
"But……"
Regarding his answer, Feng Gong couldn't help being surprised and couldn't help but blurt out, "This person has a twisted personality and acts excessively. If this continues, not many people in the Silver Clan will be able to survive."
"So what?" Feng Wuya glanced back at him.
Feng Gong was immediately speechless when asked.
"Remember, the weak are weak for their own reasons and do not need sympathy from you or me."
Feng Wuya patted his shoulder and said seriously, "Go ahead and tell Lao Huo to speed up. We don't have much time to wait for him."
"yes."
Feng Gong bowed slightly, then strode out of the palace without hesitation.
Watching him go away, Feng Wuya shook his head gently, slowly came to a bookshelf, placed his right hand on the corner of the wooden board, and pressed down gently.
"Boom~"
The seemingly ordinary bookshelf moved quickly to one side, and soon a narrow secret door was revealed.
Feng Wuya slowly walked into the door, followed the secret passage and turned left and right, and soon came to a spacious secret room.
I saw that at the bottom of the secret room, a beautiful woman with skin as smooth as gelatin and curvaceous curves was tied up. Her shiny silver hair hung down to her slender waist, and there was a faint trace of blood on her lips. Even though she described herself as sluggish, it was still difficult to hide her appearance.
Noble and cool temperament.
It turned out to be the Silver Queen, Ran Qingqiu!