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 of the origin of ancient martial arts and super energy, all from the gifts of the Hall of Lingling.
Feng Qingxuan stood quietly on the futon, and the blood -red wine in his hand exudes a very weird fragrance. He continues to enter his body with his breathing.
He was standing like this, it was almost a whole afternoon. Except for the clothes on his body, he would swing with the air slightly. He was like a statue.
He is enjoying.
Enjoy the pleasure after being pulled out.
But it seems that the joy he is waiting has not come.
On the contrary, he didn't know why, but he emerged with a faint anxiety.
Feng Qingxuan's gaze, slowly indifferent.
The time passed by every minute, his handsome face was like a statue, and his expression became more and more overcast.
"Impossible!"
"Hehe, are you really a legendary person in the legend?"
"In the heavenly pulse, how can there be a heavenly pulse in this world? Among the four major genes, the blood of the royal family has been diluted to completely without extraction. If you are really the heavenly pulse, that is ... haha!"
Feng Qingxuan murmured, and there was a touch of ridicule on his face.
finally.
Hom!
Tu Tu!
At the door of the back, there were three slight knocking on the door.
"speak."
At the door, a man in a black robe bowed slightly and said softly:
"His Royal Highness, failed."
Feng Qingxuan's eyes have shrunk slightly, like black holes.
He smiled suddenly and said:
"Is he a master of God?"
The black robe people didn't dare to speak, but just let the original bowed waist, sank slightly again.
As a servant around Feng Qingxuan, the black robe knows the habit of his master.
Never speak when you shouldn't speak.
Feng Qingxuan looked down at the glass in his hand, shaking it gently.
A very strong strange fragrance suddenly spread out.
The black robe man at the door of the room just smelled such a trace, and suddenly his face was bloody, sweaty under the rain.
This kind of strange wine named Jun Mo forgot is not what he can get up.
"Change someone, this time, use blood to refine the ethics."
When the black robe heard the blood refining the alfalfa, he was almost frightened and kneeling:
"His Royal Highness, think twice ...!"
The door of the room opened, Feng Qingxuan came to him, looking down at the black robe man with a smile:
"There will be no problems, something goes wrong, I am responsible. After this time I go back, I will improve the level of your family, and let your youngest son be self -contained, from noble people to voters."
The black robe man kneeling down:
"His Royal His Royal Highness."
"Go."
The black robe people immediately kneeling on the ground so and back gently.
He retreated until the yard, then he slowly stood up, then reached out and touched a cold sweat on his forehead, and a fanatic look flashed in his eyes.
What rewards are not as good as improving the family level.
In addition, letting the younger son is self -contained, and if things are not good, he will simply wipe his neck directly.
But it is impossible to do it. This time, the blood alchemy is used.
But who are you looking for?
Who can find it?
The struggle between the internal high -level and the Hall of the Blood Association was not what he should consider by a slave.
However, there must be such awareness.
The guy named Su Mu has recently become a kind of focus. If it is done too obvious, the consequences are not what 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 in a month's time.
No one knows what is involved in that ant-like gambling battle in the Hall of Valor or the Blood Descendants Association.