The next day, the news that the Shen Dao Sect had a new owner spread throughout the world, and as the new owner, Pi Kejian came to Fengtianshan's home with a large amount of silver.
That's right, the former backer of Shen Dao Sect was none other than King Xin, and now Feng Tianshan is mainly responsible for its leadership.
Feng Tianshan, who was grieving the loss of his friend, looked at Pi Kejian who was kneeling in front of him. He suddenly remembered the time when he and Zhao Laoliu planned to assassinate Zhao Wuyou. Suddenly, a feeling of sadness surged out of his heart.
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"Your Divine Sword Sect is really useless, so let's forget about it in the nest. So many lives have been lost. What do you think we should do?"
Feng Tianshan subconsciously looked at the silver coins placed on the table, and he felt that it would be better if Shen Dao Sect was messed up a few more times, and he could also sit at home and collect money.
As the new sect leader, Pi Kejian naturally had a very low attitude. He kowtowed respectfully and said:
"Young Master, there is nothing we can do about this. Now there are constant turmoil in the Shen Dao Sect. I am doing this to settle things once and for all, so that I can devote my whole life to the Young Master forever in the future."
Perhaps for the sake of showing off, Feng Tianshan deliberately treated Pikejian coldly, but Pikejian, who was so flattered by him, successfully resolved the situation. Under the double offensive of money and compliments, Fengtianshan also accepted the magic sword sect.
Master this fact, and at this time, Pi Kejian completely secured his position as the leader of the Divine Sword Sect.
When everything settled, those who were surprised quietly closed their mouths and silently accepted such a result.
Although Zhao Wuyou already had his own power, he still could not find the killer who blocked his door with a spear in his hand.
Zhao Wuyou didn't go out for three days in a row, just to imitate a copy of the Supreme Taoist Sutra to silence the prince. After all, his own life was still limited to the prince's thoughts.
During the period when Zhao Wuyou disappeared, many forces in the capital were looking for him, not only the killers who had not completed their tasks, but also Feng Yuxue, people from the Zhenguo public family, and even those who were in the Fengming Sect back then.
The bastard named Li Jingxing that I offended.
He planned to continue his retreat, but the painting girl's sudden visit brought Zhao Wuyou some surprising news.
"The princess of the Shenlong Empire is coming to the Fengming Empire to negotiate with the emperor about peace between the two parties."
The painting girl spoke resolutely, looking at Zhao Wuyou with her big bright eyes.
Zhao Wuyou, who was sitting on a chair and drinking tea peacefully, didn't feel much. He didn't care about these things. Moreover, for a small person like himself, even if he cared, it would be in vain and hurt his body, and it would be meaningless.
The painting girl could naturally understand what Zhao Wuyou was thinking, and she continued with a sneer:
"This time there will be a match between the Shenlong Empire and the Fengming Empire. I heard that the Shenlong Sect of the Shenlong Empire will use three people and three people from the royal family to fight against the same lineup of our Fengming Empire.
This is also the reason why Wei Long, the leader of the Fengming Sect, came to the capital. He must prepare in advance and cannot lose this game that is related to the fate of the Fengming Empire."
Is the competition so important? No wonder the old guy Wei Long came to the capital in advance to prepare. It is obvious that the skills of several people in the Shenlong Empire are not low. Zhao Wuyou silently touched his chin with his hand, thinking about the direction of this matter.
Perhaps it was because Zhao Wuyou's appearance was slightly informal, and the painting girl standing beside him was not used to it. She was sitting in the blind spot of Zhao Wuyou's sight, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
After thinking again and again, Zhao Wuyou couldn't figure out what benefits this matter could bring to him, so he had to choose to give up. After all, he couldn't handle big things, and small things were useless. At least at this stage, he needed to keep a low profile as much as possible, for the sake of his subordinates.
The forces strive for enough space for growth.
The painting girl saw that Zhao Wuyou was not interested, so she stood aside and said with some reminder:
"According to legend, the person sent by the Shenlong Empire is their future empress and the current eldest princess of the Shenlong Empire, named Long Aoyin. She is a rare martial arts wizard and a talented person in governing the country.
My master would like to ask your help to steal a Blood Dragon Sword from the eldest princess. This Bingjian is a magical weapon that can subdue our Phoenix clan. Only by destroying this weapon can our Phoenix clan come out again."
"Blood Dragon Sword?" Zhao Wuyou fell into deep thought again. The Shenlong Empire was very powerful and even had the potential to surpass the Fengming Empire. Why should he pull out teeth from the tiger's mouth? He had even offended the Fengming Empire's royal family. If he continued
If you offend the royal family of the Shenlong Empire, wouldn't it mean that you are ruining your life?
"I don't want to do anything. It's not that I'm afraid of death. I just want to live for two more years."
Zhao Wuyou decisively shook his head and refused, but it did not surprise the painting girl. She just mentioned this matter more like following a procedure. She never thought that Zhao Wuyou could readily agree to her.
The painting girl looked at Zhao Wuyou's cautious look and could only say:
"Your master knew that you would not agree, so he planned to take action himself. After all, this Bingjian was borrowed by the royal family of the Fengming Empire and killed many masters of our Phoenix clan. We must avenge this."
The usually expressionless painting girl's eyes were full of anger at the moment, indignant at the injustice she had suffered in the past, and Zhao Wuyou didn't know what to say to comfort her for a moment.
The two people stared at each other for a while, and then Zhao Wuyou said:
"Well, I think since Huamei has decided to do it, I can do what I can. Of course, I am weak now and can't do anything big.
If Miss Thrush is of any use to Mr. Zhao, just give him your order and I will never shirk it."
"I've known you for so long, and I finally spoke to you. This is what my master meant when he asked me to come find you."
Huamei looked at Zhao Wuyou with slight disdain and said this calmly.
"You are too hurtful. I just said such a useful word. Obviously you don't know me well."
Zhao Wuyou had a black line in his head. He really didn't expect that such an outstanding man and the only man in the world would be so miserable in the eyes of the painting girl.
As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the painting girl with fiery eyes. He took two steps closer, but frightened the painting girl. She quickly took two steps back and hurriedly avoided Zhao Wuyou.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuyou predicted the movements of the painting girl, and he quickly followed. The two of them were dancing forward and back, which was so comfortable.
"What are you doing? What have I done to you?" The painting girl looked at Zhao Wuyou in fear, fearing that he would make some decision that he would regret for the rest of his life when he was angry.
"Are you afraid now, little girl?" Zhao Wuyou continued to move forward, forcing the painting girl into the corner.
He stretched out his hand, held the painter's chin with one hand, and said intoxicatedly:
"Why is such a beautiful girl so malicious to me? Do you think she would be more honest if she was pregnant with my child?"
Zhao Wuyou's face approached gently, but the painting girl rarely showed fear. She shook her head slightly, fearing that Zhao Wuyou would touch her.
Encountering such a thing for the first time, the painting girl obviously did not have enough emergency response capabilities, so she could only passively plead, hoping that Zhao Wuyou would be merciful and let her go. Unfortunately, she misjudged Zhao Wuyou this time.
"Bo"
Zhao Wuyou's mouth was still pressed against the painted girl's red lips, and he refused to leave for a long time. The panicked painted girl's mind went blank for a moment.
"What should I do? What should I do? My first kiss is gone and it was taken away by a famous villain in the capital."
While the painted girl was still confused, Zhao Wuyou slowly left, keeping the distance between the two at a safe distance, and asked with a smile:
"How does it feel?"
The painting girl didn't speak, but tears of grievance circled in her eyes. She was so shy.
Zhao Wuyou, who was so good after getting the advantage, stretched out his hand happily, put his palm on her fair and pretty face, and used the heat of his palm to infect the painting girl.
"Do not touch me!…….."
The girl in the painting turned her face away, and there was a prominent tear stain on the profile of her face.
"Don't cry, little painting girl. You said you were so beautiful. I was so in love with you just now. How about you kiss me again as revenge?"
When it comes to being thick-skinned, Zhao Wuyou has never lost.
"You..." The painting girl didn't expect that she would meet such a shameless person. Moreover, her master personally named him and wanted to come in contact with Zhao Wuyou. Isn't this a sheep in a tiger's mouth?
Zhao Wuyou took advantage of the painting girl not paying attention and hugged her. He lay next to the painting girl's ear and whispered:
"Don't be angry. If you are angry again, I won't just kiss you."
The extremely seductive voice sounded in the painting girl's ears accompanied by the fragrant wind. The innocent painting girl lost her sense of control for a moment, and she could only subconsciously push Zhao Wuyou away.
"You let go of me first, or I won't be polite..." The painting girl, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, threatened, but Zhao Wuyou took advantage of her lack of confidence.
"I'm not afraid, and you're welcome. Why don't you hit me first?" Zhao Wuyou hugged her tighter. This chapter has been completed!