The room was extremely quiet. Xia Zihan and Minglang were silent for a long time without speaking.
"No wonder he refused to donate blood to me. It turns out that there are toxins in his body." Xia Zihan leaned on the bed with a sad expression. "The dark night is becoming more and more sinister. He actually uses poison to control people."
Knowing that there was such a terrible toxin in Wang Zun's body, Xia Zihan was very sad that such a young boy had to endure such terrible pain. Judging from his habits, it seemed that he had been like this since he was a child. Could it be that he has been so dark and cold for so many years?
alive?
"Zihan..." Minglang said with a heavy heart, "Do you still remember the last words Mo'er said when he saw him for the last time?"
"Why do you ask so suddenly..." Before Xia Zihan could finish his words, his eyes widened in shock. He remembered the scene twenty years ago...
Xia Mo, who was only seven years old, was embraced by the Dark Night disciples and placed on the leader's throne. He smiled coldly and said arrogantly: "We Dark Night will no longer have the title of priest in the future! The priest is a servant of God. I don't want to be a servant of God.
I want to be on an equal footing with God. From now on, the title of the leader of the dark night will be changed from priest to...the king! The supreme king! I will carry forward the dark night, unify the dark forces around the world, and become the king of the underworld."
"You mean..." Xia Zihan was stunned in shock.
"Wang Zun, Zun Wang. If it is not the same person, who in this world would dare to be called the leader of the dark night?" Minglang's deep eyes flashed with a complex light...
"I grew up in Dark Night and came out of Dark Night. I know Dark Night very well. Look at Leng Qin and those men in black. How skilled are they? And how deep their awe is for Wang Zun? In
In the dark night, except for the supreme leader, no one dares to have such an aura!"
"Maybe, maybe, maybe he is not from Dark Night at all." Xia Zihan was in a very confused mood.
"Then how do you explain this blood sample? Ever since the priest died twenty years ago, there has been a magical organization looking for poison masters all over the world. Qin Xi has not even dared to do business in these years. He hid his talent and worked in a remote village.
Shancun teaches because he is afraid that others will discover his identity. Even if he comes to Haicheng, he will go back soon. You should believe that what he says is not wrong. Now, in the whole world, except for him, only Dark Night can refine such a
The vicious poison..."
"Stop talking, let me think." Xia Zihan covered his forehead.
"No need to think about it, he is Mo'er, and he is also the king of the dark night." Minglang destroyed the blood sample, sighed deeply, and said to Xia Zihan seriously, "Actually, with our minds, we should have done it a long time ago.
Guess this. It’s just because we have always been led by our own extravagant hopes. We hope that Mo’er is still alive, and we hope that he will escape from the dark night and live, so our subconscious has always been repelling the relationship between him and the dark night.
However, now that the facts are before our eyes, we cannot help but face reality."
"Okay, even if he is the king of the dark night, he has not hurt us, but has always been helping us. He is my son." Xia Zihan looked at Minglang resolutely.
"Then what are you going to do? Get to know him? Don't go crazy. Even if you are not afraid of being implicated, please think about the people around you. Everyone has been peaceful for twenty years. If you have anything to do with Dark Night again, you
Should you know what's going to happen?
An Ye acts viciously and leaves no room for anything. Even if he is the king, can he really cover up the sky with one hand? Are there people in the organization who will be dissatisfied with him? If those people know his identity and use the Xia family to contain him, the Xia family will
We are about to face another catastrophe. And it will be even more terrifying than twenty years ago.
If Interpol knew about his relationship with the Xia family, would they use the Xia family to annihilate An Ye? Then, what do you want him to do? Will he care about you, or not? And An Ye’s enemies..."
"Zihan, this son... must not be recognized! Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous." After Minglang said these words seriously, he turned and left the room.
…
In another room, the king lowered his eyes, slowly raised his hand, and took off the miniature headset in his ear. A cold smile appeared on his lips. The smile became... thicker and thicker...
"This son... must not be recognized!"
Yes, my existence is a scourge, a cancer, and a time bomb. Whoever encounters me will be unlucky. If you admit me, the whole world will be in an uproar. Don't admit it.
"Wang, what did they say?" Leng Qin asked cautiously.
"Step back." The king's voice was low, without any emotion, but cold and hard, with a frightening chill. Every time he said these two words in such a voice, it was a precursor to Long Yan's rage.
.
When the king is furious, it is not as terrifying as usual. Everything within ten meters will be shattered into pieces. Anyone who dares to approach him without knowing his life or death will lose his heartbeat in the next minute.
"Yes." Leng Qin held her breath and carefully walked out. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure wandering hesitantly in the corridor.
After the door closed, Leng Qin looked at Ming Xi with a smile and called softly: "Miss Ming."
"Hello." Ming Xi turned around and looked at her.
Leng Qin walked up to Ming Xi and whispered: "Are you looking for Wang? He is inside and seems to be in a bad mood. Go in and comfort him."
"Why is he in a bad mood? Is it because of me?" Ming Xi still felt guilty because she beat Zun Wang in the afternoon.
"Maybe, I know you can definitely make him feel better. Go ahead." Leng Qin patted Ming Xi on the shoulder in a friendly manner, turned and left.
Mingxi felt strange. Didn't she always like me approaching Wang Zun? Why was she so friendly suddenly? Maybe it was Wang Zun's order. Mingxi didn't think much and opened the ajar door...
"Back off——"
"Ah -" As soon as he walked in, a hand held a strong wind and waved over. Ming Xi subconsciously opened her eyes...
Leng Qin walked up the stairs and heard Ming Xi's scream, and a sinister smile appeared on her lips.
His hand paused two centimeters away from Ming Xi. The king's angry expression remained frozen for a second, and then became heavy and sad. His big palm slowly caressed Ming Xi's face, burning but gentle.
Ming Xi opened her eyes and looked at him in shock.
"Didn't I scare you?" The king's lips curved slightly.
"Do you usually hit people?" Ming Xi opened her eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief, "Do you think it's Leng Qin who came in? If it were her, would you hit her?"
"I don't want to talk about this." The king turned around and sat on the sofa, looking at a ball of powder on the ground. The crystal headset had been crushed by him.