Listening to the Marshal's questioning, Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly and then calmed down in an instant.
"What does the Marshal mean by this? Yuanshi is not a descendant of the Demon King. He passed the test of the Tiger Talisman."
Even when facing the supreme leader of the White Tiger soldiers, Fu Qingyang still maintained a cold attitude.
"Rules-based props are not omnipotent, but all rules have loopholes." The female marshal maintained the posture of holding up the document, briskly shook the women's long military boots placed on the table twice, and said:
"Yuanshi Tianzun is a good talent, very talented, and very good at conquering dungeons, but compared to Demon Lord, he is still a little bit behind, and compared to me, the same is true, but his various achievements in the transcendent realm are better than those of Demon Lord and I.
Outstanding.
"Based on this alone, he is highly suspicious to me."
Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "What you say is a little worse is your subjective assumption, and I think results are the criterion for judging everything."
Facing Mr. Fu's merciless rebuttal, the female marshal did not get angry at all and chuckled:
"It is indeed a subjective assumption, but there is a connection between geniuses. For example, Guan Ya, I think she is very good, but there is a big gap between her and the top geniuses.
"Another example of you, I think you are mediocre, but it turns out that your talent is indeed terrible. As for the Demon King, although I am disgusted by his character.
"But I have to admit that he is the only person of his generation who can be promoted to demigod. What he lacks is time.
"Unfortunately, Yuanshi Tianzun, whom you value, did not give me this feeling. So I made a subjective assumption that there is something in his record."
Having said this, the female marshal put down her documents and revealed her face.
In addition to her soft white hair, her eyelashes are also white, thick and curled, like two small white brushes. Her eyes are light green, not the green eyes of Caucasians, but more like alienation.
Clear and bright, like the most beautiful gem in the world.
Her eyes are big and round, and the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, making her look very proud and majestic.
Eyes account for 60% of a person's facial features. These eyes under the white eyelashes are peerless.
Her other facial features, like her eyes, are all outstanding. Her face is plain white, with a cold background, her lips are thin and moist, her nose is straight and showy, her temperament is not graceful, charming or elegant, but a breathtaking one.
majesty.
Coupled with those eyes that are as bright as gems and have a majestic air, the temperament of being a man of power and being a loner is highlighted.
This is a woman that when people see her, they can't help but kneel down and shout, "Long live your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"
The female marshal's voice was cold: "You should know that for scouts at my level, subjective assumptions often represent facts."
Fu Qingyang sneered:
"I just think you're out of your mind."
The female marshal threw the document aside, hooked her green fingers, and a chocolate on the plate flew up on its own. She took off her coat and put it into her mouth.
The female marshal smacked her lips and said, "Let's talk about some non-judgmental assumptions. In the killing copy, I saw Yuanshi Tianzun using a prop of the Demon Lord. It was not a prop of the Night Travel God profession. Theoretically, he is not
It's possible to get it, what do you say?"
Fu Qingyang frowned:
"This can indeed increase the suspicion that he is the descendant of the Demon Lord, but it cannot be used as ironclad evidence. Marshal, I have just been promoted to Lord and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you have anything to say, just say it."
While he was speaking, the female marshal was already holding the milk tea on the table to her chest and sucking it up.
She did not directly answer Fu Qingyang's words, but said to herself:
"Let me tell you something you don't know. After the death of the Demon King, all the props he controlled, including the few things wanted by the leader of the Night Rose and the Taiyi Sect Master, did not return to the spiritual realm.
"According to the deduction of the leader of the Taiyi Sect, they were left in the character card in some way. Therefore, the descendants of the Demon Lord are very important to the Dark Night Rose and the Taiyi Sect."
After saying that, she glanced at the chocolate candies on the table. Suddenly, a piece of chocolate rose into the air and flew towards Fu Qingyang. In the process, it stripped itself naked.
Fu Qingyang waved his hand and knocked away the chocolate candy, frowning and saying:
"What exactly is in the Demon King's character card?"
The level involved in this matter is difficult for ordinary elders to know, but the female marshal told him without hesitation, "You know the prophecy of the Bright Compass, the first sentence at the beginning, the sun, moon and stars will return to their positions that day, now it is
Three are missing and one is missing, how do you get it back?"
Fu Qingyang suddenly realized, "I understand. The Demon Lord controls one of the three supreme items of the Night Walker God. If Yuan Shi is the descendant of the Demon Lord, then the Five Elements Alliance will definitely hand him over to the Taiyi Sect."
The Taiyi Sect and the Five Elements Alliance have the same spirit, and the most powerful night wandering god in the world is the target of the Five Elements Alliance's investment, just like Bishop Bing's Shura invested in the leader of the Rose of Darkness.
The prophecies involving the Bright Compass are of too high a level. No matter how qualified Yuanshi is to be the leader of the alliance, he still has this qualification.
The Five Elements Alliance will not have the patience to wait for a genius to grow to the highest level. Besides, it is still unknown whether he can reach that point.
Unless everyone in the Five Elements Alliance is Yuanshi Tianzun's father, otherwise, from an investor's perspective, it is self-evident how to choose.
The female marshal put the milk tea back on the table, sat up straight, stared into the distance with her arrogant eyes, and said:
"Whether Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon Lord remains to be verified. This is not difficult. I can tell lies that cannot be detected by the Tiger Talisman. No one can lie in front of my eyes, not even demigods of the same level.
"Bring Yuanshi Tianzun here now, we will find out immediately whether he is the descendant of the Demon King or not."
Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and his dark eyes turned sharp, "Then why don't you do it, Marshal?"
The jewel-like green eyes and the black eyes as deep as cold pools looked at each other for a few seconds. The former took the lead to raise his eyes, curved his smile, and chuckled:
"Because I want to know your attitude towards Yuanshi Tianzun.
"If he is just a dispensable subordinate to you, then I will personally confirm his identity. He will not die, but his opportunities will be transferred to the master of Taiyi Sect.
"If you are determined to cultivate him and regard him as your confidant, then everything we said today will be treated as if it never happened after you leave.
"After all, although I am the marshal of the White Tiger Soldiers, I am also your sister."
Hearing this, Fu Qingyang waved his hand and let the flying chocolate fly back. He tasted the sweet yet bitter taste and said lightly:
"He is my subordinate and a member of the White Tiger Guard. Why should I give up my subordinate's opportunity to Taiyi Sect."
The female marshal looked calm and seemed not surprised. She said:
"You should have already suspected that he is the descendant of the Demon Lord."
Fu Qingyang said calmly:
"Whether he is a descendant of the Demon King or not, it doesn't matter to me."
The female marshal nodded and said:
"If one day his identity is exposed, then you will bear all the consequences yourself, and I will not cover it for you."
Fu Qingyang swallowed the candy in his mouth and said proudly:
"He is mine in life and mine in death. I have the final say on how to deal with him. Before others point their fingers, ask me about my sword."
"Bang bang." The female marshal clapped vigorously and praised: "You are indeed Mr. Qian, he is so domineering. Having said that, I haven't congratulated Mr. Qian on your promotion to ruler."
She said, slowly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, the bookshelf, desk, comic snacks, etc. all disappeared.
The female marshal spit out white light from the palm of her hand, condensing into a three-foot green blade, and said expressionlessly:
"Master Qian, who has just been promoted to master, please point out this piece of trash like me."
Fu Qingyang: "."
At dusk, the setting sun looks like blood.
In the elegantly decorated living room, Fu Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. His body swayed, as if he was unsteady, and he fell tiredly on the handmade sofa.
The handsome and handsome Mr. Qian has lost his former splendor. The left side of his face is swollen into a pig's head, his right eye is bruised and bloodshot, and two of his molars have been broken.
The legs were also discounted.
The pure white Shengxue's suit was covered with sword marks, became tattered and dripping with blood.
Fu Qingyang slumped down on the sofa, took a few breaths, and then saw a golden and transparent injection on the coffee table.
Before he came in, there was no such thing on the coffee table.
The life essence was all ready. This trash woman Fu Qingyang silently picked up the injection and injected a tube of life essence into the neck vein.
After recovering from his injuries, Fu Qingyang grabbed the mobile phone on the coffee table and dialed his assistant's number, his voice cold and ruthless:
"Get ready to go back to Songhai!"
The sun is gradually sinking below the horizon, and night has not yet fallen.
Zhang Yuanqing handed the handle to Xiaodoubi, smelled the rich aroma of vegetables, and touched it to the living room.
The table was filled with delicacies, including steamed crab, black-bone chicken soup, seabass, braised bamboo shoots, sweet and sour pork, garlic greens, crispy roast duck, and stir-fried lettuce.
The dishes are so rich that it can be called a feast.
Grandma was still busy in the kitchen, and the shovel and the iron pot made a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound.
Poor Jiang Yuyi was forced into adulthood and imprisoned by her grandmother to work as a helper in a small kitchen.
Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of sweet-sour pork and chewed it when he heard his grandmother's voice coming from the kitchen:
"Motoko, has your girlfriend arrived?"
"Let me ask." Zhang Yuanqing took out his cell phone and sent a message to Guan Ya: "Are you here? I'll wait for you to start the dinner."
Since the afternoon, he has been bombarding Guanya with phone calls and text messages, telling her that if she doesn't come back, the whole family will go to your place.
Guan Ya didn't agree at first, but she was so entangled by him that she couldn't help it, so she half-heartedly said: OK!
"Half an hour!" Guan Ya replied.
"Half an hour ago, you said half an hour. I will wait for you for five minutes at most. If you don't come, then we will change the place to eat." Zhang Yuanqing sent a message.
"Oops, it's so annoying, five minutes!" Guan Ya's message was full of reluctance.
Zhang Yuanqing shouted towards the kitchen:
"There are five minutes left. I'll go down and pick her up."
He knew that Guan Ya would definitely come. Old Si Ji always meant what he said, but it was a bit pretentious.
"boom!"
The security door was closed and Zhang Yuanqing went out.
On the other side, in the bedroom, a breeze came from the window and the curtains swayed slightly.
A goddess in colorful feathers and a female ghost in a bright red wedding dress descended on the bedroom.
It is Lao Bangzi and the Ghost Bride.
As soon as they appeared, the handle floating in front of the TV suddenly fell to the ground with a "clack".
Empress Sandaoshan followed the sound and saw a chubby and cute little baby. She cried loudly and ran away through the wall while rolling and crawling.
"That's the little spiritual servant raised by my husband." The ghost bride explained softly.
Lao Bangzi nodded slightly.
After two days of walking in the world of mortals, she had almost adapted to the changes of the times, saw many novel things, and understood the lifestyle of modern people.
Interesting!
Unfortunately, many things that she thought were worth experiencing, she had no choice but to give up because she didn't have a physical body.
——The mortal body is not strong enough to withstand her possession.
"My husband is not in the house." The ghost bride sensed carefully and did not notice Zhang Yuanqing's aura.
Empress Sandaoshan turned her attention to the desk drawer, where she sensed the Demonic Pestle.
She came to reality at noon two days ago, and it was exactly two days until noon today. Now it has been more than half a day, and her breath is weakening every minute.
"Hey, my dear, my husband has prepared a physical body for you."
Sandaoshan Empress was about to return when she saw Bai Lan, the maid, wearing a red hijab, happily opening the closet door.
In the closet, there stood quietly a body that was beautiful and exquisite and flawless.
Empress Sandaoshan hesitated for a moment, glanced in the direction of the living room, and said thoughtfully:
"You might as well have a taste of the fireworks in this world before leaving."
Not being able to have a meal was her biggest regret in the past two days.
She only understood three of the basic necessities of life for modern people.
Old Bangzi took one step forward and disappeared into Blood Rose's body. The next second, the Inferi opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes flashed away. The light in his eyes was restrained, no longer dull or cold.
Empress Sandaoshan stepped out of the closet, opened the bedroom door, and came to the living room.
She carefully looked at the layout of the living room and the food on the dining table, and stood at the table for a long time.
At this time, an old woman with gray hair came out carrying the last plate of fish head with chopped pepper.
Eyes facing each other.
Grandma's face showed a look of surprise and she said: