In the early morning, the bright sunshine drove away the last trace of chill in this wasteland.
Zong Shou was calm and contented, sitting on the ground on the roof of the car, with Hu Qianqiu sitting opposite him.
And Xuanyuan Yiren was standing by, pouring wine for the two of them. Women in ancient times were very particular about raising their eyebrows when raising their eyebrows. But at this moment, Xuanyuan Yiren didn't have half of her usual sharpness. Her expression was calm and solemn, and she was sitting on her knees gracefully.
The movements are gentle, gentle, generous and decent. Every movement is extremely elegant, perfectly displaying the charm of the woman.
There was also a Hu Zhongyuan sitting next to him, but Zong Shou's eyes automatically ignored him.
In fact, I dare not look at him. The leader of the Iron Tiger clan has a swollen nose and face, and his image is really not very good-looking.
The scene of how Hu Qianqiu taught his son just now is still vivid in his mind. He took the seven-foot-long Hu Ba sword and beat him up, regardless of the occasion. The words he cursed are still unforgettable to this day.
What a bastard, do you really think that I am old and confused, what are you trying to do to please Zong Ling, are you ashamed of yourself, etc. How come it sounds so unpleasant, even Zong Shou feels harsh when he listens to it, and can’t sit still.
At this moment, Zong Shou really couldn't bear to stab this guy. However, this Hu Zhongyuan man didn't seem to care. He smiled nervously with a bruised face.
Hu Qianqiu glanced at him with some disgust, snorted and didn't care. He looked at Zong Shou with a smile and was extremely kind, as if Zong Shou was his own child.
"How is the prince's injury now?"
Zong Shou stretched out his muscles and bones, and his whole body made a beep-beep-beep sound, like fried soybeans. Then he smiled and said: "It's no serious problem. Thank you Uncle Tiger for showing mercy!"
Hu Qianqiu took the lead slightly. He knew it well, so he didn't ask too many questions. He knew Zong Shou, but after a long battle, his "body" energy veins were not harmonious. He had always controlled his strength just now and would not really hurt Zong Shou. Don't look at it.
"I just vomited blood" is actually just a shock from the force of the counterattack, and there is no real injury. Just adjust your breath a little after the battle.
Staring at Zong Shou again, he looked up and down. The smile on Hu Qianqiu's face gradually faded away. With a calm expression, he raised his glass and said, "This is the first glass. Your Majesty, the spirit of the heaven above, Zong Shou, was startled, a little.
I can't laugh or cry. At this time, his cheap father is not dead yet!
"It only takes a few years" to come back from the sea of sinking clouds, and then display great power.
First, he personally wiped out the Zong clan, and hung the head of the clan on the flagpole of Qiantian Mountain to dry in the sun for three months.
Later, he was angry at Lingyun Sect for failing to keep his promise, so he went to Danling Mountain alone to kill thirteen powerful men and then left. Even several elders of the sect joined forces and failed to keep him alive.
Next. This makes the number one sect in Yunlu to the east almost unable to protect its holy land.
Of course, that was because "because of his death" he didn't know whether it would still be like this in this era.
Anyway, he was quite wary of this strong man. Whenever he acted, he had "a lot of scruples. He didn't dare to take those few ownerless treasures away easily, let alone leave Yin Yang and Chu Xue's possessions."
sight.
Although he was thinking this in his mind, Zong Shou's face also turned solemn. He raised his glass solemnly and sprinkled the wine aside.
Hu Qianqiu sighed slightly and raised a second glass of wine, but did not drink it. Instead, he looked at Zong Shou with inquiring eyes: "I am very curious. Now in Qiantian Mountain, I and General Zuo Tingzhu Qiu Why, now we are all impartial and unsettled. Why did the Crown Prince invite me instead of Qiu Tingzhu?"
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes and murmured calmly and elegantly: "I heard from Yin Yang that Qiu Wei was the most loyal to my father and the only minister who risked everything to support me, Zong Shou, and inherit the title of Demon King. Uncle Tiger But he is even more prudent and pays attention to the overall situation. He has never swung to one side, but to check and balance the three of Qian Tianshan?"
Hu Qianqiu laughed heartily and said with a sense of relief: "Your Majesty is really smart! He is truly worthy of being born to your Majesty. You, the Sky Fox clan, are indeed born to be extremely smart. But you are too smart. My brother Weiran, It’s really hard for me to hide this. The prince is obviously a peerless talent, unparalleled in the east, but he refuses to tell us brothers. These days, I feel very nervous.”
Hu Zhongyuan nodded his head in sympathy, somewhat resentful.
Zong Shou felt helpless. Before Zong Weiran disappeared, he really had no inner breath at all.
But at this time, there is no need to explain.
Then Hu Qianqiu's expression changed, and he said thoughtfully: "If you think about it carefully, it is really necessary to hide it. Although you, the eight-tailed fox royal family, cannot shake the foundation of our Tianshan Mountain, it has been quite difficult recently. These guys, in the past, abandoned us and left the cloud world to avoid being hunted by the human race. Now they are shameless and want to come back. If the prince's situation is known to them early, it will not be good. What about poisoning and assassination? You are capable of all kinds of dirty tricks. And then there is the Crown Prince’s mother clan. Your Majesty definitely has your own reasons.”
Zong Shou's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble slightly. His eyes were wide open and his mouth couldn't be closed for a while.
So he really has a reason to keep a low profile and hide his pearls?
The Sky Fox Royal Clan? This is different from the Seven-tailed Clan. The Eight-tailed Celestial Fox Royal Clan, the Snow Clan, was famous in the era of the God Emperor. Its strength was not inferior to that of the Holy Land Sect.
Zong Shou changed his mind for a moment, and completely gave up the idea of smiling proudly to the east and testing the world with his sword after today. It seems that it is better to keep a low profile as a person.
After drinking the second glass, Hu Qianqiu threw the wine glass away, took out two dishes from the servant behind him, and placed them between the two of them.
Xuanyuan Yiren's expression moved slightly, then he regained his composure. He held another bottle in his hand and filled it up with great solemnity.
Hu Qianqiu ignored it and said with a glint in his eyes: "I used to worry that you would not be able to control Qiantian Mountain, causing millions of monsters in our mountain city and the provinces that had been built with ten years of hard work to collapse overnight. Now that I have no such worries, I naturally have no reason to serve others. The Crown Prince asked Yin Yang to summon me. I wonder what the instructions are? Just say a word from you today, and I, Tiger Qianqiu, will accompany the Crown Prince back to Qiantian Mountain! Take that person Chop off Zong Shi’s head and use it as a wine flask for the prince!”
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression returned to calmness again: "Uncle Tiger, the position of Demon King is not in a hurry. In these three to five months, I want to stay out for a while, find a place, and practice carefully."
Seeing the tiger, Qianqiu frowned and seemed to want to speak.
Zong Shou smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he should be calm and calm.
"Now that Yunxiashan is approaching, if I go back and continue to be the Demon King, it will only do bad things. I don't want to pretend to be their puppet and suffer. Besides, the Zong clan has stretched its hands too far in these years. It is not convenient for me to treat my relatives. Take action, so I have to trouble Uncle Hu and Zuo Tingzhu! Don’t go too far, just ask them to be more honest."
Hu Qianqiu's eyes bulged, and then he laughed loudly: "I, Hu Qianqiu, am really blind with these eyes. Very good! The prince has the intelligence of the emperor, but not half of the indecisiveness of the emperor. The Zong clan, these Nian is so arrogant, but your Majesty has always been tolerant and indulgent. I, Hu Qianqiu, have long been dissatisfied. So I will take care of this matter. Don’t worry, Your Majesty, when you return to Qiantian Mountain, you will definitely make the mountain city free of that smoky atmosphere."
Hu Zhongyuan's expression changed and he winked. Could these words be said by his father? The prince's words obviously had some bad intentions, and were destined to greatly offend the Demon King's own clan.
Hu Qianqiu ignored him and narrowed his eyes slightly: "But Prince, do you believe in me so much? You are not afraid of what I, Hu Qianqiu, will do."
"I believe in Uncle Hu, but I don't believe it all!" Zong Shou flicked his sleeves and pointed to the side: "That's why I have to ask Uncle Hu to take my two servants back with them! With the combined efforts of Uncle Hu and Qiu Tingzhu, I think we can make them two. Holding an important position!”
The point where he pointed was that he did not want to deal with Yin Yang and Lian Fan. He secretly said that he had no time to think about it and stayed in Qiantian Mountain all day long to take care of government affairs. If he supported these few close men, he would be able to do everything. No matter what, wouldn't it be the best?
However, Hu Qianqiu's eyes lit up again, and his appreciation grew stronger.
He doesn't listen to one side or believes one side to the other. Even if he is a close friend, he still has no shortage of preventive measures. He is extremely powerful, has no shortage of skills, and is even more ruthless. Isn't such a person a qualified candidate for the Demon King?
Little did he know that Zong Shou was thinking of being lazy at this moment and making plans in advance for a beautiful and leisurely life in the future.
Hu Qianqiu felt that the more he watched, the more satisfied he became, and he laughed loudly. He took the Hu Ba knife in his hand again. As soon as the big knife cut, a huge amount of bright red blood sprayed out.
When the wine in the bowl was dyed red, Hu Qianqiu looked over with great anticipation.
Zong Shou's mouth twitched when he saw it. Did he have to bleed again? By the way, the demon clan has a blood pact. Once they swore an oath, they will never rebel for life. However, once a new demon king ascends the throne, the blood pact needs to be reset.
In this way, Yin Yang once said that there were a total of one hundred and forty-seven tribes in the Tianshan Mountains. With these blood alliances formed one by one, it can be predicted that the day of anemia is not far away and he has the determination to imitate the thunderous movement of that day. The meaning of dripping blood was just looking at Hu Qianqiu's pure and expectant eyes, and the shocking wound on this person's wrist. Thinking about it, it was still too disrespectful, so he had to grit his teeth, close his eyes and cut his own wrist in the same way. It was opened, but it was only a few centimeters shallow. It only scratched the skin and flesh, and dozens of drops of blood dripped out. Even if it was dealt with.
At this moment, both Hu Qianqiu and Xuanyuan Yiren and Hu Zhongyuan on both sides had solemn expressions.
Everyone nearby also knelt down towards Zong Shou, and the atmosphere suddenly turned solemn and sacred.
Hu Qianqiu also half-knelt on the ground, holding one of the dishes in front of Zong Shou solemnly with both hands.
It wasn't until Zong Shou took it with a solemn expression that Hu Qianqiu raised his bowl high.
"Today, I, the Tiger, have made a blood alliance for thousands of years. I am a member of the Tianshan Iron Tiger clan, and I am willing to make the crown prince my king!"!