Chapter 1692: Ten Thousand Beasts Without Boundaries [3]
The journey went smoothly, only when she was approaching the watchtower, she was stopped by two night figures who asked her why she was here and asked for the secret code.
They are generally not wary of their own people, so before they could react, they had been burned to ashes by the black flames that silently came out of Huang Beiyue's sleeves.
Jumping up to the nineteen-story tower, the room at the top was brightly lit. High Priest Lu Ya held his natal chart and bowed to the moon, carefully calculated with his fingers, and suddenly opened his eyes.
A cold and beautiful little face suddenly appeared in front of him, eyes as dark as night looking at him coldly.
Lu Ya broke out in a cold sweat, took a step back, and bumped into a pillar. He almost lost his grip on the birth chart and fell to the ground.
Huang Beiyue squatted on the railing, like an elegant and agile black cat, her flamboyant cloak flying wildly in the night wind.
Hearing the noise, the Night King turned around in his wheelchair. When he saw Huang Beiyue, he was stunned. He put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and pressed it lightly. Three seconds later, there was still no response.
"His Majesty the Night King's loyal night shadows have turned into souls wandering in the night mist." Huang Beiyue said with a faint smile, jumped down from the railing and walked into the tower.
Ignoring Lu Ya, he walked up to Night King, pressed his thin shoulder, and said, "For Zhi Zhi's sake, I won't hurt you, but you'd better be more sensible, understand?"
The Night King turned pale and sneered, with a lump in his throat, "I heard that you sealed the nightmare."
"Now that you know, let's cooperate well. You are no match for me now."
"What do you want?" The Night King's voice was hoarse and his throat was itchy, but he didn't cough.
"Where is Secretary Song?" she asked coldly.
The Night King pursed his lips, "I don't know."
Her eyes flashed, and murderous intent gradually arose, but she still forced him down. With a cold snort, she released Zhizhi from the spirit beast space with a wave of her hand.
"Yao'er!" After all, it was a matter of flesh and blood. Seeing Zhi Zhi, the Night King still exclaimed in surprise.
Huang Beiyue smiled and hugged Zhizhi, touching her white and tender little face. Zhizhi was like a teased kitten, rubbing his face into her hand. She looked so useless that it was hard to see.
The Night King was heartbroken.
"Your Majesty the Night King, I won't kill you because I feel sorry for Zhizhi. I don't want her to be without a father at such a young age. She is still an ignorant child and has no one to teach her many things." Huang Beiyue said casually.
Zhizhi shouted in a tender voice at the right time: "Father, Sister Yue'er is not a bad person."
The Night King slowly closed his eyes, struggling in his heart, and then slowly opened his eyes and said: "As soon as I am on the throne, I have to consider Si Youjing. The disaster caused by my sister-in-law, let this generation of me end.
.Yao'er, even if you don't have a father, you will grow up one day."
After hearing what he said, Huang Beiyue angrily stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar: "Stop talking nonsense! Xiao Lan, don't push yourself too hard. I am the descendant of Xuanyuan Jin. I will be responsible for the disaster she caused.
Who wants you to mind your own business?"
"You are the master of all beasts. Do you feel that you are not greedy for the power you get from him?" The Night King suddenly raised his head, and the weak man became fierce in an instant, staring at her with a pair of sharp eyes.
