"Yes. Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, Xiao Zhan is a member of the Golden Howling Sky Tiger Clan." Although Xiao Zhan didn't know why, he still answered the Demon Emperor's question with utmost respect.
"Very good. Xiao Zhan, you played a special role in Brother Xiao Yan's identification of saints and made great contributions to the Monster Clan. You are originally from the Monster Clan, so I decided to give you a world-class advanced fighting skill.
Working under brother Xiao Yan in the future will not weaken the reputation of my demon clan, haha." The demon emperor leaned on the soft back of the chair, his eyes showing undisguised admiration for Xiao Zhan.
"Ah?" Xiao Zhan didn't react for a moment. He never imagined that the lies everyone had concocted would make him so valued by the Demon Emperor, and he was even given a world-level advanced fighting skill as a special gift. How could Xiao Zhan be so embarrassed?
Everyone was also stunned, and then they all looked as if they were taking it for granted, but they almost burst out laughing in their hearts. They didn't expect that this guy Xiao Zhan would become such a successful person. It's true that stupid people are blessed with stupid things.
"Thank you Demon King." Xiao Zhan exhaled lightly, suppressing his guilty feeling, with a flattered expression on his face, and walked up to the Demon Emperor under the gaze of everyone in the audience.
"There are two world-class advanced fighting skills. The first one is golden battle energy, which is mainly used to attack. The Qi turns into gold and is invincible. The first one is golden battle armor, which is mainly defensive. It is wrapped in golden armor and can resist being possessed by ancient armor.
Dou Qi attacks can also reduce a certain amount of soul attacks. I wonder which one you want?" The Demon King smiled and waved his hands, and the two fighting skills were suspended in the air, waiting for Xiao Zhan's choice.
Looking at the world-level advanced fighting skills exuding endless temptation above his head, Xiao Zhan couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
To be honest, Xiao Zhan, the two world-level advanced fighting skills, is very jealous. That is a world-level advanced fighting skill. Among everyone, except Xiao Yan and Zhen Ni, no one has such an advanced fighting skill. Moreover, Huang Jin
Once the battle energy masters attack, one's attack power will be greatly improved. Once the golden battle armor masters defense, once learned, one will become a defensive fortress. Xiao Zhan, check out this movie
, I looked at that one again, and I really couldn’t make up my mind.
"These two choices are really torturous." Xiao Zhan said with deep emotion.
The sky was getting darker and darker, making the hall more brightly lit. Xiao Zhan knew that he could no longer hesitate.
"Everything is for my teammates." Xiao Zhan patted his chest and comforted himself, then strode forward resolutely and took over the golden armor.
Xiao Zhan's choice fell into the eyes of the Demon Emperor, who nodded secretly. He knew that Xiao Zhan was doing it for the team, and he couldn't help but appreciate Xiao Zhan even more.
Xiao Yan and Nan Erming also expressed their admiration and cast grateful glances at Xiao Zhan.
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In the blink of an eye, it was midnight, and the silver moonlight shone in the courtyard of Xiao Mansion, but it could not cover up the feeling of reluctance that filled the courtyard. Xiao Yan was leading the crowd to stand at the door of Xiao Mansion, waving goodbye to the Demon Emperor and Qing Lin.
Qinglin turned around again and again, and finally turned around and got into the sedan that had been prepared.
When the sedan curtain fell, a tear slipped quietly from the corner of Qing Lin's eyes, and turned into a thick bitterness in his mouth, just like Xiao Yan's lost heart under his calm appearance.
"Brother Xiao Yan, see you later." The Demon King's voice echoed in the night sky.
Xiao Yan's body stood stiffly under the red lantern hanging high at the entrance of Xiao Mansion, sadness quietly taking root in his heart. Looking at the streets with people coming and going, he suddenly felt a little lonely, and the night passed silently.
His figure was shrouded, and the shadow swallowed by loneliness stretched very long under the light.