"It turns out to be sir." Ba Heng was stunned for a moment and asked curiously, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Wang Ziqiao walked over slowly and glanced at Ba Heng: "Do I need to explain to you?"
The corner of Ba Heng's mouth twitched. Ba Lei had already given the order. No matter what Wang Ziqiao wanted to do, the clan members had to obey him. He made a gesture with a sneer, indicating to his men to take Zhikarizhen away quickly.
"Wait a minute." Wang Ziqiao waved his sleeves, "You guys wait outside while I have a few words with the young patriarch."
Ba Heng's expression froze, and he was about to speak when his gaze touched Wang Ziqiao's deep pupils. Suddenly, his mind fell into a trance and fell into an invisible whirlpool. "I listen to Mr...." Several subordinates heard Ba Heng's dull words.
There was a sound, and they watched him walk out first, standing outside the door like a stiff wooden stake. They hesitated for a moment, put down Zhikarizhen, and followed him out.
"I don't know why these tribesmen are crazy, and they come here to make trouble in the middle of the night." Zhikarizhen rubbed his scratched shoulder and complained, "Sir, you came just in time. Go tell Uncle Lei right away and make the decision for me.
"
Wang Ziqiao sighed indifferently, then pulled up the peacock mica screen and blocked it at the entrance of the stairs. He twisted out a magic formula with his left hand, and made a imaginary seal with the middle finger of his right hand to mark the character "mo" with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it, and pressed it gently on the screen.
The screen stirred up circles of gray light, and the surrounding area instantly became silent, cutting off everything outside, including the sound of the biting wind.
"No matter what you or I say at this moment, they won't be able to hear it." Wang Ziqiao looked deeply at Zhi Kaizhen, "Young patriarch, there is no need to be so pretentious."
Zhikari was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Sir, what you said reminds me of a story book. There was a bully who blocked the young lady in the wing room and wanted to do something wrong. He also said that you can scream, and others will listen if you scream.
not see."
Wang Ziqiao's eyes flashed, and he touched his palms and said: "Young Patriarch is really a wonderful person, and this is true. You are a knife and a knife, you are a fish. If Wang is a bully who wants to do evil, then the Young Patriarch will be the little lady on the chopping block."
Zhikarizhen's color suddenly changed, and he wrapped his hands tightly around his robe: "Sir, you actually like this? I'm not good at masculinity!"
Prince Qiao laughed dumbly: "The young patriarch is in a critical situation, but he still has the time to joke. His courage alone is better than ordinary people." He said in a deep voice, "Master Zhi, open the skylight and speak frankly. Barre covets it.
As the leader of the clan, I want to attack you. Once you go to the back mountain, no one will respond even if your throat is broken."
Zhikari was really surprised and said: "So sir, you have heard it. Have you been here a long time ago? But how could Uncle Lei attack me? Sir, don't be ridiculous."
Wang Ziqiao looked at Zhikarizhen thoughtfully, and after a while, he said: "Since you are not afraid, you must have a way to deal with it. Zhu Youjin's spells are mostly weird and mysterious spells, and you have to deal with a few
It may not be difficult for the clansmen. But -" he said sharply, "what if Barre takes action himself?"
Zhikarizhen looked confused: "I don't understand what sir is talking about."
Wang Ziqiao didn't care and continued: "At least for now, Wang can influence Barre's decision. You should understand this, right? The young patriarch is a smart man, so you might as well weigh it carefully."
He paced with his hands behind his hands, looking at the furnishings in the bamboo building. Seeing the iron nails embedded in the wall, Wang Ziqiao said: "There was supposed to be a calligraphy and painting hanging here, but why is it missing? Was it burned down in a hurry just now?
He stepped over the ashes of the brazier and said, "It doesn't matter even if you burn the secret book. Young Patriarch, you are a living copy of the secret book of Zhu You's Forbidden Curse. And this -" He randomly pulled out a few Erotica books from the cabinet shelf.
Picture album, smiled and shook his head, "This is too fake. If you really like these things, you should have torn them out a long time ago. How can they be so new that there are no creases at all? What's more, the two little maids are still virgins, you can't even touch them
I haven't even touched it. Young patriarch, in front of Wang, you and I should be honest."
Zhikari shook his head: "What exactly do you want to say, sir?"
Wang Ziqiao turned his head and stared at Zhikarizhen, his eyes shining brightly: "Xu-ji-nail-fetus-soul-soul-forbidden-fa!" He walked towards Zhikarizhen step by step.
, calm and relaxed, like a leopard hunting gracefully, "I only want the part about the soul. Hand it over, Shikari Makoto, it will be good for you and me."
The two sides looked straight at each other, very close to each other. Wang Ziqiao's eyes were like an endless abyss, shrouded in mist, as if he would fall into it after just one glance.
The insect chrysalis suddenly made a clear cry between Zhi Shou Zhen's eyebrows. At the same time, Wang Ziqiao hummed lowly, and a wisp of blood oozed from his nostrils.
"I've never heard of such talk about forbidden laws." Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed, but he still shook his head.
Prince Qiao suddenly smiled. As expected, the inheritance of Zhu You's forbidden spell fell into Zhikarizhen's hands! Only by practicing one of the four great spiritual books, "The Forbidden Method of the Soul of Xuji Nailed Embryo", could the young man in front of him resist him.
His soul-capturing magic also caused him to suffer backlash.
Wang Ziqiao laughed loudly and opened the window. The wind was rushing down the mountain at night, but it was still difficult to rush into the room, like a tightly bound beast.
"Did you know that in ancient times, human beings were like wild beasts, preying on the weak, hunting and plundering, and winning everything they wanted with blood and fire." Wang Ziqiao looked at the sky in the distance and narrated, his deep and magnetic voice conveying the emotion of photography.
The magic of man.
"It was a barbaric era where the winner took all and the loser died."
"However, something greater has emerged. It is superior to primitive killing, superior to barbaric power, superior to all martial arts and magic."
"It's the deal."
"Human beings have learned to replace plunder with trading, each taking what he needs and exchanging at equal value. Even the weak have room for gain, and even the strong still need to compromise. Traffickers, pawns, emperors and generals, Taoist sects, and martial arts masters use transactions to make profits.
, make peace through trade, and make up for each other's weaknesses through trade. Looking at the world, all living beings are just a chess game of trade."
Wang Ziqiao closed the window and turned to look at Zhikarizhen: "Young patriarch, you and I might as well make a deal. Give me the part about the soul in the "Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Method", and I will take you to escape the wilderness alive."
The surroundings fell into silence. Zikari stared at the "mo" character seal on the peacock mica screen for a long time, as if he was wandering in another world. The halo of the talisman seal gradually faded, and after a while, there was a "pop" sound, and the character "mo" was like a
The bubble burst.
As if he had just woken up from a dream, Zhi Shou turned to Wang Ziqiao and let out a long yawn: "I was distracted just now and didn't listen to what Mr. Chen was saying."
Wang Ziqiao stared at Zhiharuzhen silently, without saying a word. At this time, Ba Heng, who was outside, suddenly woke up, rushed in, kicked open the screen, and stared at Wang Ziqiao in surprise and doubt. "I have been entrusted with Wuwu."
I have given the order to take the young patriarch to the back mountain to guard it." He plucked up the courage and said to Prince Qiao.
Wang Ziqiao sighed softly, and Ba Heng immediately grabbed Zhikarizhen, put it on his shoulder, and hurriedly ran out. Suddenly, Wang Ziqiao's face changed slightly, and Zhikarizhen lay on Ba Heng's shoulder, facing him, his lips squirmed, and he said silently
Said something.
Prince Qiao was silent for a while, throwing his head back and laughing. Outside the bamboo building, Zhi Xizhen's lazy slang song came from a distance: "I have a little donkey, and I never ride it. One night, it broke in and took me
Going to the market. I have a small leather whip in my hand, and the donkey is very proud..."
The song echoed in the night sky, occasionally mixed with the shouts and curses of Ba Heng and others. Prince Qiao smiled unconsciously, and the image of Zhiqizhen's lips squirming when he left appeared in his mind: "Sir, if you want to trade, you have to keep my little one."