In the northern suburbs of Dongyang, in a humble courtyard.
From the outside, this courtyard is the most common farmhouse.
In a room in the backyard, there is nothing, clean to the degree of perverts, don't say dust, even the air seems to be filtered by some invisible power purification many times.
There is a soft light gray carpet on the ground. I don't know what the material is. The touch is like nothing.
The four or four squares of the room, even if it is measured with optical instruments, is regarded as the most perfect quadrangle.
In the center of the cross line, there is a futon with a diameter of one meter.
On the futon, a young man stood there quietly.
Long body.
Junmei to the demon's face.
Cold all over.
There is no dust in the snow -white ancient unexpected clothes, and there is no fold.
The appearance of this young man is enough to kill the 99 % handsome guy in the world.
His hand, holding a glass of wine.
A glass of blood -red wine.
The palm of his hand is white, the fingers are long, the fingers are slightly stronger, full of strength.
The name of the wine is not forgotten, his name is Feng Qingxuan.
From the British Palace, from the white tiger family.
There are four major clans, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu.
Feng Qingxuan has another identity.
The blood of the blood will be God.
As the existence of this known world, the Hall of Yingling is bright, and the blood will be dark.
The two complement each other, but each has a set of well -exclusive system.
Whether it is secular, or Zongmen, super -energy organization, for the blood of the blood, it is nothing more than two words.
Crop.
That's right, one investment can be used as a crop that continues to harvest.
In the dark, the world's general trend, the dynasties replaced, and the national war, just for soul resources.
For thousands of years, everything has been under the control of the Blood Association, and there is no change.
But now the variables have appeared.
Su Mu.
As weeds in crops, just remove it.
However, at this moment, weeds seem to be particularly strong, and insecticides have no effect.
It seems that the surrounding crops are protecting this weeds.
It even involved the disappearance of the three senior elders of the Blood Society.
So Feng Qingxuan came.
Feng Qingxuan, the blood of the blood, the three generations of the Baihu family of the British Palace, the eldest son of the Baihu tribe in the future.
In the Hall of Yingling, the white tiger family is also the second place.
Feng Qingxuan is unwilling to do it by himself.
Because in his opinion, if he shot Su Mu, he had to give this weed face?
Weeds are weeds, and weeds that are strong are just weeds.
You only need to think about it casually, and naturally have countless slaves, and are willing to remove the weeds for him.
And what he needs to pay is nothing more than a look, a praise, and throwing another bone out.
Anything in the Hall of Yingling is a priceless treasure for these slaves.
For example, at this moment, some kind of elixir hidden in a certain teeth of Yang Wenhe.
This kind of elixir allows an ordinary person to make a horror of horror that is comparable to congenital peaks in a moment.
This is not the power of this person, but the power of elixir.
And this kind of elixir that is almost miracle, in the Hall of Yingling, is only a garbage that the dead will only use.
No one knows, either Zongmen or super -energy organizations, in fact, they are all in the Hall of Linglings ... slaves.
Even the slaves are not counted, just a dog.
Because of the origin of ancient martial arts and super energy, all from the gifts of the Hall of Lingling.
Feng Qingxuan stood quietly on the futon, and the blood -red wine in his hand exudes a very weird fragrance. He continues to enter his body with his breathing.
He was standing like this, it was almost a whole afternoon. Except for the clothes on his body, he would swing with the air slightly. He was like a statue.
He is enjoying.
Enjoy the pleasure after being pulled out.
But it seems that the joy he is waiting has not come.
On the contrary, he didn't know why, but he emerged with a faint anxiety.
Feng Qingxuan's gaze, slowly indifferent.
The time passed by every minute, his handsome face was like a statue, and his expression became more and more overcast.
"Impossible!"
"Hehe, are you really a legendary person in the legend?"
"In the heavenly pulse, how can there be a heavenly pulse in this world? Among the four major genes, the blood of the royal family has been diluted to completely without extraction. If you are really the heavenly pulse, that is ... haha!"
Feng Qingxuan murmured, and there was a touch of ridicule on his face.
finally.
Hom!
Tu Tu!
At the door of the back, there were three slight knocking on the door.
"speak."
At the door, a man in a black robe bowed slightly and said softly:
"His Royal Highness, failed."
Feng Qingxuan's eyes have shrunk slightly, like black holes.
He smiled suddenly and said:
"Is he a master of God?"
The black robe people didn't dare to speak, but just let the original bowed waist, sank slightly again.
As a servant around Feng Qingxuan, the black robe knows the habit of his master.
Never speak when you shouldn't speak.
Feng Qingxuan looked down at the glass in his hand, shaking it gently.
A very strong strange fragrance suddenly spread out.
The black robe man at the door of the room just smelled such a trace, and suddenly his face was bloody, sweaty under the rain.
This kind of strange wine named Jun Mo forgot is not what he can get up.
"Change someone, this time, use blood to refine the ethics."
When the black robe heard the blood refining the alfalfa, he was almost frightened and kneeling:
"His Royal Highness, think twice ...!"
The door of the room opened, Feng Qingxuan came to him, looking down at the black robe man with a smile:
"There will be no problems, something goes wrong, I am responsible. After this time I go back, I will improve the level of your family, and let your youngest son be self -contained, from noble people to voters."
The black robe man kneeling down:
"His Royal His Royal Highness."
"Go."
The black robe people immediately kneeling on the ground so and back gently.
He retreated until the yard, then he slowly stood up, then reached out and touched a cold sweat on his forehead, and a fanatic look flashed in his eyes.
What rewards are not as good as improving the family level.
In addition, letting the younger son is self -contained, and if things are not good, he will simply wipe his neck directly.
But it is impossible to do it. This time, the blood alchemy is used.
But who are you looking for?
Who can find it?
The struggle between the internal high -level and the Hall of the Blood Association was not what he should consider by a slave.
However, there must be such awareness.
The guy named Su Mu has recently become a kind of focus. If it is done too obvious, the consequences are not what he can bear.
Even if he is loyal to Feng Qingxuan, he may not be able to afford it.
In any case, he can't let him go to the gambling fight after a month.
No one knows, for the British or Blood Association, the gambling fight like an ant, what exactly involved.