In the northern suburbs of Dongyang, there is an inconspicuous courtyard.
From the outside, this courtyard is the most ordinary farmhouse.
There was nothing in a room in the backyard, clean to the point of pervert. Not to mention dust, even the air seemed to be purified and filtered many times by some invisible force.
There is a soft light gray carpet on the ground. I don’t know what material it is, and the touch is as if nothing is left.
The room is square, even if measured by optical instruments, it is regarded as the most perfect quadrilateral.
At the center of the crossing line, there is a futon with a diameter of one meter.
On the futon, a young man stood there quietly.
Slim figure.
A handsome face.
All over, cold.
A snow-white ancient costume was spotless and without any wrinkles.
The young man's appearance is enough to kill 99% of the handsome guys in this world in seconds.
He was holding a glass of wine.
A glass of blood-red wine.
The palms are white, the fingers are slender, and the knuckles are slightly larger, full of power.
The name of wine is not forgotten, his name is Feng Qingxuan.
From the Temple of Heroes and was born in the White Tiger clan.
There are four major tribes in the Heroic Spirit Hall - Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise.
Feng Qingxuan also has another identity.
Bloodborne Son of God.
As an existence that transcends this known world, the Temple of Heroes is in the light and the Bloodborne will be in the dark.
The two complement each other, but each has a complete set of their own perfect systems.
Whether it is secular, sect, or super-powered organizations, for the Blood Seed Association, they are just two words.
Crops.
That’s right, one investment can provide continuous harvesting crops.
The world is under the secret, the change of dynasties, and national wars are nothing more than soul resources.
For thousands of years, everything has been under the control of the Blood Seed Society, without any variables.
However, now variables have emerged.
Su Mu.
As weeds in crops, just remove them.
However, at this moment, the weeds seemed particularly strong, and the insecticides were ineffective.
Even the crops around seemed to be protecting the weed.
It even involved the disappearance of three senior elders of the Blood Seed Association.
So Feng Qingxuan came.
Feng Qingxuan, the Son of the Blood Seed, the eldest son of the White Tiger clan in the Heroic Spirit Hall, and the future leader of the White Tiger clan.
In the Temple of Heroes, the White Tiger clan is also the second-ranked existence.
Feng Qingxuan is unwilling to do it himself.
Because in his opinion, if he attacked Su Mu, how much face would he give this weed?
Weeds are weeds. No matter how strong a weed is, it is just weeds.
Just have one thought at will, and there will naturally be countless servants who are willing to remove this weed for him.
What he needs to pay is nothing more than a look, a word of praise, and then throwing a bone out.
Anything in the Valhalla is priceless to these servants.
For example, there is a certain pill hidden in Yang Wenhe's teeth at this moment.
This kind of pill can make an ordinary person emit a terrifying blow that is comparable to the peak of the innate Great Perfection in an instant.
This is not the power of this person, but the power of elixirs.
And this kind of pill that is almost miraculous is just a garbage that only dead men can use in the Temple of Heroes.
No one knows that whether it is the sect or the super organization, they are actually just slaves from the Temple of Heroes.
Even a slave is not counted, just a dog.
Because the origins of ancient martial arts and superpowers all come from the gifts of the Temple of Heroes.
Feng Qingxuan stood quietly on the cushion, and the glass of blood-red wine in his hand emitted an extremely strange fragrance, which continued to enter his body with his breathing.
He stood like this for almost an entire afternoon, except that his clothes would sway with the air slightly, he was like a statue.
He is enjoying it.
Enjoy the pleasure of the annoying weeds being pulled out.
But it seemed that the pleasure of his waiting had not come.
On the contrary, he had a faint sense of anxiety in his heart for some reason.
Feng Qingxuan's eyes slowly became cold.
As time passed by minute by minute, his handsome face, which was like a statue, became more and more sinister.
"Impossible!"
"Haha, are you really the chosen one in the legend?"
"How can there be a Tianzhi in this world? Among the genes of the four major clans, the blood of the royal family has faded to the point where it is completely impossible to extract. If you are a Tianzhi, then that is...haha!"
Feng Qingxuan murmured to himself, with a hint of mockery on his face.
finally.
Dear!
Twist!
Three slight knocks came from the door with their backs facing away from them.
"speak."
At the door, a man in black robe bowed slightly and said softly:
"Your Highness, failed."
Feng Qingxuan's pupils shrank slightly, like a black hole.
He suddenly smiled faintly and said:
"Is he a master of the Divine Realm?"
The man in black robe did not dare to speak, but just let the waist, which was originally bent, sink slightly down again.
As a servant beside Feng Qingxuan, the man in black robe knew his master's habits.
Never speak when you shouldn't speak.
Feng Qingxuan looked down at the wine glass in his hand and shook it gently.
A very strong and strange fragrance suddenly dissipated.
The man in black robe at the door of the room only smelled a little bit, and suddenly his face turned bloody and his body was sweating like rain.
This kind of strange wine, called Jun Mowang, is not something he can afford.
"Switch another person, this time, use blood to refine the pill."
When the man in black robe heard about the blood alchemy, he was so scared that he almost knelt down:
"Your Highness, think twice...!"
The door of the room opened, Feng Qingxuan came to him, looked down at the man in black and smiled slightly:
"There will be no problem. If something happens, I will be responsible. After I go back this time, I will upgrade your family and make your youngest son a family, from a noble person to a voter."
The man in black robe knelt down with a thud:
"So for His Highness to die."
"Go."
The man in black robe immediately knelt on the ground and gently retreated.
He retreated to the yard before he slowly stood up, then reached out and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and a fanatical look flashed in his eyes.
No reward can compare to improving the family level.
In addition, if the youngest son is self-contained, if things are not done well, he will just wipe his neck.
But it is impossible to do it. This time, the blood alchemy used is used.
But who should I look for?
Who can we look for to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The struggle between the senior members of the Blood Seed and the Valhalla is not something he should consider as a slave.
However, you must have this kind of awareness.
That guy named Su Mu has become a focus recently. If it is done too obviously, the consequences will not be something he can bear.
Even Feng Qingxuan, who was loyal to him, may not be able to bear it.
In any case, he cannot be allowed to participate in the bet a month later.
No one knows what the battle like an ant involves for the Heroic Temple or the Bloodborne Society.