Chapter 141 Strong shaking? !

Xue Rui's eyes were fixed on him. "Look carefully, this one is intact. The one you threw away has many holes in it. This black style is very common."

Celilda identified it again, and it seemed to be everywhere.

In addition, Sudan also mentioned earlier that there are many similar styles. Under the psychological suggestion, I accepted it without thinking too much.

She put it down and searched inside again.

After a moment, Celilda grew impatient and stood up. "It's nothing."

"For someone who wanted to learn magic and gain influence within the palace, some of the magic and character records are normal, but the content is very mixed, and most of it is fake."

She stared at Xue Rui, already hinting at dissatisfaction: "Can divine power be stored here?"

Xue Rui lowered her eyes, "Something you carry with you."

Celilda remained noncommittal and looked at Luo Bo. "Put these things back where they came from, and try to keep them exactly as they were when you took them."

Luo Bo's eyes widened, and he reluctantly replied "yes", obviously he had long forgotten what he looked like.

Finally, the Black Wizard looked at Xue Rui and gestured towards the small bathroom next door. "Is that way okay?"

Xue Rui lowered her head honestly: "Of course, sir."

At that moment, the two of them went straight to the private room.

After the door closed, two skeletons stood in front of it.

Everyone then dared to look up at the Sultan, whose face was half in shadow. No one dared to speak for a moment.

The Sultan placed his hands on his chest, as if this recovery had severely damaged his vitality, and his hair covered half of his face in shadow.

He ordered, "Serve the food, plenty of meat and fish, and clean the couch."

"Yes." The guards ignored the private room and went in and out through the main door.

After setting the table with food and making the bed, they all ignored the person with a severed hand and blood on the ground.

Iris's movements were rougher than usual, and she grabbed the food with her hands several times and gobbled it all up in no time.

When the guards met his eyes, they suddenly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him anymore. They looked at each other secretly, their legs trembling, and they almost wanted to leave first.

Tao Feike had never seen such a scene before, and was afraid at such close range, but he still endured the fear and whispered to someone to bring a basin of water.

After the water arrived, Tao Feike held it to the Sultan with both hands, "Your Majesty, this is water for washing after dinner."

After saying that, he gently placed it on the table and stepped back.

Iris swallowed the last bite, put her hands in the water to wash, and picked up the cloth beside her to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"Go out and guard the door. Go and call Evander and Lukeman over."

All the people seemed to have been pardoned, and they responded and fled away as if they could not wait.

The door outside opened and closed, and the door inside also opened. Iris glanced inside like an eagle and stepped in.

Celilda looked unhappy at being disturbed, but when someone approached her, her expression softened slightly.

"Only two people can be transferred. What are you doing coming in?"

Iris looked down at him and said, "Of course, we should make sure she is useless before killing her." There was murderous intent in her words.

The Black Wizard sighed, "She already possesses the power of a demon. Killing her will backfire. If you force her..."

She looked at the man's increasingly sinister expression and realized that Xue Rui had touched the Sultan's weak spot.

You can only choose one side, otherwise, this matter will not be resolved peacefully.

In comparison, Iris's physique is rarer. The current transfer method has successfully applied to two people and does not seem to be picky about people.

The Black Witch said, "How about this? After the power is transferred, we will release Cyril and put her into the Demon Sealing Bottle. How about that? She will be imprisoned forever."

After waiting for a few seconds, she understood the Sultan's expression and continued, "You are still young. This is your first time meeting someone like this, so it's all fresh."

"In the future, fifty or a hundred years from now, you'll find this ridiculous. In the face of absolute power, you have to know what's more important than what's less important."

"I've already said I'll release him, and I will. There's no need to argue with me about this."

"Now, get out." Celilda's tone became grim.

After a standoff of about ten seconds, undercurrents surged.

The Sultan looked up and down with an unhappy expression, his eyes full of measurement, and then he looked at Xue Rui who was lying on the ground with her eyes closed.

Finally, take a step back, turn around and leave.

…

For two hours, whether it was the people outside, the people inside, or those in the bottle, it felt more unbearable than usual.

Tu Xing's vision was becoming blurred and the spell was dissipating.

I deeply feel the effectiveness of these two spells. It has been almost twenty-four hours since yesterday afternoon.

Tu Xing shook his head, this was not the time to think about this.

Try to rub the edge with your fingers, try to push away the white mist, use both hands at the same time to shake the plug to make it active and click the wood grain.

I worked at full strength for at least half an hour, with sweat dripping down my temples.

The plug didn't move at all, and the air flow occasionally washed my hand, vaguely having the effect of relieving force.

Tu Xing frowned, and could only wait for the door outside to open. For now, Celilda promised to let him go.

Just as he was about to sense the cotton ball outside again, he was caught off guard by a strong force coming from the wall.

What's going on?

The whole bottle was shaking violently?!

…

Outside, the small bottle was spinning on the ground like a top, making a series of "dang" sounds.

Just as a golden shoe was about to stop, a woman exclaimed, "Evander!"

His voice was rapid and contained a strong tone of urgency, "Kick the bottle to me!"

"That's how the Sultan stays on the throne. Kick it to me, and the throne is yours according to the agreement!"

Immediately, a leg swept across and kicked the bottle that had just stopped to the side, and the bottle drifted rapidly!

Iris shouted angrily: "Seeking death!"

In an unnoticed corner, the guard's body, covered in blood, and his severed palm suddenly floated up.

The two palms returned to the cross section along the original route, and the blood flow resumed as before.

Ba bared his teeth, raised his hand to tear off the moss on his mouth, picked up a weapon, moved in a half-crouching position, and hid in the shadow area.