"Ning Yu, long time no see!!"
In the dark night, Mr. Zhao, dressed in a gray robe, cut through the thick darkness and broke into the Ningnan Marquis's mansion.
At this moment, Ning Yu and Ning Que were sitting together.
His face was full of anxiety.
"Why are you here?"
Ning Yu heard the voice and turned to look at the door.
The moment he saw the gray robe, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stood up quickly. "At this moment, His Majesty is having the Ninth Prince Xiao Chen thoroughly investigate the Demon Blood Case. Even the family of Minister of War Zhou Xuanbing is implicated!"
"Why are you causing trouble at this time?"
Ning Yu was horrified when he saw Mr. Zhao coming.
Just now, he and Ning Que were extremely anxious about the appearance of the demon blood case.
Who would have thought,
At this time, Mr. Zhao suddenly appeared here? ! !
As the core figure of the Demon Blood Case,
Mr. Zhao has always been the most mysterious. Ning Yu never knew where he got so much "demon blood".
After so many years of cooperation,
The demon blood in Mr. Zhao's hand seemed endless.
Therefore, even though he didn't know his identity, Ning Yu, the Marquis of Ningnan, still respected him.
But today is different.
This matter is really urgent!
"No problem!"
"After today, there will no longer be a Ninth Prince!"
Mr. Zhao smiled and generously forgave Ning Yu's impolite behavior.
He just waved his hands, his expression lazy and casual.
He walked to the central hall and sat down in the main seat.
"What?"
Both Ning Yu and Ning Que showed expressions of horror.
They turned to look at Mr. Zhao. His words just now were like a bolt of lightning that struck them.
"Brother Zhao, what does it mean that there is no such person as the Ninth Prince?"
"Please explain yourself clearly!!"
Ning Yu's face was trembling, and it was unclear whether he was excited or scared, or both.
He turned and walked up to Mr. Zhao, staring at him intently, trying to get the answer from his eyes.
'Mr. Zhao' did not speak, but instead turned over a covered bowl, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mist Hidden Dragon Beard Tea is taken from the mist of Taihu Lake in Lingzhou. It has a sweet fragrance and is worth a fortune!"
“Not bad, not bad!!”
Mr. Zhao's eyes lit up, and he kept savoring the aroma of the tea and praising it repeatedly.
"you...."
“Cough cough cough…”
Seeing him do this, Ning Yu's body, which had been seriously injured and had not yet recovered, suddenly felt a surge of blood and energy. He felt a sweetness in his throat and started coughing.
Mr. Zhao put down the teacup and glanced at Ning Yu, seeing that Ning Yu was so anxious.
He no longer hesitated, but leaned back and said with a smile:
"Lord Ning, after so many years of cooperation, I'm afraid you still don't know my identity?"
"I came here today to inform Lord Ning of two pieces of good news."
"First, I am from the Demon God Cult. Today, a priest from my Demon God Cult entered the imperial capital to assassinate the Ninth Prince!"
"If nothing unexpected happens, today will be the day he dies!"
What?
Ning Que's face was filled with excitement, as if he couldn't believe what he heard?!
Ning Yu showed a hint of fear: "Demon God Cult?! Are you a remnant of the Demon God Cult?!"
As the Marquis of Ningnan in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he knew too well the disaster caused by the demon clan!
But he never expected that one day he would cooperate with the demon clan.
"So what if it's a monster? So what if it's a human?"
"If it weren't a demon, how could you have the Mist Hidden Dragon Beard Tea that's worth a fortune today?"
"If it weren't a demon, how could you provide such a huge amount of demon blood that you can earn so much every day?"
"If you weren't a demon, who would help you deal with your enemy, the Ninth Prince?"
"To tell you the truth, this era of great strife is coming!"
"The Great Zhou will soon cease to exist!!"
"And the demon god will return to this world!"
As Mr. Zhao spoke, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes suppressing Ning Yu like an eagle.
His words completely shattered Ning Yu's three perspectives: "A world of great... great strife?!!"
He widened his eyes and thought of the previous dynasty, which seemed just like the Great Zhou of today...
Just when Ning Yu, the Marquis of Ningnan, was shocked, Ning Que, who was standing next to him, had already dilated his pupils, his eyes full of ambition.
"Mr. Zhao, please teach me!"
"If the Demon God Cult can really kill my father and I, two great enemies!"
"Ask Ning Que to do anything! Ning Que is willing to do it!"
Mr. Zhao turned to look at Ning Que, only to see that his eyes were excited. He knelt on his knees and saluted him.
"Such a smooth boy!"
"But that's just what I want!"
Mr. Zhao threw away his gray robe, and his thin, dry black palm appeared in front of the two.
In the palm of his hand, a drop of golden blood slowly emerged, and this blood contained infinite power.
"Thousand-year-old dragon blood?!"
Ning Yu's eyes widened in shock, she lost her voice. "This...this kind of blood essence isn't even found in the Great Zhou Imperial Shrine!"
"How do you have it?"
"This drop of blood is enough for a person to cultivate to the Grandmaster level in a short period of time!"
Mr. Zhao ignored Ning Yu's shock, turned to look at Ning Que, smiled and said, "This is for you!"
"Since you are willing to join my Demon God Cult, this item will be your reward for joining the cult!"
Ning Que took the essence and blood, his eyes showing surprise. He bowed repeatedly and thanked, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"
"Thank you, Master Demon God!"
Mr. Zhao nodded in satisfaction: "Ning Que, since you have joined the Demon God Cult and received the blood of the thousand-year-old dragon."
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