"Have you heard of... the name Su Wensheng?" Su Ming'an touched his face.
The Lord of the World had a confused look in his eyes as he stared at Su Mingan's face, as if he was thinking, yet also at a loss.
It seems that the Lord's brain was seriously injured and his memory was so confused that he couldn't even remember the alliance.
At this time, a thin-faced man dragged a group of people tied up and walked into the hall, bowed and reported: "Master, the residents who spread the rumors have been arrested. They are all here for you to punish."
The bound people had towels stuffed in their mouths, their eyes were filled with tears, and they kept sobbing.
"...So noisy." The Lord leaned against the statue, yawned, and looked coldly at the thin-faced man: "Who told you to bring these things into the temple?"
"You said before that once we catch these people, we will send them to you..." The man responded with a bow. Suddenly, he saw the cold eyes of the Lord of the World. He felt a chill in his heart and immediately knelt down and said, "You are too talkative. I will put them in jail right now..."
Su Mingan glanced at the sobbing people and asked, "What crime have they committed?"
The Lord of the World said lazily, "They said I doted on my adopted daughter too much."
Su Mingan: "...Just this sentence?"
"That's it."
Su Mingan finally understood what people meant when they said "the world leader is cruel". There were boys of twelve or thirteen years old in this group of people. Maybe they just parroted what others said and were caught here without even making it public.
"What are you going to do with them?" Su Mingan said.
The thin-faced man glanced at Su Mingan in surprise. He had never seen the World Lord speak so kindly. If he had kept asking questions, he would have been torn into pieces by the World Lord.
"One pool." The Lord opened the lid of the tea and brushed off the foam on the surface of the water: "We have guests here today, so be gentle."
The thin-faced man cupped his hands in response and stabbed a woman in the stomach with a sword.
The woman opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with pain and despair. She looked at the Lord pitifully, as if begging for mercy, but knew it was useless, and soon she fell down spitting blood foam, without a sound.
A person died just like that, and the Lord of the World blew gently on the surface of the tea, unperturbed, his silver mask gleaming with a cold light like a sharp blade.
Then, Yihong walked to the next person.
Su Mingan knew that he shouldn't interfere with the rule of the world master, but this scene really disgusted him. He said calmly: "The room is full of the unpleasant smell of blood. Do you like this smell? Or do you deliberately want to show a cruel killing scene because I am here to show my power?"
The Lord's wrist trembled, and he looked at Su Ming'an in astonishment, as if he was surprised that Su Ming'an was so bold. However, looking at this familiar face, the Lord's depression inexplicably dissipated, and he said lightly:
"Yihong, take them and get out."
Yihong immediately led the group of people away, leaving only a pool of blood.
In the huge hall, there were only two people and the flickering candlelight.
The ruler of the world bent his head to sip tea, his purple hair hanging down, the porcelain cup was jade white, and the orange-red color stained by the candlelight fell on the silver mask, becoming the only warm color.
The slight collision of porcelain was like the sound of jade beads. Su Mingan moved his ears and heard a slightly hoarse voice:
"Do you know?"
"The last time I dealt with this kind of criminal, I didn't kill him with one blow, but instead I let him savor it slowly... If you can't even accept this, you're even less capable of that kind of scene."
"I can't?" Su Ming'an replied, "I've seen more bloody scenes than you. I just can't bear to see a man who was gentle and polite the day before yesterday turn into a bloodthirsty and brutal mad king today."
The ruler is intelligent, but cruel.
However, the ruler is so schizophrenic because of a brain disease. Today he just happened to be in a manic-depressive state. Otherwise, he would still be a capable monarch.
"...Heh." The Lord's five fingers showed blue veins, and his eyes were full of coldness: "I have repeatedly given in because you make me curious...but do you really think I dare not kill you?"
"You dare, but you can't." Su Ming'an stood with his arms folded.
Su Mingan was originally provocative, but the Lord calmed down and his voice gradually calmed down: "Okay."
"I won't kill you because I'm familiar with your face. You also said that we formed an alliance the day before yesterday." The Lord of the World stroked his forehead, as if he had a headache: "You have to stay before I remember these things. Every time I see your face, my mind seems to remember something a little bit..."
Su Mingan was speechless. Was the Lord treating him as a medicine to treat mental illness? Just by looking at his face for a few times, he could slowly recall the past.
If the world ruler is really Wen... this makes sense.
The World Lord has a lot of information that Su Mingan needs, such as the reason for the two Yueyues, the reason for the disappearance of the five people from the Hui family, the true identity of the World Lord... Now, the Undead Realm is developing steadily, and the top players rescued by Su Mingan are all doing things, so they don't need him to sit in the back as a babysitter.
His position is a pioneer, a front-line information digger, facing the gods and civilizations. It is just right to stay here to find information.
Su Mingan said: "If you let me see the God of Annihilation, I will stay for a while."
This was an extremely tricky condition. It was extremely difficult to meet a god, but the Lord of the World did not care and nodded: "Okay, I will introduce you tomorrow."
In this way, the fourth ring of the main task was completed and everything went smoothly.
Su Mingan nodded. Although the Lord looked at him as if he were a new and interesting toy, if he really thought so, he would be in for a lot of trouble.
Seeing the Lord showing impatience, Su Mingan said goodbye at the right time.
"Tao'er, arrange the best room for him." At the Lord's order, the girl with the double buns came over, her pink skirt fluttering and her smile sweet. In such a dull and depressing atmosphere, she was the only one who was as lively as a peach blossom in spring.
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