Rumble!

The brilliant golden light flashed away, and the magic that shook the heavens and the earth slowly subsided, and the pressure like heavenly power gradually dissipated.

The blood clan in the lower echelons of the castle breathed a long sigh of relief if they were granted amnesty.

And their prince was staring at his chest with an ugly face, where there was a thumb-thick transparent wound that could see the scenery behind him.

"Just because you and I have the same blood, I forgive you once, my brother!"

After the transposition, the two stood with their backs to each other.

A bloodstain on Abel Robin's face healed rapidly, and the unheaving voice brought heavy pressure.

"But...... There will be no second time, and don't take my kindness for weakness. ”

Bang dang~

A heavy disc was still on the desk, and Abel Robin turned into a ghostly light and disappeared into the room in an instant.

It was a long time before the wound on Marcy Robin's chest squirmed and healed, and he turned with a gloomy face and picked up the familiar disc on the table.

"Blood Moon Compass ......"

His face became more and more ugly, and he shook the bell on the table, and soon a white-haired gentleman dressed as a butler pushed the door in.

"Go and check the information of the Demon Party, especially the Tsmich Clan, why did their [Blood Moon Compass] fall into Abel's hands?"

"Also, Abel hasn't been back for decades, why did he suddenly return to the ancestral land?

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

The old butler bowed slightly and gently closed the door.

Marcy's fiefdom was not far from Abel Robin's, and soon pieces of information were gathered in front of him.

"Margaret Robin has advanced to Black Iron? hmm, defeated 1,397 competitors and became the first Bloodbather to enter the [Blood Pool]!"

Looking at the few familiar names in the defeated list, Marcy Robin's eyes flickered.

To be heard by him so often meant that these young men were the elite of the various clans, and if he remembered correctly, his damn niece was only in her teens this year!

In terms of the lifespan of the Bloodline, she is still in the "baby" stage of toddlerhood.

Abel won't let his daughter advance blindly, so ...... It must be that even he thinks that he has accumulated enough!

Touching the limit as a teenager?

No wonder it can overwhelm this year's blood elite!

Marcy Robin's eyes flashed with a soft light, but they were quickly filled with disgust.

She has filthy blood in her veins, and the more glorious she is, the more disgraced the Bloodclan becomes!

But when he saw the next piece of information, he couldn't help but flash a trace of horror in his deep eyes.

Abel beat the two Tsmich princes to sleep?

Jingle bell~

After the rattle, only ten seconds later, an elegant old gentleman quietly appeared in front of Marcy Robin.

"Is this information accurate?"

After many confirmations, it is basically true, and after the two princes were defeated, they both forcibly arranged the "aftermath", which is what many demon parties have seen with their own eyes. ”

Hiss~

Marcy gasped, her eyebrows tied into a dead knot.

Although he defeated the two Prince Tsmich one after the other, from the previous state of Abel facing him, he couldn't see any appearance of having experienced a big battle!

So, the battle is likely to be one-sided.

In a sense, Abel was not the two princes defeated, but three!

Fingers involuntarily caressed his chest, and Marcy seemed to feel the transparent wound running through his chest and back.

After pondering for a long time, Marcy's fingers subconsciously put on the [Blood Moon Compass] and rubbed gently.

The intricate pattern has a strong magic flowing through the fingers, bringing a slight tingling sensation through the fingers.

Defeat the spoils of Prince Tsmish?

Demonstration? or overture?

Or is it a combination of grace and power?

With a sneer, Marcy Robin picked up the [Blood Moon Compass] and played with it slowly, the light in his eyes was uncertain.

It has to be said that Abel's means worked.

Use external violence to deter the inside, and at the same time win over the neutrals, if you accept the [Blood Moon Compass] yourself, then it means that Fan Zhuo is internally ironclad.

With the influence of the Fanzhuo clan, at least within the Secret Party, there would never be anyone who spoke out against that damned niece.

If this state of affairs continues, it means that several major clans have acquiesced to Margaret Robin's status.

When she reaches adulthood, she may be eligible to compete for the title of Robin family!

It is even possible to inherit Abel's throne and fief!

Fingers unconsciously tapped on the [Blood Moon Compass], and the thoughts in Marcy's mind turned sharply, as if his eyes were looking through time and space, seeing the future decades later.

After a long silence, Marcy Robin suddenly shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Thinking too much, every year there is a bloody person, and beating those immature young people is nothing, at most it can be called potential.

Besides, it may not be a good thing to advance too early, and his niece may not be able to break through the epic level in her lifetime, but she is considering the influence of her advanced prince, which is simply unfounded.

With a flick of his wrist, the [Blood Moon Compass] disappeared into Marcy Robin's hand, and he stood up leisurely, his eyes clear.

He didn't want to tear his face with the prince of the same clan, just ignore the annoying niece in the future, maybe one day she would die inexplicably in some secret realm, and he didn't need to take the initiative to do anything.

The benefits of getting your hands are the real benefits, and you can't risk the civil war to cheapen outsiders.

After all...... [Blood Moon Compass] is really fragrant!

..................

Whoa~

Under the gushing running water, Li Rui cleaned the chicken feet, cut off his nails, and put them aside for later use.

On the other side, the water in the huge iron pot began to boil slightly, Li Rui put in bay leaves, cumin, pepper, and ginger, and after it boiled, he put in an appropriate amount of salt.

Smelling the light fragrance, Li Rui dipped his chopsticks into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

But then he remembered that he had caught his sister from this pot this morning, and the taste in his mouth suddenly became less fragrant!

With a long sigh, Li Rui shook his head and poured dozens of catties of chicken feet into it.

When they were almost cooked, Li Rui took them out and put them in ice water to wash off the greasy on them.

Finally, put the chicken feet into a half-person-high kimchi jar, then pour cold boiled water, pickled pepper, pickled ginger, salt, pickled pepper water, rice vinegar, millet pepper pepper in turn, and finally seal the pickle jar with water.

After doing this, Li Rui finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the same kimchi jar next to him.

The chicken feet soaked a few days ago should be fine, right?

In the living room, two loli, one big and one small, are scuffling desperately on the sofa, scrambling for the TV remote control board.

"Watch the King of Chefs!"

"No! look at the animal world!"

"What's so nice about the monkeys jumping around?

"It's not like you can't eat those chefs!"

"At least it can satisfy your cravings!"

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