"What the hell is going on, tell me!"

Last time, I accompanied her to the Rothschild family's genetic warrior mercenary town, and after so long no contact, Jiang Xiaobai thought that Lathorne had forgotten about him.

"Can you come to Paris?" asked Lathorne.

Jiang Xiaobai listened to Lathorne's tone, which didn't seem so good, so he nodded and agreed.

"Okay!"

After talking to Su Rou, without alarming the others, Jiang Xiaobai directly commanded the White Tiger Sword and flew in the direction of France.

Two hours later, Jiang Xiaobai landed somewhere in Paris, in a mysterious stronghold in La Thorne.

After a few weeks of not seeing, Lathorne's face no longer had the calmness and calmness that he had when he was one of the thirteen speakers of the Dark Council, and when he saw Jiang Xiaobai appear, he hurriedly stepped forward and took his hand.

"Jiang, you're finally here!"

"What's wrong with making you so haggard, could it be that the Rothschilds are offering a huge bounty on the head on your neck?" Jiang Xiaobai joked with a grin.

Lathorne shook his head and said, "If that's the case, then it's good, my head, it's not so easy to take, the despicable Rothschilds, they are offering a bounty on my heads on the black market, and now they are hiding one by one and don't dare to show their heads, and they don't do anything to contact me, if this continues, my dark magic society will be disbanded!"

Jiang Xiaobai was happy, but he didn't expect that he almost guessed correctly.

However, when the Rothschild family uses this hand, it really means to use money to smash people, and the above board plan is to get you.

What makes Lathorne feel aggrieved is that in the competition of strength, he may not lose to the Rothschilds, but when it comes to competing for financial resources, the two are not of the same grade at all.

Now the bounty of a junior magician under Lathorne's hand, which is equivalent to the Qi refining period, has reached one million dollars, intermediate magicians, ten million dollars, and senior magicians depending on the situation, between 1 and 1 billion dollars each, and the top big magicians, if they can kill one, they will instantly become the richest people on the Forbes list.

"It's crazy, I'm all about to move, Lathorne, why don't you find two great magicians who don't like your eyes, tell me where they are, and I'll help you get rid of them?" Jiang Xiaobai said half-jokingly.

Lathorne waved his hand and said, "Don't provoke me here, I'm here to help you, not to make trouble." ”

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged, "Okay, how do you want me to help you?"

"In my capacity as president of the Dark Magic Society, I have sent a message to Solomon Rothschild, the patriarch of the Rothschild family, telling him that I will visit him in seven days, tomorrow!"

"Wait!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned and asked, "You don't plan to let me go with you to die, do you?"

Lathorne hurriedly shook his head and corrected: "It's not to die, it's to negotiate." ”

Jiang Xiaobai rolled his eyes, there was not much difference between this negotiation and going to death.

You can't even get people outside, and you dare to run into someone's lair, isn't this going to the toilet with a lantern - looking for?

"Are you really going?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Lathorne nodded, "Of course, as a sign of sincerity, I decided to take only you, with one of my vice presidents. ”

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, and he didn't know which poor old magician was targeted by Lathorne, and he regretted that he had thrown himself into Lathorne's camp in the first place.

"Okay, since you insist on going, then I can promise you, but you promise me to fulfill your promise in advance!" Jiang Xiaobai said.

The reason why he has been with Lathorn for so long is not to find out what the Jade Emperor said about the Western Demon Plague.

His plan to create a world hasn't started yet, and the things that should be prepared are not ready, and now the world can't let the demons mess around.

"This ......," Lathorne hesitated.

"Do you trust me, afraid that I will run away after I get paid?" Jiang Xiaobai said pretending to be angry.

Lathorne waved his hand and said, "How so, I've always considered you a good friend!"

It's a pity that Jiang Xiaobai won't believe a word of his words, if he really believes in Yangyang devils, it is estimated that he will have to help him count the money if he is sold.

"Well, I promise you to tell you the secrets of the Dark Council, but in return, you have to swear to the evil god Gatanjee that you will keep the secret from a third person. ”

"No problem!" Jiang Xiaobai agreed in one bite.

Swear or something, he has the least pressure, anyway, he is a monk in the East, not under the control of the Western gods.

"The evil god Gatanjee is above, and I, Jiang Xiaobai, am willing to swear by my soul......"

As Jiang Xiaobai spit out character by character, he could feel that there seemed to be a gaze in the darkness, looking in the direction of his side through the endless space.

These characters flew out of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth, turned into concrete golden characters, and disappeared into the void.

"Buzz!" As the last character fell, the void resounded.

The terrifying gaze seemed to finally lock on to its own direction and fall.

Just being watched through the endless void, Jiang Xiaobai felt that the mana in his body was running without trembling, and the turmoil in the sea of consciousness surged, and a dark force descended on the earth with willpower that was difficult to extinguish in space.

In Jiang Xiaobai's sea of knowledge, a monster shrouded in black qi revealed two scarlet blood pupils from the hood, and looked at the tenant who had already taken root here.

"Damn, what strange things have you provoked again?"

In Jiang Xiaobai's sea of knowledge, the Great Sun Heavenly Dragon roared with a trembling beard.

He could feel that the master of this willpower that descended on Jiang Xiaobai was definitely not a good man and a woman, and the evil power that penetrated into the depths of his soul made him, the prince of the Desolate Dragon Clan, feel secretly frightened.

"With you, it's really eight lifetimes of mold!" Da Ri Tianlong said with a scolding grin.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and spit out, and words in the shape of a small dragon came out, and finally converged in the air, forming a hundred-foot-high dragon pattern phantom.

"Whoa!"

The dragon shadow flicked its tail violently and slammed into the black-robed phantom.

"Boom!"

In Jiang Xiaobai's sea of consciousness, the sea water formed by divine consciousness was rolled up thousands of feet high, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.

After a full minute, Jiang Xiaobai came to his senses, turned his face away, stared at Lathorne, and said with an unkind face: "You yin me?"

(End of chapter)