The moon rises, the night is slightly cool, in the southeast of the Three Imperial City, in an inconspicuous courtyard, the lights are bright, and the fragrance of wine is overflowing.

The strong marching wine, drunk into the throat, the hot burning sensation came, making people intoxicated.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone is drunk if they are not drunk, the two have very different personalities and huge age differences, but they sit together bizarrely and drink heartily.

Ning Chen, who has always been scheming, this time, did not play any more scheming, drank one jar after another of spirits into his stomach, experienced the pressing burning sensation, and his exhaustion was reduced a lot.

Xuan Mo looked at the young man in front of him, his mentality and views gradually changed, the first time they met, he had a general impression of this young man, because he couldn't understand him.

The young man who can completely hide his mind can see how terrifying his scheming is, and his intuition tells him that this disciple of the Nine Shadows King is not simple.

He had been stationed in the Three Emperors City for too long, and he had seen countless young Tianjiao, but he had never had any good feelings for these powerful people who were approachable on the outside but deep as the sea on the inside.

When he first saw this son, he also felt like this, but because of the relationship between the Nine Shadow Kings, he still had many reservations.

See you today, this son took two jars of wine to him to drink, his impression of this young man is even worse, for hundreds of years, more than one prince has come to woo him, the means are different, but the final goal is the same.

He holds the forbidden army in his hand and is in charge of the safety of the Three Imperial Cities, for the princes, it is a powerful bargaining chip for the unification, he doesn't like the battle of Huangquan, it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand this.

Therefore, in the face of this disciple of the Nine Shadows King, he was unwilling to beat around the bush and directly explained his attitude.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this son denied and dispelled his concerns with a few simple words.

A prince with a noble status, but no inheritance qualifications, why should he be the commander of the forbidden army.

He came to him, just to drink.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was dotted with autumn soldiers.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death, poor and white!"

The spirit of the wine burned his heart, and the spirit of wine rushed to his brain, Ning Chen looked at the night scene outside the window, and whispered softly.

When he was young, he led troops to guard Daxia, fought bloody battles, fought horses for ten years, and guarded his cherished relatives and friends.

When he was young, the gods came into the world, the catastrophe in Shenzhou, and the time of life and death, he had to give up everything and borrow a century-old foundation from the sky with 500 years of life, resist the power of the gods, and send the gods back to heaven.

In the prime of life, the merger of the five regions, the turmoil and strife, the invasion of Tianfu, the death of his lips and teeth, in order to prevent Shenzhou from being robbed again, he had to raise his sword and fight again to protect the safety of the lower realm.

When he was middle-aged, he went to the outside of the world, in order to find the way to resurrect the ghost girl, he fought on the immortals, fought thousands of prides, and obtained the immortal god tree and Yao Chi water.

At the age of a hundred years, the white hair was all over his head, the immortal peach tree blossomed and bore fruit, the ghost girl was resurrected, and under the punishment of heaven, his life also ended.

It's just that the ghost girl saved him again and forcibly pulled him back from the ghost gate for another life.

In this life, how will he go?

The wine was poured into his stomach one after another, Ning Chen's eyes were a little confused, or one day, he woke up from a drunken dream, and everything returned to his youth, when he was in his prime, he dared to bend his face.

Poor white happens, poor white happens!

A hundred years, he should have been old a long time ago.

On the side, Xuan Mo listened to the murmurs of the young people around him, and for some reason an inexplicable desolation rose in his heart.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened!

This is a portrayal of the general in the world, why does this son have such an exclamation.

Xuan Mo looked at the people around him for a long time, and his eyes shrank slightly.

It wasn't until now that he noticed that this young man's long hair was completely white.

Among the hundred races, there are non-white-haired races, so few people will notice these.

However, whether it is his Heavenly Demon Clan or the Human Race, at this age and realm, he will never be young and gray-haired.

In the Three Emperors City, everyone rumored that the Thirteen Princes were demons from the human world, and because they devoured a royal celestial demon, they would have royal blood.

After staring at it for a long time, Xuan Mo sighed lightly, it seems that this disciple of the Nine Shadows King has too many unknown pasts.

"Brother Xuanmo, one day, if we meet on the battlefield, I won't leave you alone. ”

Taking a sip of the liquor into his throat, Ning Chen suddenly spoke, and said in a surprisingly serious tone.

When Xuan Mo heard this, his expression was stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

Ning Chen smiled slightly, didn't say anything more, and continued to drink silently.

He is very clear about his identity and mission, now that the passage between the Primordial Demon Realm and the Outer Heaven has been opened, although the predecessor of Prince Yan and the mysterious old man have taken action to deter the Scale Emperor and the first batch of Hundred Clan powerhouses, however, between the Primordial Demon Realm and the Human Race, sooner or later there will be a battle.

This is a battle left over from the ancient era, and it cannot be avoided, the hundred clans of the primordial demon domain will not give up this opportunity to compete for more resources, especially the heavenly demon clan with three demon emperors, I am afraid that since the ancient era~, they have not given up their ambition to reign over the world.

"Your Highness, there is a sentence that I would like to advise you. Xuan Mo said in a deep voice.

"It's okay for Brother Xuanmo to say everything," Ning Chen smiled.

"The struggle for imperial power has always been a battlefield where there are no swordsmen, and it is even more cruel than the battlefield, if Your Highness has no intention of this, it is best not to be involved in it. "Xuanmo is colorful.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop"

Ning Chen silently poured a sip of wine and said, "Being in this position, how can you clean yourself up, does Brother Xuanmo know that in the past few days, how many royal dignitaries have come to the Nine Shadows Palace?"

"His Royal Highness's master is the King of the Nine Shadows, if His Highness insists on not participating in the struggle for imperial power, who would dare to force His Highness?" Xuan Mo said in a condensed voice.

"The eldest prince, the third prince, the seventh prince, and all the princes, which one is not the heir of the third emperor, I don't want to fight, it doesn't mean that I can be alone, okay, Brother Xuanmo, we only drink today, don't talk about political affairs. ”

Ning Chen stretched out the wine jar and said with a smile.

Xuan Mo nodded, bumped the wine jar, said no more, and raised his head to drink.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and beside the two of them, the empty wine jars were piled up one after another, forming a hill.

The woman came and added new oil to the lamp, and left silently without disturbing them.

In the middle of the moon, Xuan Mo was half-lying in front of the door, snorting and falling asleep, without cultivating to resist the strength of the wine, even the commander of the forbidden army who was the king of cultivation could not resist the fierce strength of the marching wine.

Ning Chen drank the last jar of wine, put the jar aside, and stood up.

Not far away, the woman waited quietly and did not rest.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry today. ”

Ning Chen stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said, "It's not too early, I should go back too." ”

"Isn't Your Highness resting here?" asked the woman softly.

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "My current identity, staying here for too long will only add unnecessary trouble to Brother Xuanmo." ”

After speaking, Ning Chen saluted again and said, "Farewell." ”

The woman did not hold on any longer, but watched the former leave.

After Ning Chen left, the woman walked to the door, carefully helped the man up, and said, "This young man is good, but he is too tired to live." ”

Xuan Mo opened his eyes, seven points drunk, three points sober and said, "The disciple of the Nine Shadows King will not be too bad." ”

In the Three Emperors City, Ning Chen walked forward, the night was slightly cool, the cold wind blew, and the plain clothes hunted and danced.

At this moment, in the void, the black moon covered his eyes, and a cold cold light broke through the sky, without warning, and the killing was ruthless.

"It's finally here. ”

Ning Chen stopped, his eyes looked at the cold light that broke through the sky, his right hand was held weakly, and the magic sword appeared.

Kill millions, heaven and earth are not tolerated, the only one in the world, know the fate of the marquis!

A sword retrograde, the cold light shattered, the plain clothes swept by, and the eyes were full of poignant red......