"Huh!"

Just when I was about to use my soul clairvoyance ability to secretly eavesdrop on how the Northern Evil Feather planned to use this Praetorian Guard who was greedy for life and afraid of death to deal with me, I saw that he suddenly pointed at his hand, and a white beam of light shot towards the Praetorian Guard who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and actually cut off one of the Praetorian Guard's hands!

Suddenly, countless blood spurted out from the broken wrist and splashed all over the ground.

"Ah......h

The Praetorian Guard couldn't help but let out a scream, and countless beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, obviously hurting as well.

"Well, the opportunity that this palace wants to give you is in this severed hand of yours, you just need to personally send your severed hand to the tent where the ninth prince is bathing, and beg him to use his innate golden blood to help you heal the severed hand. You must have also heard that there are very few people born with golden blood in the Demon Domain, but the Nine Princes are one of them. And all those with golden blood, as far as I know, seem to have the miraculous effect of stopping bleeding and connecting bones. I've also heard that it only takes three drops of golden blood to catch your severed hand on the spot. In three days at most, your severed hand will be restored. Although this palace may not be sure that this statement is really valid, it is better for you to believe it than to believe it, and if your hands are completely crippled, you will no longer be able to serve as a Praetorian Guard. Then you won't have the income and the ability to support your family. So Hongu thinks it's worth a try. And this palace will not let you suffer this crime in vain, as long as he really uses his golden blood to help you heal your broken hand, whether you can heal your hand or not, this palace will let you go, and will no longer pursue your failure to report the news of the ninth prince of this palace in time to wake up. And when you return to the palace, the palace will find a way to heal your severed hand and ensure that you are promoted to three levels in a row. But if you don't dare to beg the Ninth Prince, or if you can't convince the Ninth Prince to heal you with blood, you just wait for the end to be like the pile of blackened dry bones on the ground! As for the reason for your severed hand, I don't think this palace will teach you how to say it to the Ninth Prince, right? If you have no objection, before you run out of blood and die, get out of here!"

When he saw that the Praetorian Guard's face was pale, desperately clutching his blood-spurting wrist in pain, and staring at him with a puzzled expression, the Northern Evil Feather pointed to the severed hand soaked in blood on the ground, and said in an understated tone.

"Subordinate...... I see. Thanks a lot...... The grace of the eldest prince not to kill. ”

After the Praetorian Guard understood the words of the Northern Evil Feather, he also replied with a painful face that his face was a little deformed.

With that, he grinned and picked up the severed hand, stumbling out of the tent.

After leaving the tent, I saw the tent where I was bathing by the river, and swayed step by step, and quickly rushed over.

And the other Praetorian Guards encountered along the way, when they saw him rushing out of the tent of the Northern Evil Feather and running forward like crazy with his blood-spurting severed hand, they all invariably showed a familiar expression, watching sympathetically as the blood from his severed hand continued to drip on the grass, obviously numb to such a scene.

From their helpless and sympathetic eyes, I could feel as if everyone was used to it. And no one dared to go to help the Praetorian Guard, as if they had guessed that the Praetorian Guard's hand was cut off by the eldest prince's own hand.

Obviously, the eldest prince has always been very cruel and harsh to his subordinates, so that these Praetorian Guards are also extremely afraid of the eldest prince, and they all have a negative attitude of sweeping the snow in front of the door and not caring about the frost on the tiles of others.

I am afraid that once I help the unlucky Praetorian Guard, if I annoy the eldest prince because of this, I may not be able to save my life.

When I soaked in the pool of milky white liquid and saw all this clearly through the clairvoyance of my soul, while sympathizing with the Praetorian Guard with the severed hand, I also hated the cruel prince.

And I also understand that the purpose of the eldest prince is nothing more than to let that unlucky ghost Praetorian Guard test my blood.

Because he killed the three-year-old Nine Princes with his own hands ten years ago, he naturally knew with confidence that I must be a fake Ninth Prince.

I will think that I just took shit luck, inadvertently entered the forbidden land of the Demon Domain, and happened to accidentally pick up the identity token in the remains of the Nine Princes in the Demon Ruins Tomb, and I once heard the news that the Nine Princes had been missing for ten years, plus I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, so I germinated the bold idea of impersonating the Nine Princes.

I want to completely transform into a member of the royal family, and endless glory and wealth are waiting for me from now on.

It's just that the Northern Evil Feather will think that I have overlooked a very important identity detail, that is, it is not enough to have an identity token, and my golden blood is the key.

After all, the Nine Princes are born with golden blood, and they are rare in the Demon Domain and even in other worlds, so he thinks that I can use the identity token of the Nine Princes to impersonate the Nine Princes, but I can't turn my mortal blood into noble golden blood.

As long as I heard the Praetorian Guard's statement that golden blood can stop bleeding and bones, I didn't dare to use my golden blood to save the Praetorian Guard's severed hand in public, that was a sign of weakness, and it was enough to prove that I was a fake.

As for the reason why the Praetorian Guard had broken a hand, he would definitely not admit that it was cut off by the Northern Evil Feather, which would inevitably arouse my suspicions. He could have lied to me and said that it was the Praetorian Guards who were accidentally injured in a competition with each other, and this reason is reasonable, and I will not be too careful.

When the time comes, he can confidently suspect that I am a fake Ninth Prince, and he will immediately gather all the Praetorian Guards to surround me, and even invite the third princess Youyou to witness together, and then force me to bite my fingertips on the spot to show everyone my blood.

Once my blood is ordinary red blood, then the third princess Youyou will also believe that I am a fake Nine Princes.

At that time, with so many witnesses, the Northern Evil Feather naturally did not hesitate to kill me on the spot.

Subsequently, he will immediately use the golden eagle to send a letter to the palace, tell the demon king that I am a fake, and then attach the testimony of the third princess, even if the demon king feels regretful and disappointed, he will agree to his first cut and then play.

Of course, if I believed the Praetorian Guard's words and dared to squeeze out the golden blood in public, but still failed to help the Praetorian Guard stop the bleeding and bone, he could still make a big fuss about it, suspect that I was still a fake, and claim that he had heard the claim that the golden blood could heal the severed hand, and no one would be able to refute him.

And if I take another 10,000 steps back, even if my golden blood really miraculously saved the Praetorian Guard, leaving his severed hand intact, causing the Northern Evil Feather's tentative plan to fail, he still won't believe that I am the true Ninth Prince, at most, he will temporarily shush me as the eldest brother, and then find other ways to prove that I am a fake.

It is not even ruled out that I will find the right time to completely eradicate me with some kind of natural and man-made disaster, and it will save me the trouble of proving my identity.

Because I know in my heart that for the Northern Evil Feather, it doesn't matter whether I'm true or not, the important thing is that before I enter the palace to see the Demon King, it is his ultimate goal to get rid of me.

After all, he had already attacked the real Ninth Prince once ten years ago, so what did it matter if he killed him again? Not to mention that he was 100% sure in his heart that I was a fake, so how could he have any scruples?

Otherwise, in the future, his dream of taking over the Demon King and dominating the whole world will be in vain, which is definitely not an ending that he can accept if he is arrogant and ambitious.

It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with the plan of the Northern Evil Feather, but he underestimated the potential of me, an impostor, who made me happen to be golden blood too?

This is also the reason why I dared to take the risk of returning to the palace for the real Nine Princes, if it is so easy to be recognized as fake, then it is meaningless for me to pretend to be the Nine Princes, it is purely a stupid act of looking for death.

Since I had already used my soul clairvoyance ability to see through the plan of the Northern Evil Feather on the spot, of course I couldn't be succeeded by him.

As for the Praetorian Guard, who was running towards my tent by the river with his severed hand in his hand, although he was a little greedy for life and afraid of death, he was also a sad victim, so I naturally did not sit idly by and let him bleed to his death.

It's just that I don't want to defuse this crisis exactly according to the outcome that the Northern Evil Feather could have predicted, so I bite my fingertips for no reason and lose my precious essence blood to heal the severed hand of the unlucky ghost Praetorian Guard.

As a result, I was unconscious for ten days and ten nights, and my body was already very weak, and losing my essence and blood would hurt my body even more.

Besides, listening to the tone of the Northern Evil Feather just now, he was not sure that the golden blood would be effective in stopping bleeding and connecting bones, maybe it was not impossible for him to talk nonsense, the purpose was to facilitate the Praetorian Guard to test my blood.

Then why should I waste my golden blood to help the Northern Evil Feather experiment? Wouldn't I have completely fallen into his trap and been played by him?

And once the golden blood does not have the so-called magical effect of hemostasis and bones, the Northern Evil Feather will also make a big fuss and make a big fuss again to blatantly doubt my identity, so I think it's better not to try it according to his words.

Second, I feel that if I just completely follow the plan of the Northern Evil Feather to resolve it, I can only be controlled by others, and I will become more and more passive.

I have to deal with it in a way that he can't think of, so that I can disrupt his plan unexpectedly, or even embarrass and embarrass him, so that in the future he will face me squarely, be much more cautious, at least for a short time, and not dare to test me casually, so that I can gain more time to improve myself.

Only my ability has improved, and even if one day my fake identity is really exposed, I will be able to protect myself.

As I stared at the Praetorian Guard running toward my tent with my soul clairvoyance, I quickly weighed the pros and cons and thought of ways to deal with this crisis.

Because I knew I had to come up with a clever solution before the Praetorian Guard came to my tent, or I would be very passive for the rest of me.

Just as the Praetorian Guard finally came to my tent, I had an idea to come up with a perfect solution......