The banquet in a certain hotel soon came to an end, and the chief left the table with the smell of wine by two delicate-looking maids, who were destined to leave something behind and take something else with him, perhaps in black and white, or white on a yellow background.

Who knows?

When the family and country are in danger, the puppet may have the skill of self-preservation, but those at the top of the pyramid do not.

As long as they can forget the difficulties of the moment and dream back to the rich and peaceful life they once had, these people are willing to pay any price.

The chief was helped away, and the rest of the table were all people from the four major families of Zhou, Wu, and Zhengwang.

"Whew~"

A little luck to dispel the wine, Zhou Xian smiled, and he leaned back in the chair.

"Acting with that puppet is disgusting and hard. But finally that puppet has opened his mind, what should I do next, I believe I don't need to say more?"

Zhou Xian swept the representatives of several other families, only to see that they also looked at Zhou Xian with a ruffian posture like Zhou Xian.

"Zhou Dashao, you really don't need to say much, now that the permission is in hand, with the current strength of your Zhou family, it will be completely useless in the next action. But Shibo finally watched you grow up, don't worry, when you get abroad, I will ensure your wealth and glory!"

In the four families of Zhou, Wu, Zheng and Wang, except for Zhou Xian and Wu Ling, who are the younger generation, the other two are white-haired old men, and one of them pointed at Zhou Xian with his chin obliquely, and his face was full of contempt.

"Very good, very good. It's not in vain that we are trying to do it, but are you really sure you don't need the help of my Zhou family?"

Such an encounter was expected from the beginning, Zhou Xian did not show any surprised expression, and the smile was still at the corner of his mouth.

"If it's a 'help' like you 'helped' your grandfather, then it's better to be spared. ”

The old man also smiled, but the words that came out of his mouth did not mean "laughing" at all.

"Okay, then leave it at that. ”

Zhou Xian smiled, got up and said goodbye, and no one at the table saluted him.

If it weren't for the fact that the Zhou family has been vigorously promoting Beijing-China relations, I am afraid that this time Zhou Xian would not have the qualifications and possibility to enter Beijing at all, let alone meet with the chief minister as one of the four clans.

Without the Zhou family, he is just a weak Jin Dan.

Zhou Xian retreated, did not say a word, and did not show any mocking expression on his face.

This...... It's not normal.

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The snow peaks are like jade, pointing straight to the sky.

Following the guidance of the Chixiao Sword, Mo Ye groped all the way to this point, and there was a sea of fire behind him that was constantly spreading.

The oxygen on the plateau is thin, and it can't support this level of waste, but after being strengthened by the 'High Dragon Clan', Mo Ye's spiritual power has already undergone a mutation, and even the ordinary fireballs rubbed casually have a strong sense of destroying evil spirits.

The fire he unleashed was no longer a mortal fire, but a spiritual fire fueled by evil spirits.

It is impossible for the sea of fire that spreads in a large area not to be eye-catching, and before Mo Ye stepped on the snow peak, there were more than a thousand shadows and shadows on the snow peak, which looked like black-headed acne from a distance, and looked more like black-headed comedones up close.

The group of people were all dressed in black, and they were wrapped from head to toe, and the label "I'm not a good person" had almost been printed on their bodies.

This group of people is not just a good person.

They are simply not human.

"Blasphemer!

Among the thousands of black shadows, the only black stick standing at the top with a cane and pretending to be forced was like thunder, this kind of behavior of shouting and killing without nonsense when he met may be an art in his opinion, but Mo Xie still thinks he is noisy.

Kill and kill, one word is enough, why bother to find a name for "killing"? Why use the prestige of the gods?

If you dare to commit murder, you must dare to admit it, otherwise you will be just a coward even if you slaughter all the armies.

"To kill you is to dirty my sword!"

Facing the black shadow of thousands of pigs rushing towards him, Mo Ye didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, there must be a special action to open the door of the 'Heavenly Realm', and since Mo Xie was too lazy to raise his eyelids, he was naturally even more lazy to raise his arms.

"Lord Mo Xie!"

Hundreds of Seraphim angels appeared behind Mo Xie.

"They have gold on them, and they don't have to hand it over for redistribution. ”

Along the way, Mo Xie had carefully observed every dead corpse, and he found that none of the dead corpses had any belongings on them, even the gold teeth embedded in their mouths had been wiped out.

This group of black-clothed people took everything from the deceased, and their hands and feet were so sharp that even Mo Ye wanted to praise them. At the same time, he wanted to know which of the men in black or the angels was more enthusiastic about gold.

"Kill!"

"The gold is mine!"

"Kill them all!"

Look, compared to pretending to be a god to define a "sublime" slogan for themselves, this group of guys who are simply gods in a sense are much more honest.

Mo Xie walked up the mountain, every step was just a flat step, but every step seemed to distort space and crossed dozens of feet, during which there was no man in black in front of him.

It is not that the people in black are derelict in their duties, but that the angels are responsible, and in the contest between black and white that seems to be very different in number, but in fact they are not at the same level at all, they are busy grabbing money and do not forget to open up a big way for Mo Xie.

Mo Xie walked twenty steps to the top of the mountain, where the black-clothed man with the staff brewed a curse that was forbidden by their standards, but in Mo Xie's eyes, it was not even a mosquito bite.

The first word in the name of this thing is pronounced "Ann".

The man in black with the cane only had time to shout the word "An".

Rest in peace?

In the latter's stunned eyes, the blow that gathered all his mana passed through Mo Ye's body as if it had hit an illusion, and Mo Ye, who walked in front of him like a leisurely stroll, had a face full of disdain.

"Gott~"

Mo Xie raised his head, and his Adam's apple squirmed.

"Phew~!"

Mo Xie opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the face of the cane-bearer.

The cane bearer had just shouted the word "An" at this time, and while the tail was still trembling, an extra hole appeared in his face, and through the hole, the snow on the top of the mountain was revealed.

"Kneel down. ”

The man in black fell to the ground with his knees weak, his life passing quickly, and Mo Xie easily caught the staff in his hand.

"Refining the sky with the blood of all souls, a good idea. It's a pity that you don't have the surname Zhang, you don't have a monkey, and you don't know how to chant Buddha. But don't worry, I won't force you to have the surname Zhang, raise monkeys, and believe in Buddhism, I will only send the people behind you down one by one to reunite with you, hoping that where you can complete the words after the word 'An'. ”

Mo Xie swept the staff, and in less than a breath, the hand that came into contact with the staff was stained with a black mark, and Mo Xie snorted and forced luck to erase the black mark.

His arm is allergic to black.