"No, the demon lord is going to be low-key this time." Diddison waved his hand and politely declined.

However, the volume of the conversation between the two was not low, and the people around them could hear it clearly. Before, the arrogant Zhao Qi was dumbfounded, looking at Diddison and the carriage behind him dumbfounded, his legs couldn't help trembling, he raised his trembling fingers, and was silent for a long time.

"This, that ......," Zhao Qi stammered.

Nearby, the gathered passers-by retreated. Although I haven't seen the Demon Lord, no one dares to intervene casually in this kind of thing, after all, the things involved in this are not something that ordinary civilians can interfere in. Besides, they were happy to see that Zhao Qi was looking for death, and there were not a thousand but eight hundred people who Zhao Qi had harmed over the years, and this number would only be more. Yes, now that Zhao Qi is unlucky, two-thirds of the people want to clap their hands and celebrate.

"Dr. Didison, what should I do with this man?" The patrol captain spoke, pointing to Zhao Qi, who was slumped on the ground. This person, after hearing the identity of the wolf ink clearly, wilted instantly, three days ago, he was clamoring to follow the patriarch of the clan surnamed Zhao to Morocco together, but he was scolded.

He never expected that he would finally sneak out of the house, and he would toss himself instead of having fun. At this moment, he just wanted to escape quickly, and he would never dare to show off his might and make trouble in the future!

"I, I'm Zhao Qi of the clan surnamed Zhao...... You guys, you can't do anything to me. Zhao Qi said frantically. The moment he caught a glimpse of Didison's sneer, he opened his mouth anxiously, yes, he was from the clan surnamed Zhao. What if it's the demon lord of Morocco? Could they still take his life? Yubei, this is not only Morocco, the clan surnamed Zhao has taken root in Yubei for thousands of years, and the background is far from being comparable to Morocco, a chaotic region that has only risen for less than ten years. "The clan surnamed Zhao, oops! Am I really scared? Diddison chuckled lightly, raising his hand to brush his blown-out short hair. To be honest, if Zhao Qi didn't speak, he might not be able to do anything, however, listening to Zhao Qi's words, Diddison's lazy eyes were unconsciously stained with a growing killing intent.

"Slaughtered!" Wolf Mo said. The cold voice was not heavy, but it successfully reached everyone's ears.

Diddison was slightly stunned, but the chief guard on the side faithfully executed Wolf Mo's words, and his movements were extremely fast, and Zhao Qi, who was shouting on the ground when everyone came back to their senses, had been cut into two sections, and the blood gradually stained most of the street. The rich smell of blood choked his nose, and the passers-by who seemed to be in his senses came back to his senses with panicked faces and fled one after another.

"Doctor Didison, this ......" The patrol leader panicked, staring at Zhao Qi, who was cut in two on the ground, at this moment, he only felt cold to the bone. Zhao Qi himself is not surprising, however, he has the support of the patriarch of the clan surnamed Zhao behind him, this person died in front of him, no matter who did it, the clan surnamed Zhao would not let him have a good time.

"It's okay, the clan surnamed Zhao will solve the trouble, you don't have to worry." Diddison said. Grace took out a clean silk handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his slender white fingers little by little, completely ignoring the patrol leader's worries.

Wolf Tu and Jiang Yao were almost killed by Zhao Duo's calculations, and Morocco hadn't gone to trouble the clan surnamed Zhao in this matter. This Zhao Qi didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and he really gave them the perfect excuse. After all, the insiders of Zhao Duo's matter are all dead, and the clan surnamed Zhao has not come forward to investigate the matter for so long, most of them still don't know what happened to Zhao Duo?

Looking at Diddison's elegant smile, the patrol team around them suddenly felt cold, and a terrifying chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their limbs.

"Demon Lord, do you want to do it in advance from the clan surnamed Zhao?" Diddison said respectfully.

The demon said indifferently: "Let Garilo deal with it and erase the power of the Zhao clan in Yubei, it's too much of an eyesore!" Those people have been quiet for a few years, and it's time for them to smell blood. The short, indifferent words were like saying that the weather was good today, but they were terrifying to the ears of the others around them.

"Yes, I'm going to have the news come back to Morocco." Diddison was decisive. Raising his hand, he beckoned a guard to whisper a few words in his ear, and the man quickly mounted his horse and hurried to Morocco. Due to the constraints of wolf ink, those people in Morocco have been calm for six years, and when they are irritable, they can only go to the Mochizuki Forest to vent their feelings.

Everyone in the patrol team, the moment they felt the wolf ink words fall, the evil aura that these guards burst out in an instant was three times stronger, you can imagine what these people were thinking in their hearts. The clan surnamed Zhao is not weak in the clan, however, its reputation in Yubei is extremely poor, after all, if he wants to rise among many forces, how can he climb to this position today without using some illegal means.

At this moment, in a restaurant across the street, there are two people sitting near the window on the second floor.

"Yubei seems to be more interesting than expected." Facing the window, a man with waist-length silver hair smiled.

The face is handsome, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes and melancholy.

If you look closely, this person is six points similar to Wolf Mo, especially the outline of his face, but this person is older than Wolf Mo. The temperament is different from the cold of wolf ink, and the temperament of the whole body is as warm as jade.

"Nameless, do you really think you can regain your lost memories here?" Zhou Cun shrugged, obviously he didn't have much hope for it. For nearly a hundred years, he has been searching for so many places, but he has never found the slightest news related to the nameless.

Nameless, that is, the Imperial Purple Duke.

Because, I can't remember my name. He named himself nameless to remind himself to always remember this. Duke Purple or something, but Victoria forced it on his head against his will.

"When I came to Yubei, I vaguely seemed to remember some vague memories. Maybe it won't be long before I can truly regain my lost memories. Duke Zi said gently, looking at the carriage that Wolf Mo was riding, there, there seemed to be something he cared about, raised his hand, and stroked his chest. There, there seemed to be something unusual about the beating, something he had never felt before.

"Zhou Cun, do you know who the person in the carriage is?" After a pause, Duke Purple asked.

Zhou Cun said: "The Moroccan demon lord calls himself a demon. No one knows the origin of his real name, but he suddenly rose from Morocco six and a half years ago, and in just six and a half years, Morocco has become a place that can compete with the world's commercial houses and Xian Yu Jia. In Yubei, it is one of the Big Three, it is reported that this person is sick and has a pale face and coughs up blood all the year round, of course, no one knows the truth of the matter. ”

Having said that, Zhou Cun did not believe that a person who had been infected with illness all year round could control the chaotic land of Morocco. Even if you are not from Yubei, you know a little about the three words Morocco.

It is precisely because of this understanding that these rumors are suspicious.

"He makes me feel special. If I have time, I'd like to meet him and have a chat. Duke Purple said calmly. In the words, he did not hide his curiosity and optimism about wolf ink.