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At the door of the secret room, there were two security guards.

They took the initiative to get out of the way, bowed, and said respectfully, "Mr. Wu." ”

Mr. Wu walked to the door of the secret room and locked his right eye close to the iris.

Ding.

The door to the chamber opened.

Mr. Wu strode into the secret room first.

Ms. Wu and Zhou Muwen followed.

This is a large prison with modern high technology.

Compared with the humble dungeon on Liubao Mountain, it is simply a difference between clouds and mud, a world of difference.

There are many powerful Blood-Clansmen who are imprisoned here.

Among them, there are brave and warlike blood clan generals, and high-class pure-blooded blood clans with noble status.

Also, some collateral blood relatives.

For example, those royal relatives who can't beat the eight poles.

They have always had a part of the noble orthodox royal blood flowing in their bodies.

When the blood clan found Mr. Wu entering the secret room, they immediately became vigilant.

Most of them were silent and silent.

They will not be like the low-level bloods, who shout wildly and provoke wantonly when facing the enemy.

They are all high-level blood clans with intelligent minds and extremely high intelligence.

They know how to think with their heads.

With deep eyes, gentle movements, through the transparent wall, secretly communicate.

Instead of blindly using brute force and fighting the enemy with fists to the end.

However, there are occasional exceptions.

In any higher species, there will be one or two strange ones.

Probably, it was a genetic mutation that hurt the precious brain.

"Traitor, shameless."

"When Lao Tzu goes out, you must tear your mouth apart."

"I won't let you go......"

The person who spoke was a young old man who was very old.

He has white hair and a beard that reaches to his feet.

He was wearing a tattered long cloth shirt.

At his feet, he wears a pair of tourist shoes of different trademarks.

Among them, the laces of one shoe, have been missing for a long time.

His height may not have exceeded one meter six.

However, his temper is inversely proportional to his height.

It's extremely hot.

It's a pity that he didn't have to be arrogant for long.

Mr. Wu raised his head and glanced at him.

Suddenly, an electric current struck the little old man.

Before the little old man could react, he was already trembling and unconscious.

The Bloods are really afraid of thunder and lightning.

Mr. Wu glanced at it coldly, and threw out two extremely disgusted words: "Noise." ”

Ms. Wu stepped forward and persuaded, "It's not the first day you have known him, why be angry?" Let him suffer more and have a longer memory. ”

"Hmm." Mr. Wu didn't say much, revealing invisible pressure.

The three of them walked along the secret room and continued to walk inside.

Behind them.

The blood clans in each cell took a deep look at each other.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders helplessly, quite embarrassed.

In sign language, they conveyed the sad news to each other.

They couldn't help it, and sighed from the bottom of their hearts.

Ay!

When he was old and strong, he overturned again......

…………

At the end of the prison is a very large enclosed liquid cell.

It is similar to a large aquarium where mermaids are imprisoned in an undersea tunnel.

Around the cell, a special material was used to make a circle of power grid isolation.

The cell was filled with a corrosive agent capable of devouring everything: liquid silver.

It is as beautiful as the Milky Way in the night sky, shining brightly and flowing slowly.

In the center of the liquid silver, a transparent ice coffin about two meters long remains.

In the ice coffin, there sat a god man in white clothes and black hair with beautiful facial features.

He has an ancient face that is as elegant as a lotus.

Silence, like a lake of winter water.

Slender eyebrows, long, narrow cold eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips.

The body is thin and thin, and his hair reaches the floor.

He is the ancient god of war.

There is a cold, dusty beauty on his body.

Get away from it all.

Do not eat the fireworks of the world.

He has a nice woman's name: Chang Xi.

Now.

He squinted slightly.

Two long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A layer of deep light and shadow falls.

Beautiful as flowers, noble as brocade.

It is unknown that it was slept.

Still, I'm about to sleep......

…………

In front of the cell, Zhou Muwen's eyes widened in surprise.

He couldn't believe it.

In this world, how can there be such an elegant and beautiful man.

It is so beautiful that people and gods are angry.

Almost, suffocating.

Rao is him, and he is also deeply addicted to this man's delicate and beautiful facial features.

Mr. Wu stood in front of the transparent cell with his hands behind his back.

Under the mask, his eyes wandered silently with the ice coffin.

He seemed to be admiring a priceless work of art.

Once, he created a custom premium number for this work of art.

The number is hidden in a laser bracelet with a barcode printed on it.

However, when it comes to moving artworks.

Those waste humans actually lost his special number.

Ms. Wu introduced: "Professor Zhou, this is the head of the four ancient gods of war in the blood clan, Chang Xi. ”

Zhou Muwen studied the blood clan all his life.

For the people in the blood clan, there is some understanding.

He couldn't help but be stunned: "He is the one who has been guarding the ancestors of the Dusk clan since the beginning of the desolation of heaven and earth, the Wuzun General God Clan?" ”

Ms. Wu stared at the ice coffin and said disdainfully: "It's just a dead soldier, where did you get so many titles." ”

…………

In antiquity.

The Chang clan was demonized by the Holy Lord of the Blood Clan and was honored as the 'Wuzun General God'.

Its lifelong mission is to be responsible for protecting the Empress of the Blood Clan, the descendant of the Old Ancestor of the Twilight Clan, and Chang'an for all eternity.

Within the Bloodline.

Each generation of the Empress of the Twilight Clan will personally select a member of the Chang clan and form a blood contract with him.

Since childhood, life and death have been accompanied.

However, Twilight is playful by nature and does not like high power.

In front of all the blood people, she openly threw down a bold statement:

'The position of this empress is not limited to her net worth, and those who can live in it. ’

Therefore, she has never chosen a dead guard and made a blood contract.

Even if the Old Ancestor of the Twilight Clan appeared in person, it didn't change her decision.

Later, when Twilight left adulthood.

Once, she went to the North Sea to fish for the moon.

Of course, the moon can't be fished.

However, she got a beautiful man.

In the vast snow, thousands of miles of ice were frozen.

The beautiful man is as elegant as a lotus, peerless in ancient times, walking on the cold lake.

He is dressed in white and is like a god.

Long hair, thick as thick ink, flowing and shiny, dragged along the bare ankles.

In the sky, crystal clear snowflakes are like the feathers of white swans.

There is an endless stream of them, and they are falling one after another.

Stopped between his eyebrows, on his eyelashes, in the center of his fair and beautiful collarbone......

Beauty.

This man is so beautiful.

It's so beautiful that she can't take it out of her eyes.

Twilight leaped into the air and chased after him.

She blocked the way of the beautiful man, and on the edge of her thin lips, there was a playful smile: "Who are you?" Why bother Benjue to catch the moon? ”

The beautiful man raised his eyes lightly.

On a face as elegant as a lotus, a light smile appeared.

He flicked the sleeves of his robe, spread his palm, revealed a fishing hook, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm here to fish." ”

Twilight took the hook, looked at it, and said, "Your hook is straight, and you don't have a hook, how can you catch it?" ”