Blood Wasteland City, the Elder Mansion in the west of the city, today is the birthday of the blood strict, in the bloody wilderness, all the characters with heads and faces have come here to celebrate their birthdays, some are led by the elders of various races, and some are still the patriarchs who came in person, I have to say that the scale is significant, this is still considering the front-line operations, and the invitees are some close forces, not only must make the entire Blood Waste City boiling.

Xueyan was originally just a collateral descendant of the Blood Wolf Clan, who had worked hard to cultivate for 16,500 years, and worked tirelessly all the way to reach the current high position of the Earth Demon Elder, and he was also famous in the entire Earth Demon Country, with a win-win situation in strength and power, and the only regret was that he had no children under his knees.

Cultivation is a double-edged sword, the more you gain, the more you lose, cultivation gives cultivators a long lifespan, and a strong person in a realm like Blood Yan has a lifespan of at least about 30,000 years, but on the contrary, it is more and more difficult to reproduce.

When he was young, he fought on the battlefield, suffered a lot of wounds, some of which even endangered the origin, I don't know if he could live past 20,000 years in this life, he married a wife when he was 2,000 years old, and gave birth to a baby when he was nearly 10,000 years old.

This child is Xueyu, Xueyan is old, the possibility of another one is very small, Xueyu as his only bloodline, naturally regarded as extremely precious, since he was a child, reluctant to scold and reluctant to fight, no matter what he wants, Xueyu can find it for him by any means, which has caused Xueyu to fly and dominate, and no one in his eyes.

Xueyan is also accustomed to him doing nonsense, that is, he plays tricks on his head, at most he laughs and scolds a few words, and never dares to punish him, for fear of breaking his body, even today's birthday, this kid left the table with a fox friend and dog friend halfway, and Xueyan just complained a few times.

Who knew that this time was gone, it was a few hours, noon had arrived, the banquet in the Elder's Mansion had passed two rounds, and the minds of various races stepped forward to congratulate their birthdays in turn, and Xueyan smiled with them and saluted first, but in his heart he was thinking about why Xueyu hadn't come back, and before he could send someone to look for it, a crying voice came in from afar: "Elder, elder......!

A gray-faced, ragged man stumbled into the mansion, fell down and knelt in front of Xueyan, Xueyan frowned, his face was very unhappy, he made such a show at his birthday banquet, no one would have a good face, and immediately rebuked angrily: "What kind of system! Who is so rude, recklessly what does it look like!"

"It's me, Elder!" The man raised his head, and only then did Blood Yan see his face clearly, but it was a Saint Realm guard in the mansion, named Hu Jun, remembering what he had just said, he was even more angry, and scolded: "There are really no rules! How did you do this? Didn't I let you protect the young master? Where did the young master go?!"

"Report, report to the elder, young master, he ...... He's about to be beaten to death!...... "Hu Jun cried silently, sobbing and crying.

"Click!" The wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered, Xueyan's face suddenly became extremely hideous, the bruises on his face burst out, and a low but angry voice sounded: "What did you say?

And several other first-class second-rate race bigwigs present also changed in an uproar, and hurriedly asked, "What about the young masters who went with him, how are they?"

"Several young masters, several young masters have long been beaten to death in the martial arts hall, it is the hand of the prince of the night wolf clan, the young master of Xueyu was seriously injured by him and fell into a coma, and he has not woken up yet, and he is still hanging on the gate of the blood desolate city, the night prince said that he will let him hang until tomorrow evening, if anyone puts it down, the consequences will ...... Uh-a-ah......"

Before he finished speaking, Xueyan kicked him in the stomach, Hu Jun spat blood from his mouth, his body flew sideways, smashed seven or eight tables one after another, wiped a long blood mark on the ground, hugged his stomach and screamed, spit out a few mouthfuls of broken internal organs and convulsions, there was no life.

"Ahh......h My child...... "A second-rate family leader who has not had time to retire after celebrating his birthday, when he heard this, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes immediately turned black, and he fainted directly in anger, and was helped aside by several people of the same clan for treatment.

"It's too much to deceive people, it's just too much to deceive people!" The patriarchs of several races slapped the table and got up, their faces full of indignation, and said angrily: "The prince of the Earth Demon Country dares to kill me and other descendants, is it tolerable or unbearable, is there no royal law!"

"The old man will go back to tell the master of the family, and ask for justice from the Earth Demon Country, there is no need to stay in this Blood Desolate City any longer, Elder Blood Yan, I will say goodbye!" An elder of a first-class force was furious, and one of the people who was killed had his own grandson, although it was not a single lineage like Xueyan, but it was also his own flesh and blood, which made him very sad.

The others also spoke one after another, saying goodbye to Xueyan, some went to the lecture hall to clean up the bones, and some were so angry that they didn't even want the corpses, and directly led people out of the Blood Wasteland City, mobilized people, and prepared to exert power on the Night Wolf Clan, and Xueyan didn't bother to care about their dissatisfaction, leaving a large number of relatives who came to celebrate their birthdays, and rushed to the city gate non-stop.

In the distance, I saw two people hanging high, drenched in blood and tattered, each with an iron gun pierced through the shoulder, nailed to the door wall, unable to move, the blood congealed the tattered clothes into a piece, both of them lost too much blood, and had already fallen into a coma.

One of them is Xueyu, and the other is the teaching of the martial arts hall, Xueyan Lao was in tears, trembling with both hands pulled out the iron spear that nailed Xueyu, carefully caught his body, and put it flat on the ground, for fear that he would break his bones if he used his strength, and then took out a bottle of the best healing elixir of the Holy Rank, dissolved the medicinal power, and extradited his body with vitality, slowly nourishing the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The medicinal power of the best holy medicine is so huge, naturally it can't be swallowed directly, and the blood is not careless, and it is spread by cultivating in person, even so, Xueyu's body is also overturned, and he is made to die and live, the pain is unbearable, and he coughs up a few mouthfuls of blood.

It was not easy to stabilize his injuries, the wound scabbed over, slowly healed, and the blood was strict Only then did he suspend his imperial qi and move steadily towards the elder's mansion, instructing his subordinates to ask for the best doctor in the city and quickly prepare for further treatment.

Throughout, there was no sign of anger or revenge on the culprit, but those who knew him knew that it was nothing more than the calm before the storm, and that he was on the verge of rage......

Blood Waste City, south of the city, all kinds of exquisite and luxurious buildings are lined up one after another, large and small chambers of commerce, teahouses, restaurants, theaters abound, and the wide streets are full of people coming and going, which is the most lively and prosperous area of the Blood Waste City.

In an alley near the city, there are more crowds of people, more than a dozen gorgeous attics stand, many people are here to sound dogs and horses, swimming in the ocean of money and beauty, the girl of the warbler Yanyan, the beautiful woman who still has the charm, are laughing and playing upstairs, greeting the past businessmen and magnates.

Here is the famous flower lane of the blood wasteland city, the blue tiles, the vermilion building, there are some lanterns hanging in front of the door, the flower lane is very long, twists and turns, there is a noise outside, but it is not so lively inside, the girl here is very reserved, holding the pipa and half leaning on the window, the pipa is half covering her face, playing and singing in a low voice, cold and quiet.

As I walked inside, the low sound of the piano came, and when I looked through the open door, I saw light yarn fluttering in the courtyard, several girls running between the gauze tents, and a woman adjusting the piano sound.

Walking in again, some girls are practicing singing and dancing upstairs, laughter like silver bells comes from time to time, very playful and cute, the alley is here, there are not so many pedestrians inside, there are a few literati, rich sons and people come out of the yard, there are ladies and women to sort out their clothes, according to the farewell.

At the end of Hualiu Alley, there was silence in one of the innermost courtyards, and a few girls walked through the courtyard, but also slowed down, and it seemed even more deserted, only a few pieces of music floated intermittently from the attic, and the tune was also the same clear and plain, pleasant but not noisy, and the guests here did not like to be disturbed.

At this moment of silence, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence, a tall and thin man came to the end of the alley, walked straight into this small courtyard, stepped on the stairs and walked up to the second floor, the room in the attic was lightly closed, the sound of musical instruments inside was still there, the man stopped and paused, or knocked on the door, and whispered: "Your Highness?"

"Come in!" a sound of fireworks came out, the man pushed open the door, the room was elegant and beautiful, delicate ornaments dotted everywhere, there were four lanterns in the corner, three cyan walls were posted with famous landscape paintings and calligraphy, and a large window was opened on the other wall, a few points wider than the door, and outside the window was a pond covered with lotus flowers, which was crystal clear.

The room was divided into three parts by two light yarns, the mattress was placed on the sandalwood bed on the far right, and a large brocade silk cushion was placed on the far left, and a graceful and beautiful girl sat on it and played the guzheng.

And near the window, there is a long purple wood table with a width of a zhang, and a piano is also placed horizontally, but no one plays it, and a few pieces of white paper and inkstone are spread, and the white-shirted boy in front of the table faces the lotus pond, and is writing and ink on the white paper, and the words are like flowing water, sprinkled with water.

There was another girl sitting beside him, kneeling and polishing the ink for him, and seeing that his delicate and immaculate face was exactly the same as the girl playing the harp, it should be Duo and Tilian, and also retreated to the side of the other girl.

The tall and thin man glanced at the two of them, stepped into the room, and the white-shirted young man put down his pen, lifted the paper and blew it, turned around to reveal a sickly pale face, and hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Third brother, how do you see my writing?"