Chapter 68: The Dying King
"Xiaozhu?" The man turned his eyes and wondered.
"Yes. The silver-haired beauty said lightly: "You have been wandering outside for so long, and you don't know a lot about the southern shark and the northern class, but you should have heard of it." There is a race that is inherently inferior, and they have been reduced to this point because the things that protect them are gone. β
"That's what you call Xiaozhu?" Ink Frost looked at the top of the bed, not knowing what to think.
"The guardian of the class is Tanukun, and the shark is Xiaozhu" Wu Feng smiled slightly, as if he was quite satisfied with the other party's inquiry about these things.
"Tanuki was suppressed a long time ago, which led to the gradual decline and retreat of the class. And the shark man's Xiaozhu was lost earlier, probably before the battle between gods and demons. After that, like the class, the whole race began to decline and wither. But fortunately, they survived for a long time under the protection of the sea, and it was not until thousands of years ago that the Terrans opened up the waters, and they could not avoid it. β
Wu Feng turned sideways to look at the neat and handsome side face of the ink frost knife and said: "So, the entire merman clan began their bad luck, from the initial slave to slavery, and then because they were born beautiful and good at singing and dancing, they evolved into pets or pets for entertainment. β
"That's a matter of the Shark Clan, why would you bother?"
While carelessly playing with his long black hair, he said with a smile, "Do you want to know?"
β...... No, it has nothing to do with me. Ink Frost turned her head sideways to avoid Wu Feng's gaze: "If I help you get it, you give me the whereabouts of that kind." β
Wu Feng said: "This is not an easy task. I've always been fair. In addition to Xuan's whereabouts, I can also promise you one more thing. β
Hearing this, Mo Shuang looked back at Wu Feng sharply: "How do you know his name?!" Thinking of the conversation about his tattoo in the stone room before, Mo Shuang affirmed: "You already knew? He is in your hands?!"
"It used to be there, but now it's gone. Wu Feng said lightly, "If you succeed, I will tell you when the time comes." You should think about what else you want? Is it Master Jiang, or learn something, so that I can have more capital to negotiate with me in the future. β
"Master Jiang, that damn dog thing is with you too?!" Mo Shuang sat up suddenly, her expression a little furious.
"yes, it's all with me. Whatever you want to kill, I'll keep it. Wu Feng spoke slowly and methodically. Then he looked at Mo Shuang with a tangled and angry look on his face and waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's too early to say this." Let's pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. As long as Xiaozhu is in hand, whether it is Xuan or the old man surnamed Jiang or something else, as long as you want, two conditions, I will promise you. β
"Good. Ink Frost gritted her teeth and squeezed the word out between her teeth.
"When you're done thinking about it, put on the table. Wu Feng lazily glanced at a sign on the table.
Ink Cream got dressed and walked over to the table, picking up a snow-white sign with some fantastical sheen, wrapped in thin openwork gold with small letters engraved on it, hanging from a delicate leather ring, and beside it a golden bell.
Ink Frost frowned, no matter how beautiful it was, but after all, it was just a nameplate hanging around the neck of the beast.
"What do you mean?" the tall man didn't touch with his hands, but just turned his back to the person on the bed and asked coldly.
"As you can see, it's a nameplate. However, this is a brand that can only be worn when high-level pets are given out as gifts. See that jade? It's a fine opal from Dongzhou. At some point, Wu Feng was already dressed and walked behind him, stretching out his slender fingers to gently caress the smooth and translucent brand.
Ink Frost smiled coldly: "When the gift is given, should I still be happy about it?"
"Isn't it? In the past, no one else dared to touch you except the master. Wu Feng had a strange smile on his face: "I will even be respectful to you." β
The man turned around and looked at the handsome man in front of him with a look of anger on his face: "What do you think of me? a dog? a cat? or is it the object of your bed amusement? or something else?! I know I have nothing now, but all I promise you is a thing for a thing, not a plaything for you forever!"
Wu Feng's expression became serious: "I'm going to give you to Hamoh in the name of Namor as a birthday gift for his seventieth birthday. The whereabouts of Xiaozhu, we heard before, became his heirloom in the hands of that person. There is no way to verify how this bead, which has disappeared for 10,000 years, came to him, but there is no doubt that the thing is now in his hands. β
"You mean to send me over and take the opportunity to steal the beads?" The look of anger on the man's face finally eased.
"Yes. There will be someone to accompany you then. It's good that you two work together. Wu Feng sat down and took a sip of herbal tea.
"But why do you think I can get close to him and still be able to find out where his treasure is?" Ink Frost frowned slightly as she looked at the nameplate on the table.
"Hamo Yan is a lustful person, male or female, and his favorite is to collect pets of different races" The slightly long pale eyelashes trembled slightly on the golden eyes, looking a little unrealistic and demonic; Wu Feng looked down at the water in the tea cup, and then said: "From the news we inquired, we know that among the countless pets of this person, there are sharks and other races of spiritualized adults; Should be...... Now you still covet the strength of the demon clan, don't you dare to be so blatant......"
Mo Shuang shook slightly: "You want me to expose my identity as a demon clan?!Didn't you say that it was dangerous to do that?"
Wu Feng raised his head and looked at Mo Shuang lightly and said, "That's because I'm afraid you'll get into trouble!" Speaking of this......, his beautiful eyes narrowed: "You are in trouble in Xianzhuang, I haven't looked for you yet." β
"......" Mo Shuang suddenly took a few steps back, and there was some panic in his expression.
Wu Feng shook his head and said, "You actually demonized under everyone's noses, and you also burned other people's backyards. And don't deal with it cleanly. β
"I ...... I was forced to do so. Ink Frost was a little aggrieved.
"That's why I haven't said it!You remember, I may not care about your every move, but I must be able to see it!" Wu Feng looked at Mo Shuang and said a little intimidatingly, and then his face showed a touch of approval: "However, the fact that you are living in the Fude King's Mansion and always hang your human form with your last breath can be regarded as a tie with the last time." β
"You say...... Is there still someone who escaped?" Ink Frost didn't rejoice at Wufeng's praise, but was a little worried.
"Yes, the one who escaped, the one who went in with you in the first place. However, it has been resolved. Wu Feng said lightly.
Then he continued to get down to business: "In this operation, I want you to transform and show some of your characteristics as a demon race." Hamo Yan is also the overlord of one side, and there must be a lot of people who go to congratulate him, and the gifts sent are even more varied. You have to stand out!"
Wu Feng slowly stood up and looked seriously at the tall and handsome man in front of him: "You may have to wait for him for a long time, everything must be patient and patient." I need you to be a true pet, not an arrogant master. Until you get the beads back. β
Ink Frost's eyes widened slightly: "You mean I'm going to accompany the man who stepped into the loess with one foot!"
"Yes, there's some time to come, and the witch will teach you a few thingsβwhat to do and what not to do, how to dress and behave. And during this time, you also have to show these things in front of me, I can see how much, and when it's almost over, you're going to be on your way. β
Mo Shuang seemed to be a little incredulous how he was so arranged, and looked at Wu Feng in a daze, but did not speak.
However, the man in white didn't pay attention to his somewhat wooden expression, and just continued: "As for the totem on your back, you don't have to worry. So far, except for those I trust, all the people who have seen your totems are dead, and those who remember your face are also dead, and even those who are still alive for the time being are staying with me. Therefore, no one will recognize you. β
"You...... Did you plan to do so a long time ago?" Ink Frost seemed to smell something, suppressing the grief and anger in her heart.
Wu Feng looked at him and smiled, but did not speak, but the meaning was very obvious.
"What the hell are you ...... these days?"
Wu Feng leaned close to the man's ear, his breath warm and ambiguous: "I really just want to see how far you can go, but you are indeed very good." β
Mo Shuang violently pushed the person away and said, "You! Calculate me!"
Step by step, the other party gives the opportunity step by step, and then chooses in the situation that there is actually no choice at all, and finally step into the set, step by step control, and then capture!
Ink Frost's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and he threw a punch at the person on the other side, but the other party effortlessly dodged him. His collar was pulled up, his body staggered, and he leaned forward, and his cold voice had a hint of mockery: "I am calculating you, can you get me? Do you have any other choice? You haven't thought about it, and at the same time I have given you hope and given you a way to live! What else do you want? Ink Frost, you remember for me! No one in this world will give anyone benefits in vain, everything has a price!"
After that, he pushed away the blood-red man and resumed his flat tone: "It's still the same sentence, the choice is yours, but if you decide this time, you can't go back." If you agree, put the sign on the table. If, after wearing the nameplate, you do not do as much as I want or regret it, then you will lose your freedom forever. β
Inkfrost's jaw was rudely lifted, forcing herself to meet the silver-haired man's eyes. The cold voice sounded again: "If you don't do well, there will be punishment; if you disobey, either you will continue to go back to the prison where you will not see the light of day for hundreds or thousands of years, or I will throw you into the biggest red mansion so that you will never think of it!
"What if I don't choose!" said Ink Frost viciously.
Wu Feng sneered: "Then seal your five senses and six senses, and let you completely become an ordinary person to beg on the streets?" However, sooner or later, your dragon pattern will be discovered, and what will happen at that time, I think you may know better than me." Then, your long life will go through like that. β
With that, the silver-haired man waved his sleeves away without looking back.
Ink Frost slammed his fist on the table, and with a "snap" on the table, a casserole-sized skeleton suddenly appeared, sawdust splashed in all directions, and the table legs trembled slightly.
Here we go again, this non-existent option, again!
"What do you think of me? What do you play with? Your chess piece? Or your victim?!" The man's silver teeth clenched, trembling all over; suddenly, he picked up the nameplate on the table and slammed it against the wall, and an extremely small breaking sound sounded;
The man propped up the table and gasped like a dehydrated fish.
However, no matter how red the eyes are, no matter how aggrieved and angry...... After all, not a single tear ever slipped again.
Perhaps, he already felt a little emaciated, and he didn't even want to fight anymore, and he wanted to "go with the flow" and beat with Wu Feng's invisible lead...... Yes, he finally understood what he really was.
- A string puppet.