"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, although I don't know how the royal family of the Heavenly Desolate Empire is, I also know something!"

In the room, the ink mirror personally poured a cup of tea for the desolate lonely court and said with a faint smile.

Huang Guting took it, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Mo, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

"That old decay is offended, the Heavenly Desolate Empire is only a medium empire, as far as I know, the number one spiritual power cultivator in the country is Gu Luo, the president of the Alchemist Guild! He is only a fourth-order alchemist, his spiritual power is only forty-five ranks, compared to His Highness, His Highness is only sixteen years old, and he has such attainments in spiritual power, which is really surprising!"

"Haha!" Huang Guting shook his head and chuckled, and said, "Compared to me, I'm actually more curious about the ink shopkeeper!"

"Why does a peak refiner with a spiritual power of more than sixty orders live in a small black market? At the level of the ink shopkeeper, at least he must be a master of the Yuan Martial Realm Refiner Association, right?" asked the desolate court tentatively.

"Alas, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must also be a person with great opportunities, so it might as well tell you, the old man is indeed an elder of the Refiner Guild!" the ink mirror sighed lightly.

Huang Guting nodded slightly, deeply agreed.

The ink mirror said a little sadly: "I came to the black market of this Heavenly Desolate Empire ten years ago, just to find a child!"

"Who?" asked the Lonely Court.

"My young grandson!"

"Oh, why is that?" the Lonely Court couldn't help but be confused.

"It's a long story, it started ten years ago!"

The inkglass sighed, as if remembering something sad.

"One day ten years ago, I suddenly received a mysterious letter! In the letter, I was asked to refine a soul jade compass, and the bid was very high! I was willing to agree, but when I saw the signature, I suddenly changed my decision!"

"Who asks for the ink shopkeeper?"

"Yipintang!" said the ink mirror in a deep voice, and his always gentle gaze flashed with a hint of coldness.

"There are three major sects in the Demon Alliance! They are the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Yipintang, and the Yanyu Building! These three major forces have always been intolerable to the righteous path, and most of the martial artists inside are extremely vicious! Although this is a bit extreme, it is also well-founded!"

The ink mirror slowly explained, "As a purple-clothed elder of the Refiner Guild, how can I help Yipintang refine the Yuan Weapon? ”

"And then?" asked the Lonely Court.

They sent dozens of masters to attack me, trying to capture me, but fortunately with the help of the guild powerhouses, I escaped this catastrophe, but I didn't expect them to take advantage of the chaos to kidnap my young grandson!" Inkmirror shook his head and sighed.

The Lonely Court didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"Then, they threatened me with my grandson's life, but my poor grandson was only a five-and-a-half-year-old child, and I had no choice but to compromise with Yipintang! After all, it took three months to finally refine the soul jade compass. On that day, I took the Soul Jade Compass to the trading place, and I thought that my grandson's life was worthless to them...... But I didn't expect that they were worthy of the reputation of the Demon Alliance, and they were really so untrustworthy...... Finally I found out that they had sold my grandson to the black market a month earlier, and they had no intention of returning it to me in the first place!"

Speaking of this, the inkglass trembled violently, and the hatred was pervasive, and it took a long time to subside.

"I had nothing to do, thinking that I had several encounters with the palace master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, so I turned to him for help, and he naturally wouldn't help me easily, I promised to help him do three things! He was willing to help! The Heavenly Demon Palace and Yipintang are both Demon Alliances, and they are inextricably linked to the black market, and soon they found the news! The last place where my grandson appeared was the black market of the Heavenly Desolate Empire!"

"That's why I'm here!" sighed heavily with the ink mirror, telling endless pain and longing!

"But after this black market there has been no news, I have been in this black market for ten years, alas!

Hearing this, Huang Guting said solemnly: "The ink shopkeeper licks the calf deeply, and the weight of affection and righteousness is touching! If there is a chance, I will definitely help! It is not in vain that the predecessor gave the sword." ”

I didn't expect that the refining master would live in the black market, and there would be such a painful past!

"The old man thanked the prince first!" the ink mirror said silently: "My grandson's talent in spiritual power is amazing, I originally planned to let him inherit my mantle, but unfortunately! Ten years have passed, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead! The old man is really ashamed of him! If he can grow up safely, he should be the same size as the prince now." ”

"Today's decay is also emotional, but it makes the prince smile!"

Huang Guting said: "The ink shopkeeper is serious, I can tell you about this matter, which shows my trust in the subordinates, and I will definitely do my best!"

Huang Guting naturally understood that the ink mirror knew his identity as a prince and wanted him to help, although it may not be useful, but after all, there was a little more hope.

If there is a chance, the Lonely Court will naturally help, after all, the Jihao Sword is still because of it.

"Your Highness! Oh no! Oh no!" Xiao Xuanzi hurriedly rushed into the Remnant Soldier Pavilion and shouted incessantly.

Huang Guting was shocked: "What's wrong with Xiao Xuanzi?

Then he walked out of the room and scolded with a smile: "Little Xuanzi, you are growing more and more, can't you even keep an eye on a little girl?"

"Your Highness!" Xiao Xuanzi hurriedly ran to the desolate court and said excitedly: "No! Yes...... She's dead!"

The ink mirror also came out, glanced at Xiao Xuanzi, and said with a smile: "When I first came to my small shop, I said dead words, but it was unlucky." ”

"I'm sorry, shopkeeper Mo. But, but, she's really dead!" Xiao Xuanzi became more and more excited, and sweated profusely.

"Who is dead?" Listening to the incoherent little Xuanzi, Huang Guting couldn't help but shake his head and laughed.

"It's that girl! The stall owner! Lin Xiaoyi!" Xiao Xuanzi thought for a while.

"Lin Xiaoyi?" Huang Guting thought that not long ago, he was still very cheeky, and his brother called a girl who kept dressing up in men's clothes.

"Didn't I ask you to follow her, why did you die in this moment?" asked Huang Guting lightly.

"She was beaten to death by a group of people, and it was so miserable! By the way, they said she was a slave! "Xiao Xuanzi told all the things he saw in Fuhu Villa to Huang Guting.

After hearing this, Huang Guting frowned slightly, and then sighed: "It's a pity." ”

Although the Desolate Lonely Court was once the god of war in the heavenly realm, I don't know how many enemies and wicked people he has killed. Killing people has never been a big deal for him, but he has never treated human life as a mustard and killed innocents indiscriminately. He will not commit such a horrific atrocity as beating him to death with a stick.

When the ink mirror heard the word sixteen, his heart trembled, hitting the softest emotion in his heart. "I have long heard the rumor that there are slaves in the wilderness, and life is cheaper than paper. I thought that only the Demon League had this kind of evil behavior, but I didn't expect it...... Alas, sure enough, there is no boundary between good and evil. The inkglass shook his head and turned heavily to go back to his room.

"Your Highness, aren't you going to take a look?" Xiao Xuanzi looked at his Highness and asked weakly.

Huang Guting shook his head: "We have no relatives, no cause, no grievances, do you want me to avenge her? Besides, she is dead, and there is no point in revenge." ”

"Oh!" Xiao Xuanzi nodded silently. "Little Xuanzi knows!"