In the early morning, the bright sun drove away the last trace of chill in this wasteland.

Zong Shou was indifferent, sitting on the roof of the car, and Hu Qianqiu was sitting opposite.

And Xuanyuan Yiren was on the side, personally pouring wine for the two. In ancient times, women paid attention to raising their eyebrows. And at this moment, Xuanyuan is a person, and he doesn't have half of the usual sharpness. His expression was calm and solemn, and he knelt and sat gracefully, his movements were gentle and gentle, and he was generous and decent. Every movement is elegant, and the charm of the female surname is perfectly displayed.

There was also a Tiger Zhongyuan sitting next to him, but Zong Shou's gaze automatically ignored him.

In fact, I didn't dare to look at it. The patriarch of the Iron Tiger clan now has a blue nose and swollen face, and his image is really not very elegant.

How Fang Caihu Qianqiu taught his son is now vivid. Holding the seven-foot-long tiger sword, regardless of the occasion, it was a painful beating. If you scold it, you still can't forget it.

What kind of rabbit cub, what is it, do you really think Lao Tzu is confused, what is to please Zongling, you are not ashamed and so on. How unpleasant it sounded, even Zong Shou felt harsh when he heard it, and he couldn't sit still.

At this moment, Zong Shou really couldn't bear to stimulate this guy. But this Tiger Zhongyuan himself didn't seem to care, with a bruised and swollen face, and he smiled nervously.

Hu Qianqiu glanced at him with some disgust, snorted, and didn't care, looking at Zong Shou with a smile and extremely kind, as if Zong Shou was his own child.

"How is Shizi's injury now?"

Zong Shou stretched his muscles slightly, and his whole body made a beep and beep, like a burst of fried soybeans. Then he smiled and said: "It's no big deal, thank you Uncle Tiger for your mercy!"

Hu Qianqiu bowed slightly, he knew it in his heart, so he didn't ask much. Knowing Zong Shou, it's just that after a long battle, the qi veins in the body are not harmonious. He has always controlled his strength, and he will not really hurt Zong Shou. Don't look at Fang just vomited blood, in fact, it was just a shock from the force of the counterattack, and there was no real injury. Just a little pranayama after the war.

Staring at Zong Shou again, looking up and down, the smile on Hu Qianqiu's face gradually faded. With a condensed expression, he raised his wine glass and said, "This first cup, respect the spirit of the king in the sky-"

Zong Shou was stunned, and some couldn't laugh or cry. At this time, his cheap father is not dead!

It only takes a few years to come back from the sea of clouds, and then it will be a great power. First of all, he wiped out the clan with his own hands, and hung the head of the clan on the flagpole of Qiantian Mountain to dry for three months.

After that, he was angry at Lingyun Sect's failure to keep his promise, and killed Danling Mountain alone, opened a killing ring, and slashed thirteen heavenly powerhouses and left. Even several sect elders joined forces, but they were unable to leave him behind. So that this is the first sect of Yunlu in the east, and it is almost impossible to keep his own holy land.

Of course, it was because of 'he' death, and he didn't know if it would be like that in this era.

For this strongman, he is quite jealous anyway. Whenever he acts, he has a lot of scruples, and he doesn't dare to take those few ownerless treasures easily, let alone get out of the sight of Yin Yang and Chu Xue.

Although he thought like this in his heart, Zong Shou's face also turned to condense, and he raised his glass solemnly, and spilled the wine in the cup aside.

Hu Qianqiu sighed slightly, and raised the second glass of wine, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at Zong Shou with inquiring eyes: "The old man is very curious, now in the Qiantian Mountain, I and Qiu Wei, the general of Zuo Tingzhu, are now impartial and uncertain. Why did the prince invite me, not Qiu Tingzhu?"

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly and elegantly: "I heard Yin Yang say that Qiu Wei is the most loyal to my father, and he is also the only courtier who is desperate to support my Zongshou and inherit the throne of the demon king. Uncle Tiger is even more serious and looks at the big picture. It has never fallen to one side, but in order to balance the three of the Qiantian Mountain?"

Hu Qianqiu laughed, revealing a sense of relief: "The son of the world is really smart! It is really worthy of being a cub born by the king, you Tianhu clan are really born to be extremely smart." It's just that I'm too smart, my brother who is not a yet, I really have a hard time hiding it. The prince of the world is obviously a peerless asset, and he is unparalleled in the east. But they refused to tell us about these brothers. These days, my heart is up and down—"

Hu Zhongyuan nodded his head in agreement, somewhat resentful.

Zong Shou only felt helpless, before Zong Weiran disappeared, he really had no internal breath at all. But at this time, there is no need to explain.

Then I saw Hu Qianqiu's expression moved, and he said thoughtfully: "If you think about it carefully, it is really necessary to hide it, although you Tianhu Eight-Tailed Royal Clan, although you can't shake the foundation of our Qiantian Mountain, but it has been quite tricky recently." These guys, in the past, were hunted down to avoid the Terrans, and abandoned us and separated from the cloud realm. Now he is cheeky and wants to come back. If this is the situation of the son, if they know it early, I am afraid that it will not be good. All kinds of dirty methods such as poisoning and assassination have been done. And then there is the mother family of the son, and the king is indeed in trouble—"

Zong Shou's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble slightly. His eyes widened, and he couldn't close his mouth for a while.

It turns out that he really has a reason to keep his eyes on the dark and hide the pearls?

This is different from the Seven-Tailed Clan, the Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox Royal Clan, the Snow Clan, which was famous in the era of the God Emperor. The strength is not inferior to that of the Holy Land Sect.

Zong Shou had a slight change of thought in his heart, and he completely stopped the idea of smiling proudly in the east and testing the world with a sword. It seems that this person is really better to be low-key.

After drinking the second cup, Hu Qianqiu casually threw away the wine glass, took out two dishes from the servants behind him, and placed them between the two.

Xuanyuan's expression moved slightly, and he returned to calm, holding the wine bottle in his hand, and solemnly filled it.

Hu Qianqiu didn't care about it, and said with a glint in his eyes: "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control the Qiantian Mountain, so that millions of demon clans in our mountain city would collapse overnight after ten years of hard work. Now that there is no such concern, there is naturally no reason to serve others. The prince asked Yin Yang to summon me, I don't know what he commanded? Today, I only need your words, and I will accompany the prince of the world and kill him back to the Qiantian Mountain! Chop off the head of the sect and give it to the prince as a wine jug!"

The corners of Zong Shou's lips were slightly raised, and his expression returned to calm again: "Uncle Tiger, the position of the demon king is not in a hurry. For the past three or five months, I want to stay out for a while, find a place, and practice carefully. ”

Seeing Hu Qianqiu's brows, he seemed to want to speak. Zong Shou smiled and shook his hand, signaling to be calm and calm.

"Now that Yunfang Mountain is advancing, if I go back to continue the Demon King at this moment, it will only be a bad thing. and do not want to pretend to be angry when their puppets are angry. Besides, the Zong clan has stretched his hand too long over the years. It's inconvenient for me to do it to my relatives, so I have to bother Uncle Hu and Zuo Tingzhu! I don't have to go too far, just let them be honest. ”

Hu Qianqiu's eyes bulged, and then he laughed: "My Hu Qianqiu's eyes are really blind." Very good! The prince has the wisdom of the king, but he does not have half of the indecisiveness of the king. That clan, all these years, has been arrogant, but the king has always tolerated and connived. I'm not pleasing to the eye for a long time. This matter will be held on me, the son of the world can rest assured, when you return to the Qiantian Mountain, you will definitely make the mountain city up and down, and there will be no more black smoke miasma. ”

Hu Zhongyuan's face changed, and he squeezed his eyebrows. These words were also said by his father? This prince of the world is obviously a little ill-intentioned, and he is destined to greatly offend the demon king's own clan.

Hu Qianqiu ignored him, and his tiger eyes narrowed slightly: "But Shizi, you believe me like this, don't you be afraid of what I Hu Qianqiu will do." ”

"I believe in Uncle Hu, but I don't believe in it all!" Zong Shou flicked his sleeves and pointed to the side: "So my two servants." I also want to ask Uncle Hu to bring it back with me! With Uncle Hu and Qiu Tingzhu working together, it must be able to make the two of them occupy important positions!"

Where the finger is, it is the two who are unwilling to deal with Yin Yang and Lian Fan. secretly said that he didn't have the heart anyway, and stayed in Qiantianshan all day to take care of government affairs. Wouldn't it be best to support your own cronies and don't care about anything?

Hu Qianqiu's eyes lit up again, and the appreciation became stronger and stronger.

Don't listen partially, don't believe partially, even if it's a close friend, there is no shortage of preventive means. The force is high, there is no lack of wrists, and it is even more ruthless. Isn't such a person a qualified candidate for the Demon King?

But he didn't know that Zong Shou was thinking of being lazy at this moment, and was laying out in advance for a beautiful and leisurely life in the future.

Hu Qianqiu only felt that the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and laughed out loud. Then he took the tiger sword in his hand again. As soon as the big knife was cut, a huge amount of bright red blood was immediately sprayed out.

When the wine in the bowl was dyed red, Hu Qianqiu looked forward to it again and looked at it.

Zong Shou saw that his lips twitched, this is not going to have to be bloodletting again? By the way, the demon clan has a blood alliance, once you swear an oath, you will not rebel for life. However, once a new demon king ascends the throne, the blood alliance needs to be redefined.

In this way, Yin Yang once said that they have a total of one hundred and forty-seven clans in the Qiantian Mountain. After these blood alliances are formed, it is foreseeable that his anemic blood is not far away--he has the heart to learn the thunder, and only force out a few drops of blood. Just look at Hu Qianqiu's pure expectant gaze, as well as the shocking wound on this person's wrist. It's still too disrespectful to think about it, so I have to grit my teeth and close my eyes and cut my wrist open. But it is no more than a few centimeters, only cutting the flesh and dripping dozens of drops of blood. Even if you cope with the past.

At this moment, whether it is Hu Qianqiu, or Xuanyuan Yiren and Hu Zhongyuan on both sides, they are all solemn.

The people nearby also knelt down towards the sect guard, and the atmosphere suddenly turned solemn and sacred.

Hu Qianqiu also half-knelt on the ground, and solemnly held one of the dishes in front of Zong Shou with one hand, and it was not until Zong Shou also took it solemnly that Hu Qianqiu raised his dishes high.

"Today, I say that my tiger is a blood alliance, and I am the Iron Tiger clan of Tianshan Mountain, and I am willing to serve the prince as the king!"

(To be continued)