Xiao Zhuyue didn't speak, and a pair of cold eyes stared coldly at Anne, who was respectful and polite in front of him, as if he felt that he had recognized the wrong person.

The person who was going to kill himself just now, but at this moment, he tried his best to invite himself to join the forces on their side.

This world is too mysterious, people's hearts are unpredictable, the person who is just going to kill you is very enthusiastic about you in the next second, and the one who was enthusiastic about you before may be the one who wants to take your life in the next second.

"Luo Tian, don't join the black market! She is full of spiritual roots to see you, is a rare talent in the world, rather than become someone else's right-hand man and her enemy in the future, it is better to be your own right-hand man! That's why I invite you to join the black market! If you want to cultivate the Great Dao orthodoxically, you should still take the right path, join the academy, and finally enter the Dao Sect! "Prince Zhao Ziyuan can't sit still, he also needs such a talent in the Northern Liang Kingdom, instead of cheapening the black market that is both good and evil, it is better to join the Royal Academy, even if he enters the Dao Sect in the future, he will be a part of the Northern Liang Kingdom, and it will be the glory of the Northern Liang Kingdom.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, are you trying to rob people with me? This is my black market territory! Anne scolded.

"The territory of the black market at the moment is Beiliang, how can I rob people on your territory with you?"

"I'm afraid that you can't afford the consequences, the master behind the scenes of the black market is an existence that you are afraid of! I have sent the message to my master through the secret word! It won't take him long to get here, do you want to snatch someone from him? I don't know how thick the sky is! Anne sneered and didn't take the crown prince Zhao Ziyuan in her eyes.

Xiao Zhuyue never thought that she would one day become the sweetheart of this world.

Just when Anne and the crown prince Zhao Ziyuan were arguing, a hurricane suddenly blew in the square, and those who did not cultivate were blown around, barely holding on to the objects around them to barely maintain themselves from being blown away.

"The master is here!" In the midst of the hurricane, Xiao Zhuyue heard Annie's excited voice.

She squinted and looked in the direction where the wind was blowing, only to see a man in a black robe with a dark iron mask on his face jumping in a few flashes and instantly came to the middle of them.

It was only at this time that she saw the so-called master of Anne's mouth up close.

The black-robed robe was draped over his sturdy and slender body, his long inky hair flowed like seaweed, and his eyes were hidden deep under the mask, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes.

"Master!" When Anne saw her master, she immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Get up! Where is the Manling Root? A cold and emotionless male voice came from under the mask, full of an unknown demagogic power.

"She! Master! She's full of spiritual roots! I would like to recommend her to you! Recruit us on the black market! Work for us! Anne pointed to Xiao Zhuyue.

"Oh? Full of spiritual roots? The owner of the black market looked Xiao Zhuyue's thin figure up and down.

Similarly, Xiao Zhuyue also looked back at each other with the same look.

"The hosts! Don't look at this kid, black and skinny! He is indeed full of spirit roots, everyone saw it just now, and the test column was bursting because it couldn't bear it! If I don't inform you to come, he will be dug up by Zhao Ziyuan, the prince of Beiliang! Anne cried.

"Irrelevant people get out of here now! When they're all gone, take out your spiritual root and take a look! The owner of the black market said lightly.

As soon as the black market owner's voice fell, the other people in the square immediately ran away, running faster than they had ever done in their lives.

This is the master behind the black market, a man more mysterious than the Emperor, who knows if he will do anything more crazy and crazy than Anne.