"Counting the days, it should be two months since the child was born."

Yebei said softly, like a brother next door.

He promised Rowan that he would visit the child when he was born, but the previous difficulty was three months.

"Back to the hall master, in three more days, Bin'er will be exactly two months old."

Rowan looked grateful, the hall master was so busy, he still remembered the birth of his son.

"Bin'er? Both civil and military, your requirements are high enough. ”

Yebei couldn't help but smile.

When the words fell, he took out an object from his arms, such as the size of an orange, and the whole body of jasper was like crystal, which could not hide the extremely rich aura.

"This—This is the spirit fruit?"

Rowan was shocked.

To be honest, even as the lord of Noah's country, this kind of thing is just a rumor, and he has never seen it.

Not only Luo Wen, but also the eyes of the people present gathered in the palms of Yebei, and in the shock, it was difficult to hide the coveted color.

The lord of the country is also a warrior.

This kind of treasure, for a warrior, who doesn't want to get it?

"Your son is still young, just put this spirit fruit in his room, and when he reaches adulthood, let him slowly absorb and take it."

Yebei put the spirit fruit into Luo Wen's hand, and this thing was originally prepared for him.

"Hall Master, it's too precious......"

Luo Wen's hands trembled slightly, this kind of rare thing in the world, who can take it out from all the countries in the world, I am afraid that in the treasury of the Lijian country, it will not be able to take it out at all.

Yebei didn't say anything, walked straight to the main seat, and sat down calmly.

Seeing this, Luo Wen didn't say anything more, returned to his seat, and took the spirit fruit into his arms.

The eyes of the people present were focused on Rowan, and their eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

Such a thing must have been brought back from the ancient marsh.

If he can come back alive in the night north, he must have encountered a great opportunity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I invited you over tonight to talk about the Guwu Swamp."

Lang Lang's words resounded in the hall.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the main seat.

For the Guwu Swamp, no one in the world is eager for it, especially when they have just witnessed that spirit fruit, which makes them even more fanatical.

However, at this moment, a belated lord of the country, with a person in his arms, covered in dust and sand.

Boom.

With a muffled sound, the body fell to the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the people of the earth, and it was none other than Morton of Orondo.

At this moment, Moulton's eyes were still round, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he had long since lost his breath.

Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar.

"What's going on, Wifrey?" A nearby lord suddenly exclaimed.

At the beginning of the meeting, there were casualties, and you must know that the people who came were all the heads of a country.

"I don't know, if I hadn't stepped on it, I wouldn't have found it."

Wefrley said in a deep voice.

"A broken heart, a blow kills."

The other person stepped forward to check it out and said suddenly.

"It's arrogant!"

"The murderer must be found!"

……

The crowd was indignant.

Although there are open and secret battles between countries, they cannot do anything that can kill the lord of the country.

Now that Morton has been killed, will it be his turn next?

Who the hell did such a rampant thing?

"Everyone, what happened is Mobei, who is the murderer, I'm afraid it is not difficult to find out."

Mondley, who had been silent, spoke at this moment.

The words fell, and the audience fell silent.

In and out of the words, it is obvious who they are referring to.

Yes, things are out of the northern realm, and the style of acting with one blow must be killed, so domineering, starting to kill without saying a word, isn't this the style of the Lord of the Temple of Zhu, his Night North King?

Although everyone knows it in their hearts, at the moment, no one dares to say that they are looking at Ronet, who is firmly established.

I want to see what to do with the people of the First Empire.

After all, Morton is an outsider, and it is not worth it at all to offend this killing god for an outsider.

In front of everyone's eyes, Ronet looked at the top of the main seat, his face was fearless, and he slowly spoke:

"The king of the North is murderous by nature, and it is difficult to hide his domineering power, if Morton offends you, it is not surprising that you kill him."

"But, as far as I know, the city of Sisca, which is under the command of Moulton, does not seem to have any relationship with the King of the North."

"Today, I would like to know why the King of the North killed him."

In just one sentence, it was determined that Yebei was the murderer.

And the tone is difficult to hide a hint of incitement.

Is this to take the opportunity to unite the countries, and take advantage of this matter to compete with the night north?

The corners of Mondley's mouth lifted slightly.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

No matter how different the countries are, they will inevitably unite in this matter.

It's just that he thinks he is doing it seamlessly, and with the help of the momentum of the wild sand, he covers it up.

But he forgot that this was Mobei, the base camp of the Zhu God Temple.

In addition to the black-clothed strongwear stationed there, there are also dark soldiers who hide their bodies at all times.

A minute before Nightshade stepped into the main hall, the Shadow informed him of the news.

"You all think I killed him?"

Yebei slowly got up and looked around at everyone, filled with the aura of solemn majesty.

This incident, although it is an episode, faintly unites the nations.

But for Yebei, it doesn't matter.

Even if this does not happen, after a while, the countries will still be united.

"If something goes wrong, who else will it be besides you!"

Mondley shouted.

With Rohnette of the First Empire in the lead, he is fearless.

Yebei chuckled.

The next moment, everyone only felt that their eyes were shaking.

The white-clad figure had reached Mondley.

Such a speed made everyone present shocked.

"Kill your strategic partner for the sake of framing."

"If you want to talk about the heart of killing, I am far inferior to you."

When the words fell, Yebei's slightly thin body released an invisible coercion.

Like the breath of the sky, it shakes the world alone.

Overwhelming coercion, who can withstand it?

Mondley's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

He couldn't understand how the King of the North knew.

But right now, what frightened him even more was the death-like aura.

"King of the North, you ......"

"I've been in this hall all along, and Morton died outside the hall, how can I kill him?"

"You also said that he is my strategic partner, how could I kill him?"

Mondsley quibbled.

The absence, and the relationship with Moulton, made it impossible for anyone present to suspect that it was his own doing.

In fact, it is.

"Everyone in the world says that the mind of the king of the north is like a demon, and now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Karit, the lord of the Boer country, suddenly spoke, and continued:

"Anyone present today has the possibility of killing him Moulton, but only he Mondley will not, the king of the north is really the wrong person to find this substitute for the ghost."

Reading between the lines, it is difficult to hide the meaning of ridicule.

The lords of the hundred countries present are all there, in this matter, does he dare to be the enemy of the whole world?

In the last battle, the Boer country suffered heavy losses, and this blood debt, how could Carit forget.

Once he has the opportunity, he is bound to break through the border of his dragon country and let him repay it a hundred times.

And Caritt doesn't know what price will be paid to openly humiliate Yebei in this desert north.

Ye Bei looked sideways, looked at Caritt not far away, his face was like water, and he said three words indifferently.

"Beheaded him."

Swish!

When the words fell, Lone Defeated Tian pulled out the Divine Knife on his waist and flashed in.

The ink-like blade can hardly hide the earth-shattering domineering.

"Transform into a holy realm!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

For these people beside Yebei, no one is unfamiliar, I remember the last time there was a war, these people were still in the emperor realm, and in a short period of time, they actually progressed to the realm of sainthood.

The Divine Punishment Knife swept through the sky and fell blatantly, like a black lightning, unstoppable.

"You dare to kill me! Do you want to ......?"

Carit suddenly shouted in horror, but before he finished speaking, the sword had fallen.

The body gradually split into two, and scarlet blood sprinkled all over the hall.

Over the years, I don't know how many soldiers died at the hands of the Boer state.

Today, Yebei will use the blood of his Karit to pay tribute to it.

The noisy hall was suddenly silent.

Everyone instantly understood that in this meeting, the king of the north obviously wanted to overwhelm the countries with the strength of one person.

Suddenly, no one spoke.

An extremely oppressive aura enveloped the main hall.

"Tell me who killed Moulton."

Night's eyes stared at Mondley with deep eyes, accompanied by bursts of invisible coercion.

In front of people from all over the world, he deliberately framed himself and burdened himself with the crime of bloodthirsty and indiscriminate killing, which can be described as extremely vicious.

"No, I don't know ......"

At this point, Mondsley still refused to admit it.

When Yebei heard this, he smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

The true qi in the palm of the right hand surged, gradually transforming into shape.

It was what a war knife looked like.

Strength transforms, the pinnacle of warfare.

The next moment, Yebei seemed to be standing still and not moving, but in fact, it was so fast that everyone couldn't catch it at all.

The shadow of the knife swept over its neck in an instant.

The human head flew up, and the blood flowed like a ......