The second half of the night.

The candles in the room were still on, and Fulong had not slept.

Somehow, tonight he was very uneasy in his heart, and he had a premonition of a crisis in the dark.

At his desk, he wrote a series of lists and codes.

If you look closely, there is already a stack of finger-thick papers full of handwriting next to it.

Being able to memorize so much information in my mind exactly, this alone is worthy of the title of Fulong's candidate for the Holy Son.

This is the intelligence network that he has painstakingly developed in the past six months, and it was originally a great weapon after his comeback.

But in order to be a fool with Jiang Ping, he had to take out a little hole card.

Thinking of Jiang Ping, Fu Long suddenly stopped writing.

He sat in a chair, his palms rubbing his belly.

originally thought that this was a swinger brother who ran away from his family without knowing the height of the sky, knowing that he was the holy son of the Demon Gate, well, even if he was an alternate, even if he was a candidate, it was not something that a cat or a dog could compare.

He was delusional in his desire to recover him, and he was not afraid of stabbing his hand and dying.

However, the old Qiu next to him is really a bit too strong, and he is only at the level of the seven-vein grandmaster, and he has already controlled the rudiments of the sword intent, and the great grandmaster is hopeful.

Such a master is an elder even in the sect, and his position is high and powerful, even when he was in his heyday, he was slightly inferior.

So he chose to stay put, and wait until he recovered from his injuries to see the situation.

And he also found that this boy bragged and bragged, but he really had some ability, since he followed him, he had been chasing behind his ass, and those killers who were like flies disappeared all at once.

So he made up his mind, using this Jiang Gongzi as a cover, hibernating, tempering his minions, and waiting until Qiye was no longer interested in him, he would come out again and play by himself in another place.

As for what defeated Qiye, shamed before the snow, and regained the position of the Holy Son, Fu Long said, it's better to wash and sleep, there is everything in the dream.

He watched Qiye grow from a second-vein grandmaster who could pinch anyone twice to the current terrifying demon king.

Although when he cut him in the seventh night, the strength he showed was only the four-vein grandmaster, two realms lower than him, but who believed in him.

If nothing else, just the terrifying recovery power that I don't know where it came from, stabbing him as if he was joking, and he is getting stronger and stronger the more he fights, and if he wants to put it on the gambling table, he will definitely jump on the table and scold this bastard for being a fool.

It's a pity that people are so strong.

There were two alternate saints like him before, and they originally had a playful attitude towards Xiao Qiye who joined in with this wild road.

Only he, who has always been arrogant, suddenly chose to be cautious and prepared to secretly wait for an opportunity.

Because he had a whim, he wanted to pick up a big bargain and let them fight to the death, and then he would reap the benefits of the fisherman.

After all, he didn't believe that a disciple who had been personally invited back by the most mysterious Guardian Elder in the sect would be as weak as he appeared.

As long as they fight hard, who else will benefit in the end?

Then, Fu Long slapped himself hard and slapped himself twice, and scolded himself a hundred times in his heart:

"Let your whims!

Wouldn't it be good to kill this pervert first?

Are the other two alternate salted fish their own opponents?

Why don't you think about it so much, and want to play tricks with others?

Now it's okay, let's cool yourself. ”

He watched as Seven Nights grew stronger and stronger as he was played by the other two Holy Sons.

In fact, in general, there is only one play.

Just one time, Qiye also killed the two Demon Dao Grandmasters under the two alternate Holy Sons.

At this point, he still felt that he had been greatly wronged, gritted his teeth, and turned the forces under the hands of the two alternate saints upside down like a lone wolf, and the blood of the killing was like a river.

The most important thing is that this bastard never sees a corpse when he kills people, some people say that they have seen him eat others with their own eyes, and they say that he has a nose and eyes, and even Fu Long feels perverted.

Although he is a man in the Demon Gate, he also loves to kill people and shed blood, but every time he kills people, he can also fight them piece by piece, and there will be no less at all.

How could it be like Seven Nights, there is not even a single hair left.

After that, the two alternate salted fish, who couldn't hold back their face, took action in person, and sure enough, they beat Qiye to the point of bleeding and almost died on the spot.

But in the end, I let Seven Nights run.

No one knew where he had gone, and by the time he showed up the next day, his injuries had all healed and he was stronger.

The two alternate salted fish shot again, and Qiye coughed up blood again and fled.

And then the third day,

Day 4......

Three months later, the two alternate salted fish became dead fish.

Seven Nights received the position of alternate Son.

The alert Fu Long immediately grabbed his ass and ran back to the Thirteen Kingdoms of Chaos, this is his base camp, he has been operating here for several years, there are more than a dozen hiding places, and there are many henchmen.

At that time, he didn't understand that the two alternate sons who had become dead fish might also include him becoming the whetstone of the Seven Nights Saint Son under a certain supreme will.

Otherwise, how could he escape just right this time, you must know that everyone was in the base camp of Mending Heaven at that time, and Qiye was an outsider, but he was repeatedly allowed to escape.

At that time, he also secretly scolded two large straw bales, and now it seems that he is also half a straw bale.

The rise of Seven Nights is like a spark burning in the prairies, it is unstoppable, Fu Long wants to run far, but the name of the candidate Holy Son on his body makes him have to fight against Seven Nights.

I thought it was in my own territory, and I could fight you and me almost like Seven Nights.

As a result, he was killed by others, if he hadn't made Xingxing's subordinates into pieces in time, I'm afraid that this bit of family money would not be able to be left now.

As for the other guys, it is naturally the king banner of the change at the head of the city, whoever is strong will follow whom, anyway, they are all their own holy sons, no difference.

Then, it came to the scene where he met Jiang Ping.

And to do all this, it took only half a year for Seven Nights.

Now another half a year has passed, and the devil knows how perverted he has become.

Fu Long has already extinguished his thoughts of going against the seven nights, and in other words, isn't it good to live honestly?

As for that Jiang Ping, he used it first, and he was so unkind to the rich grandfather, he really used him as a little brother.

Early in the morning, so cold, so deep in the pool, he actually let him go down to catch fish, one is not enough, do you know how much fat will the rich grandfather lose by catching a fish?

In the end, even if he spared a small life, he couldn't make it easy for him to feel better.

Do you know Seven Nights?

Oh, I'm afraid I don't know where I heard a name, trying to scare me.

After all, how can that kind of pervert have such a thing as a friend, and the word friend is also an extremely precious word for the people of the Demon Gate, not to mention the demon of the Seven Nights.

Thinking about it, Fulong showed a smug smile on his face, and said silently in his heart:

"The more people despise me, the heavier the price they will have to pay in the future!"

Then, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the wind outside suddenly became noisy, and the door was blown open by the wind!

The wind is cool this season, and the more it blows, the more comfortable it becomes, but Fulong only feels a chill to the bone.

He didn't know if he was laughing or crying at the moment, but his face must have been stiff anyway.

Just because of this figure that appeared at the door.

"Well, Your Highness the Son, good evening. ”

Fulong stood up from behind his desk with trembling legs and feet, as if he would lie down limply without his hands to support him.

"Long time no see. ”

Qiye said indifferently.

That's the expression!

Fulong shouted in his heart.

This pervert just used this expression to kill the other two alternate saints at once, and also used this expression to kill him and his men to the death.

Fulong said with a sad face:

"It's been a long time, Your Highness. For the sake of not making a move on you at the headquarters before, let me go like a fart.

You see, I have a fat brain and a fat belly, and I have almost forgotten my previous kung fu, and I can't even use a knife.

For my sake, you're going to spare my life, okay?"

How humble and humble is that poor appearance.

At the same time, he shouted wildly in his heart:

"Childe, my dear son, didn't you say anything and didn't send it out?

Come and save me! The little rich man can't stand it!

Old Qiu, old Qiu, are you sleeping? A wicked guest has come to the door!"

As for what hairy boy he thought in his heart before, I don't know how thick the sky is, sooner or later I want you to look good, and in the face of the faint hope of life, he swept all of them into the garbage heap.

Whoever can save him now is his own father!

Nanaya shook his head, and his tone did not fluctuate at all:

"Chewing iron Dafa, one of the ten skills of the Demon Gate, turning the power of gold and iron into essence and blood all over the body, invulnerable, King Kong is not bad, there is no dead hole, a fist and a palm are accompanied by blood and gas, all have great power, and can forcibly cross the border to kill the enemy.

The side effect is that he will be obese, and as the realm improves, he will become more and more addicted to eating, and finally he will not be able to control himself and become a terrifying glutton.

Unless you reach the state of perfection, condense your heart and blood, and reach the state of sending and receiving freely, side effects cannot be avoided. ”

"You secretly practiced the Dafa of Chewing Iron, and now you are not weak at all, even stronger than before. ”

"I'm just trying to protect myself!"

Fulong's face flushed, and he was extremely emotional:

"I don't even know when you're going to kill me, what can you do with me? You've killed so many people without even blinking an eye.

I have nightmares every time I dream about you, and if I hadn't practiced this kung fu, I wouldn't even have the courage to stand in front of you.

I was a handsome guy half a year ago, and the little girls who walked on the street turned their heads and smiled at me, but now they have become greasy middle-aged uncles, and they smile at them, and they turn around and run.

I used to have eight-pack abs, but now I only have a big belly that is getting rounder and rounder, and I have to take care of it every day, for fear that one day I will starve it and lose weight.

Am I easy? I ......."

Fu Long knelt down in front of Qiye with a puff, and cried loudly:

"I beg you, Your Highness, your lordship, you have a lot of them, just do it, let me go, poor little fat man!"

"Poof!"

Fulong's crying suddenly stopped, and he looked in the direction where the laughter came from.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold back. ”

I saw Jiang Ping walking over with a relaxed and happy step not far away, and beckoned to Fu Long, who kept looking at him:

"How's it going? not surprised, not surprised!"

Then, in Fu Long's horrified eyes, Jiang Ping climbed on the shoulder of the perverted in his eyes, and smiled at him:

"Ben Gongzi didn't lie to you, I'm here with the good brothers of the Seven Nights. Do you regret a little bit, those days when you didn't do your best to please Ben Gongzi?"

Fu Long's horrified eyes immediately turned to ecstasy, and he nodded wildly and said:

"Childe, are you here to save me?"

Jiang Ping nodded decisively in Fulong's hopeful gaze and said:

"Of course...... It's not!"

Then Jiang Ping immediately scolded:

"You bastard, do you think I don't know what I did in private?"

"If you really do something for my son, I can save you again, but you don't have a fucking conscience at all!

No matter how I say it, I can be regarded as saving you with virtue for revenge, but how many times have you killed my son, thinking I don't know?

Do you know what this son's old business is?

Isn't it strange that every time you see Ben Gongzi, there is Lao Qiu next to you, and that is what Ben Gongzi strongly requests, otherwise at Lao Qiu's level, I'm afraid I would have died ten times or eight times. ”

"Childe, you can say that my martial arts are not good, but you can't question my professionalism. ”

I don't know when, Qiu Daoyu stood up and said with a heavy face:

"As Childe's personal guard, I am extremely serious. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiye with great fear, and in his perception, this person was like a bottomless whirlpool, constantly pulling outward and devouring, extremely terrifying.

But what surprised him even more was that this terrifying whirlpool happened to avoid Childe, as if Childe and him were of the same origin, no matter how he moved, it would not arouse its hostility.

"Get out!"

Jiang Ping waved his hand in disgust and said:

"I don't have any eyesight, and it's time for my son's personal performance. You can give me a curtain call quickly, or be an audience, you know the rules. ”

Qiu Daoyu understood something in a trance:

"Childe is (broken sound)!, is that so?"

Jiang Ping nodded with satisfaction: "The son can be taught, but the timing still needs to be mastered, and I will practice well next time." ”

"Hey, let's get through our questions first, shall we?"

Fu Long was interrupted by Qiu Daoyu like this, and there were big ups and downs, and the mood of life and death suddenly disappeared, and he even forgot to wipe his snot for a while.

"Okay, let's come back. ”

Jiang Ping said: "Originally, when you first contacted your subordinates half a year ago, Qiye came to the door.

I stopped him and asked him to remove the killer from behind, otherwise do you think you can grow fat here with peace of mind?"

"So you've lived an extra half a year. ”

"I see,"

Fu Long nodded, and then laughed at himself: "I'm afraid that Childe will be eyeing the list in my hand at that time."

I've been rich in the Thirteen Kingdoms for so long, and this list can interest Childe.

It's ridiculous, I still want to pinch them off, it turns out that I'm the stupidest one. ”

"Don't say that, without your help, how could Seven Nights integrate the forces so quickly. But now you're useless, and you have a stomach for your son, and you think about killing the master all day long, so you naturally kill it by the way. ”

Jiang Ping stared at Fu Long, and his bright eyes seemed to have an extra layer of fog:

"Now, can you die in peace?"

Fu Long nodded heavily, and then asked:

"Childe, do you think I still have a chance?"