Chapter 893 Suppression!

Xiao Yibo slowly took off his eye罩 and earplugs.

He saw before him,

A group of autrefois supremely honored guides on the snowy plains, chanting ancient incantations while spitting blood, their faces filled with smiles of relief.

The scene,

Was very tragic.

However, the more he saw this "tragic" scene, the more Xiao Yibo's mouth couldn't help but want to turn upwards.

He was trying his best to control himself, trying not to laugh too obviously.

Everyone has a devil living in their heart. For a person who had personally stabbed his father in the chest, the definition under worldly standards had long been invalid.

However, this almost twitching state was forcibly suppressed by him after a short period of time. He took a deep breath and looked up again.

Above was the stone wall. In fact, even without the stone wall, he still couldn't see anything.

But, what did it matter?

"Steward Xiao."

A brocade-clad guard handed over a ledger and a pen.

Xiao Yibo nodded, accepting it.

He held the ledger in his left hand and the pen in his right, looking ahead.

And when he struck this pose,

The chanting of the star guides below suddenly became louder, and the smiles on their faces became even thicker.

That was, the book of merit.

The Pingxi King's Mansion was notorious in the snowy plains, but undeniably, it had always been fair in rewards and punishments. Those small tribes that had joined Xue Haiguan in the early days had all grown and strengthened, which was the best proof of this.

Gou Moli, who was still locked in a cage, once hysterically roared at the blind man, saying that the wildlings of the snowy plains had made countless attempts hundreds of years ago.

Some of them went to learn Xia language,

Some went to wear Xia clothes,

Some went to keep Xia hairstyles,

Some went to help the Jin people, capturing their own people and sending them over as slaves!

They were obsequious, they had long buried their heads in the deep snow, but in the end, they did not gain recognition from the Jin people, no, from all of Zhuxia.

Rituals and culture were bullshit, in the end, what mattered was the layer of skin on your body.

It seemed that everyone was human, and everyone was human, but in the eyes of the Xia people, wildlings were no different from pigs and dogs.

At this moment,

The first star guide fell down, losing its life.

A brocade-clad guard went down, picked up the waist牌 hanging on the corpse, and walked to Xiao Yibo.

Xiao Yibo glanced at the waist牌 and began to record.

And above,

The transformed stars crashed into the qingniao (azure bird) again and again, consuming themselves in a desperate manner.

The qingniao (azure bird) dodged again and again, but each dodge actually consumed a lot of energy.

Therefore, even though the Daoist's cultivation was profound, first facing the obstruction of a Buddha shadow, and then facing the desperate efforts of these stars, he was also a little overwhelmed.

Most importantly,

He had already sensed that several groups of murderous auras were swarming towards his location from all directions.

After all, this was Fengxin City, the location of the Pingxi King's Mansion.

The actions of the brocade-clad guards were also very swift. The King had not returned from the expedition, and the King's Consort was about to give birth. At this time, any accident in the King's Mansion was unacceptable to them.

Those who could become brocade-clad guards were all chosen for their loyalty. If something really happened, they wouldn't wait for the King to return and punish them; they would be the first to slit their own throats.

"The aura of the founding of a nation, the aura of the founding of a nation."

The Daoist in the coffin shop couldn't help but sigh.

When a country is about to be established, whether it is the gods and Buddhas in the sky or monsters and ghosts, they will naturally gather to "share" in this great opportunity.

Therefore, whatever should be there, will be there.

The Buddha couldn't sit still,

And these stars were here too.

The atmosphere had risen, and it was difficult for the petty to reach.

Yes, the Daoist compared himself to a petty person. In the face of a "nation," no matter how powerful an outsider, no matter how powerful a martial artist, no matter how powerful a swordsman, no matter how powerful a qi refiner, they were all "petty people."

"Return!"

The Daoist withdrew his hand.

The qingniao (azure bird) in the sky also began to retreat and fly out.

The stars seemed to want to pursue, but because that qingniao (azure bird) originated from one person, while these stars were gathered by the strength of the group, so the stars could be used for defense, but there was not enough strength for active pursuit.

Forcing a pursuit would cause more and more guides to be unable to lend their strength, which would cause them to fall because they couldn't reach. The stars would constantly weaken, and in the end, they would be easily pecked clean by that qingniao (azure bird).

Targan opened his eyes.

Around him, six star guides had already lost their breath, and the rest were extremely weak.

The people here were all seeking death, seeking for their names and the names of their mother clans to be on the ledger of that steward in the King's Mansion.

But Targan knew even more clearly that this was based on the success of the defense. If the blind pursuit led to a counter-kill and reversal, then not only would this merit be erased, but the dead and the already dead companions would also die meaninglessly.

Stop while you're ahead...

"Steward, that powerful venerable one has been repelled by us at the cost of our lives."

Xiao Yibo heard this,

Looked up again, looking at the stone wall above, pretending that he could see the "battle situation."

Then,

He "hmmed" noncommittally, turned around, and left here.

He had to confirm, to confirm if it was really like this.

Walking out of this courtyard next to the King's Mansion, Xiao Yibo thought that he would have to specially arrange for a qi refiner to manage this group of wildling guides in the future. He was a "blind man," and he was really not suitable for this job.

He had worked his way up from a sweeper in the Cui Liu Fort courtyard to the chief steward of the King's Mansion, so he understood a principle. Rather than clinging to external errands, it was better to let go of everything that could be let go of and stay quietly in the King's Mansion. This future was the best.

Everything else was picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

However, he didn't need to report it. Xue San in the King's Mansion had already looked up and saw the qingniao (azure bird) retreating above.

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) had already returned to the Princess's courtyard and was sitting there, with Liu Ruqing and other female relatives serving beside her.

"Hehe."

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) smiled,

Spitting out the melon seed shells in her mouth,

She said to Ke Shi:

"Tell the people outside to inform Third Master, just say, our King's Mansion has its own rules, it's not like anyone can come and go as they please.

The men of the house are not here, and it's inconvenient for the female relatives to keep guests. It's best to just bury him here and slowly wait for the King to return."

Ke Shi found Si Niang's (Fourth Madam's) words very strange, but she immediately ran out to inform.

Immediately afterwards,

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) turned her head to look at the inner room.

She wasn't too worried about giving birth to a child herself. After all, although it was her first time giving birth, her physical fitness was there.

The original worry that it might be difficult to safely give birth even if she forced herself to conceive due to "reproductive isolation" no longer existed after the Demon Pill revealed the truth about "ghostly vasectomy."

According to the analysis of the Demon Kings, the Lord was definitely a drag in the bloodline, but he added an extra layer of insurance to prevent any outrageous accidents during pregnancy.

But Si Niang (Fourth Madam) was a little worried about the Princess's pregnancy.

She would definitely help her take her pulse and check her condition, and she would do it herself.

The Princess herself had the bloodline of the Fire Phoenix, although the bloodline had long been diluted after being passed down to this day, there was still a certain probability of "reversion to ancestors."

The Lord's bloodline was not a big problem for her; she could withstand anything, and everything was controllable. However, if the next generation of the Princess had a "reversion" phenomenon.

It was equivalent to the mother giving birth to an existence with a stronger aura than herself.

And this sign was already very obvious.

Although the child in her womb had always been very well-behaved and hadn't caused much trouble, and Liu Ruqing and the others would occasionally listen to the Princess's womb and pat him, he would only kick twice to give a little response.

But Si Niang (Fourth Madam) could clearly sense the maturity of the child's aura.

This might have something to do with the Lord, just as Fan Li had said, "We are a shit-stirrer to this world."

But it was also possible that fate was like this, and this kind of alienation would appear in the next generation of Xiong Liqing's bloodline.

In any case, the Princess's childbirth must be fully guarded against.

Otherwise, Xue San wouldn't have rushed back alone at full speed to wait.

The more peaceful it was now, the more likely it meant that the waves would be bigger.

As for saving the mother or the child, Si Niang (Fourth Madam) didn't ask Xiong Liqing in advance, nor would she ask anyone else.

Because,

It was definitely to save the mother.

This had nothing to do with whether the Lord could rush back in time; the Lord would definitely choose to save the mother.

In later generations, saying to save the child would be laughed at. "Does your family have a throne that you're so determined to have an heir?"

Well,

Now her family did have a throne.

But for the Demon Kings, they really didn't want to raise a child whose mother died in childbirth. This scene was too clichéd.

Anyway, they didn't have any feelings for the child and hadn't spent any time with him, so they would naturally abandon the child.

As for how the outside world would view it, or even whether Xiong Liqing would think that she was doing this to eliminate competitors for the child in her womb in advance,

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) didn't care at all.

The Lord's harem was the Lord's, that's right, but it was also hers at the same time.

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) reached out and gently rubbed her eyebrows. Liu Ruqing, seeing Si Niang's (Fourth Madam's) movement, immediately reached out and helped Si Niang (Fourth Madam) gently massage them.

Si Niang (Fourth Madam) smiled slightly and relaxed.

She thought to herself:

It would be best if both mother and child were safe.

She only hoped that the heavens,

Wouldn't make this kind of thing a plot with twists and turns.

…

The Daoist in the coffin shop applied a new mask to his face.

He wasn't trying to hide his identity; he was purely afraid that his real skin would be sunburned.

The qingniao (azure bird), after retreating, began to circle around the periphery and provided the Daoist with a kind of "vision" from top to bottom, allowing him to jump out of the encirclement of the first batch of brocade-clad guards in time.

The Daoist was not ordered by anyone to be detrimental to the King's Mansion. He was just here to take a look. Unfortunately, this atmosphere was much more solid than he had imagined, and he was powerless and didn't want to force his way through.

It wasn't worth it, and it wasn't worth it.

His thinking and consciousness were indeed highly compatible with the so-called "Dao of Heaven," but after all, he hadn't dissolved his body and reincarnated. The fear of death was still a human instinct.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The brocade-clad guards constantly released signal flares, sending signals to their colleagues.

Third Master was still stepping on the dagger nailed with iron chains, while paying attention to the signal flares in the distance above.

He was about to slip away,

And,

He might really slip away.

Xue San received the message that Si Niang (Fourth Madam) had sent.

Third Master could only sigh, women were not to be trifled with, and pregnant women were even less to be trifled with.

"However, I really want to let you out for some fresh air."

The great weapon that everyone had worked so hard to capture from the snowy plains was very itchy. He really wanted to use it.

Even if there was a risk,

Even if it wasn't completely controllable,

But that was exactly why it was so exciting.

Xue San bent down, grabbed the iron chain on the ground with his right hand, and pulled out the dagger with his left hand.

Then,

He pulled it back another section with force!

"Crack… crack… crack…"

Deep inside the dungeon, the last small section was finally pulled down.

"Gurgle, gurgle…"

The blood above began to drip down along the grooves on the iron chain, and finally, it gathered here at the cage.

"Whirr…"

The blood poured onto the black-armored man.

Every inch of his skin that came into contact with the blood was like a field that had been cracked for a long time, almost frantically sucking it in.

His eyes were also slowly opening.

This guy was a semi-finished product. His origin had not been restored, and he was seriously depleted, but just like in the snowy plains, blood could be used to stimulate his state in a short period of time.

Xue San didn't go down, but he already knew what had happened below.

Originally, according to normal development, based on the blind man's characteristics, he could be a national teacher.

If the blind man recovered to a certain level, he could flatten any qi refiner or outsider in their professional field.

No matter what illusion you conjured, no matter what kind of void you had, all beings were equal under the mental storm.

But the problem was that the blind man had not only not recovered to the level where he could be a "national teacher," but even according to the current level of everyone, the blind man was still a step behind him, just like himself.

Moreover, he wasn't even at home.

However, this wasn't a problem, because the black-armored man below also had this ability.

It was impossible to release the man, so Xue San didn't go down to open the door. Instead, he walked to the artificial mountain, pulled out a stone, and inside was a pipe that led all the way down.

Third Master put his mouth to the edge of the pipe,

And said:

"Hello, hello, woof woof… hello hello…"

There was also a pipe extending from the cage below, which should have been part of the iron chain, but in fact, this one was hollow and happened to be facing the top of the black-armored man's head.

"Still want to drink blood? Is blood delicious? Come, let's make a deal. See that big blue bird flying in the sky? Pull it down for me, and I'll treat you to a bucket."

There was no other communication, and there was no excessive hesitation.

The agreement was reached in an instant.

The black-armored man opened his eyes, and his gaze was completely red.

He raised his head,

And his body hit the iron chains binding him, causing a series of shocks.

Immediately afterwards,

He let out a roar:

"Roar!"

…

"I can't afford to play anymore, I can't afford to play anymore. I don't know if this kind of atmosphere, which involves rootless spirits, is a blessing or a disaster for this world.

Forget it, I don't care, I'll go back to continue closed-door cultivation, and see if Jin Dong has built a country in the next five years!"

The Daoist's figure shuttled through the streets. His speed was not fast, but the effect of obscuring his vision and figure was obvious.

And the qingniao (azure bird) above was also sheltering him as he left this heavily guarded royal city.

The city gate didn't really matter, because if it was just to catch him alone, whether the city gate was closed or not didn't matter. It wasn't like he couldn't scale walls and fly over eaves.

Therefore,

The Daoist easily arrived at the west gate of Fengxin City.

"Come on, you're tired too, I'm tired too, come back."

The Daoist waved to the qingniao (azure bird) in the sky.

The qingniao (azure bird) pretended to swoop down and return to the Daoist's body.

Suddenly,

A black hand seemed to reach out from the sky,

Grabbing the qingniao (azure bird) in advance,

And squeezed!

"Puff!!!!!!"

The Daoist, who had already been a little overdrawn after confronting the Buddha and the stars continuously,

Under this sudden squeeze,

The blood in the Daoist's body began to roll back.

Blood gurgled from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

His chest was directly sunken,

And the whole person "plop" knelt on the ground, his mouth wide open, his face full of horror.

But instinctively,

Even if he was successfully ambushed and severely injured,

The Daoist still knelt down and pinched his hands,

Wanting to shout, "Break it for me!"

But just as the qingniao (azure bird) was about to resist in response,

On that huge black hand,

Suddenly reflected a very ancient "Xia" character flag!

"How… is this possible…"

The Daoist's body twitched,

And then,

Face down,

He fell directly at the west gate of Fengxin City.

Back then, when Zang Fuzi cut off the dragon vein in Yanjing, he not only fell himself, but also the white lotuses symbolizing life almost all withered, leaving only one that was brought back.

After all, that was the will of a country, and this was a different concept from the current atmosphere of establishing a nation in Fengxin City.

Therefore, it could be said that Zang Fuzi was prepared to die to cut off the dragon vein, and he also used white lotuses as his foundation, bringing more than ten lives with him, but it was still not enough.

And what appeared in front of the Daoist this time,

Was the will of Zhuxia!

This had nothing to do with strength, and it had nothing to do with the caster's Daoism. The main thing was that you went up to it yourself, you confronted it, and you had to pay the corresponding price.

It was like no matter how well you danced the lion dance, no matter how excellent and skilled you were,

You'd be useless when you encountered a real lion.

The Daoist was lying there,

Unable to move,

He could only watch as the city gate guards and the brocade-clad guards not far away gradually surrounded him.

All he could do,

Was murmur:

"I… overplayed this time…"