The Black Book

The swan-like white and slender neck was forced to be raised high, and a black eight-sided Han sword hung in front of the woman. The tip of the sword, which exuded a cold air, was pressed a centimeter away from her throat.

The cold and biting sword energy seeped into her body from the air, causing her scalp to tingle and goosebumps to rise on her smooth skin.

Her whole body was as stiff as a stone, and she didn't even dare to move her little finger. Somehow, the woman had a clear premonition that if she had the slightest overreaction, the sword in front of her would instantly behead her.

"Run, why don't you run?"

Accompanied by joking whispers from behind, the Xuanhei Eight-faced Han Sword moved forward slowly against the throat, forcing the woman to retreat step by step.

After retreating to the dining table, the terrifying sword was removed from his neck, standing upright and suspended one meter above the ground like a guard.

Gulu~

After swallowing, the murderous intention that was stuck in her throat dissipated slightly. The woman's tense nerves gradually relaxed and she looked angrily at the boy in black.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

"plum……"

Bang!

Zhu Haomiao suddenly slammed the table and said with a sneer.

"What are you!? How dare a runaway slave talk to his master like this?!"

"???!!"

When did I become a runaway slave? !

Just when the woman's eyes widened and she was puzzled, Zhu Haomiao said with a sinister smile.

"I, Feng Zhaobai, spent a lot of money to buy you. You escaped when I wasn't prepared at the brothel in the imperial capital. Now if you dare to do it again, don't blame me for destroying the flower with my ruthless hands."

Feng Zhaobai? ! !

Aren't you Li Lin, Duke of Yu?

Blinking her eyes in confusion, the woman saw the store owner poking his head in the corner out of the corner of her eye, and an idea flashed in her mind.

This guy changed his name and lurked in Xiangdu!

What does he want to do? !

Damn it!

Tiandu Summit!

The woman's pupils shrank, and she suddenly realized.

The only way to make the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Jin Yiwei and Duke Yu personally lurk in Xiangdu is to convene the [Tiandu Summit] specifically to discuss how to deal with the pressure from the imperial court!

Immediately, the woman couldn't help but feel frightened by Li Lin's boldness.

You know, by then almost all the underworld forces will gather at Tiandu Peak, and the main topic of discussion will be how to kill Jin Yiwei and how to kill Duke Yu!

If Li Lin's identity is exposed at this time...

hiss!

Isn't he really afraid that heroes from all over the world will attack him?

Taking a deep breath, the woman looked at the calm young man in black, feeling that this guy was acting erratically and arrogantly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

On the other side, noticing the woman's frightened gaze, Zhu Haomiao sneered coldly.

"Ruyan, are you dissatisfied?"

Buzz~

Reflecting the master's thoughts, the Eight-sided Han Sword suspended on the side trembled slightly, arousing a clear and sharp sword cry, which scared the woman and instinctively shrank her neck.

There were waves of cold air on the back of the neck, as if she was on a guillotine, with the knife hanging behind her head. The woman curled up her shoulders, showing an aggrieved expression that I felt pity for.

"My name is not Ruyan..."

Even if the disciples of the Holy Cult are informal, they will not use their real names when refining their hearts in the brothel!

However, the boy in black ignored her pitiful look that could melt most men, and waved his hand indifferently and contemptuously.

"Your real name means nothing to me, you are whatever I call you."

"From now on, your name will be Ruyan, um... surname Liu, Liu Ruyan."

"…………"

He decided his name at will, and the young man's unquestioning words contained domineering and cruel strength. The attitude that she inadvertently showed that she regarded herself as a stupid dog made the woman feel angry, scared, and sad at the same time. For the first time, she felt the despair and powerlessness of life and death depending on the thoughts of others.

"Like smoke."

Listening to the young man's gentle call, the woman's inner world was at war with nature. Finally, she glanced at the black eight-sided Han sword floating beside her, ready to move, and her shoulders dropped with despair.

"The slave family is here."

As soon as the words of compromise came out, something in the woman... or Liu Ruyan's heart seemed to be broken, and her bright eyes became slightly dim.

Realizing that he had planted an indelible demonic barrier in the woman's mind, Zhu Haomiao raised the corners of her mouth in an incomprehensible manner.

"Sit down and let's eat together."

"yes."

Seeing Liu Ruyan sitting down in a daze, following his orders like a spoiled doll, Zhu Haomiao laughed, shook his head, and asked in a voice that could carry the sound.

"Are you the devil's saint of this generation?"

When the word Demon Cult was mentioned, Liu Ruyan's empty and dull eyes gradually came back to reality. She didn't bother to correct him that it was the Holy Cult and not the Demon Cult, and she nodded bitterly.

"Yes."

"Then do you know the inside story of your Tiandu Summit?"

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan sneered like a self-mockery, broke the jar and said.

"There is no inside story. They are just a bunch of people. If we let them hold Tiandu Summit ten more times, there will be no results!"

"Oh? Why?"

"In the past, the Tiandu Summit was an internal meeting of the Holy Church. It had coercive power. Once the results were obtained, they would be enforced."

"But this time we followed the righteous path and held a conference of martial arts leaders. The people who came were frightened by the court's behavior and were forced to hug together for warmth..."

Speaking of this, Liu Ruyan glanced at the young man in black and spoke with resentment.

"These people all have ulterior motives, and they are acting in secret, and the Holy Religion does not have enough power to force them to implement the results of the meeting..."

"No... The meeting is impossible to produce any results. People in the underworld are self-centered. This time, they are just instinctively trying to get together to seek psychological comfort. Once it comes to specific execution and interests, they will argue endlessly."

While muttering, Liu Ruyan shook her head faintly.

"A pile of loose sand is not worth discussing with."

Zhu Haomiao looked at her with appreciation after noticing Liu Ruyan's contempt from the bottom of her heart.

This guy is obviously "in the mountains", but he can jump out of his own barriers, look at the problem from a higher perspective, and come to the same conclusion as himself, which shows that she has an extraordinary vision.

After careful observation and induction, Zhu Haomiao caught a subtle breath of destiny from her and smiled with relief.

Yin Kejun also has a similar breath, which is a symbol of being favored by heaven.

Equivalent to the son of destiny in reserve.

But unlike Zhao Nuo, who is the designated "protagonist of destiny", they are just "supporting roles" on the stage of destiny. In the magnificent torrent of the times, they may not be able to have a good ending.

No!

The long river of destiny is unpredictable. From a larger perspective, even Zhao Nuo may not be the "protagonist of destiny".

The fate of the country collides, the destiny is overwhelmed, the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy!

Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully and looked at Liu Ruyan, who looked like she was playing badly.

"Then do you think the martial arts leader conference on the righteous side will have a result in the end?"