The Demon Lord has too many aliases

His eyes were as calm as water, without any trace of murderous intent.

Such as admiring flowers, admiring the moon, looking at mountains and rivers.

But the people under this gaze felt as if they were encountering a natural enemy, like a hare on the grassland suddenly encountering an apex predator, and every hair on his body could not help but stand up.

...Too, too fast! He saw with his own eyes that the moment his companion drew his sword, the young man appeared behind his companion as if teleporting, so that the afterimage left behind was still vivid.

The assassin is not a dead soldier, and he will not take his life knowing that he will be defeated. He stepped across the street corner in one step, and his figure suddenly turned into a shadow and was about to disappear.

Poof! A blood hole silently appeared in his heart, and something passed through his chest sharply. The shadow that was about to dissipate slowly solidified, and then he fell to the ground.

At the last moment when his eyes dimmed, he saw the murder weapon, which was a drop of crystal clear water and exuded a faint aroma of wine.

In the middle of the street, Yan Weilou, who was standing there, shook the delicate silver wine bottle in his hand and looked away.

He randomly rummaged through the two assassins and found a familiar token.

"He is indeed a professional assassin.

" He put away the token, stood up as if nothing had happened, and sighed quietly, "Unfortunately, when it comes to killing people, I seem to be more professional..." He flicked his fingers, and two white flames flew out silently.

When the time comes for the earth to rest, the streets become pure again.

After skillfully completing the one-stop service of murder, arson, destruction of corpses and traces, Yan Weilou picked up the wine bottle and Shi Shiran left.

What he didn't know was that at the moment when the breath of white flames leaked out, in a distant place, deep in a dark underground palace, an ancient oil lamp suddenly lit up, and the weak white flames in it seemed to be poured into lamp oil. , suddenly burned violently.

The lampkeeper, who was sitting cross-legged on one side, suddenly opened his eyes.

“The holy fire is rekindled and God will return.

"Chapter 4 Returning to the World (4) "Your Highness, are you - what happened? "Lights were brightly lit in Prince Qi's Mansion late at night.

The first time Yan Weilou returned to the palace, a gust of cold wind blew up. At the same time, a gray figure flew down and landed in front of him silently.

Seeing Yan Weilou's appearance, the expression of the gray-robed old man who suddenly appeared changed, and a heavy aura erupted from him, like a mountain collapsing.

"I don't know whether to live or die! You dare to attack His Highness, who is this person? Wait until I capture him!" "Mr. Shen, there is no need to worry, I'm fine.

"At this time, Yan Weilou's black hair was scattered behind him, and his robes still had tears cut by the sword energy. His face was still in a trance, and he looked like he was surviving a disaster.

He waved his hand: "Besides, all the assassins have been killed.

" "Um? "The gray-robed old man glared, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he didn't look at all old. "Execute them all? Could it be... Xiaoyao Tower took action again? "Xiaoyao Tower is a mysterious force that suddenly appeared in Shengjing City five years ago. No one knows the origins of the people behind it.

Not long after it appeared, it brought many small chambers of commerce in Shengjing City under its banner, competing with those large chambers of commerce supported by the royal family and aristocratic families.

After using a variety of novel products to open up a business network, Xiaoyao Lou pioneered a new model for the first time, integrating many restaurants, gambling houses, and even Qin Lou Chu Pavilion in the city. In the past five years, it has expanded several times and has already become a prosperous business. There are countless dandies in Beijing who live in drunken dreams and die in the Golden Cave.

If it weren't for the indifferent nature of the Xiaoyao Tower owner and his unwillingness to expand, and other forces imitating and following suit, the Xiaoyao Tower forces at this time would be even more terrifying.

If anyone thinks that Xiaoyaolou is just rich, they are wrong.

You know, sometimes money represents strength.

It is said that the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts require a lot of resources to practice martial arts, which is why it is difficult for masters to emerge among casual cultivators.

In this world, the real top masters may not be moved by worldly fame and fortune, but more martial arts practitioners are easily bribed by yellow and white things.

Therefore, there are many worshipers and thugs in Xiaoyao Tower.

Although Yan Wulun, the owner of Xiaoyao Tower, has never taken action, many people speculate that his strength is unfathomable.

As for the intersection between Yan Weilou and the other party... It is well known in Shengjing City that when Yan Wulun was still in dire straits, Prince Qi once saved his life.

After the rise of Xiaoyao Tower, Yan Weilou received a Xiaoyao Order.

It's not surprising that people from Xiaoyao Tower appear around him from time to time to protect him.

"Yes, if Xiaoyao Tower hadn't taken action, I might have died.

" Yan Weilou nodded in agreement with Mr. Shen's statement, with a look of joy on his face.

He strode in first, his eyes gushing with anger.

"Ha! The two Dark Pavilion assassins have already broken through the shackles of the physical body. Using them to deal with me, a small character who has not even broken the seven shackles, is too much!" "I think I have been kind to others in these years. , there are still people who do this..." The young man sighed, couldn't help but tilt his head, and looked at the old man in gray robe, his tone full of resentment, "Mr. Shen, tell me, what kind of hatred is this? !" When he heard about the notorious assassin organization "Dark Pavilion", Mr. Shen was stunned and his expression tightened.

His hand hanging by his side trembled, his aura became more cold and solemn, his brows were furrowed, frightened and angry.

"...Could this be Emperor Yong's test? He finally couldn't help but attack in unison?" "How could it be?" Yan Shabaitian Weilou's face was full of disbelief, as if he didn't want to believe that the man who treated him extremely A good imperial uncle would be so dangerous and vicious.

"Your Highness, don't believe it, this is probably true.

The Yong royal family has long wanted to cut down the vassal vassal, and they are eyeing me all over the country.

As early as many years ago, the king had doubts in his heart that the royal family was behind those princes who had their titles taken away from them and even their sacrifices because of their crimes.

" Mr. Shen spoke in a deep voice, his face full of solemnity.

"...Because of this, the king chose to bear the pain and send his only legitimate son to Shengjing to study, but in fact he was used as a hostage.

Just to alleviate the suspicion of the royal family.

"" By the way, delay for some time so that you can wait for the opportunity in secret? "Yan Weilou answered smoothly.

"Your Highness!" Mr. Shen's expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but step forward. The calm momentum on his body burst out in an instant, and the bluestone road on the ground shattered inch by inch. "Be careful!!" In his sudden burst of insight. Under the pressure of the momentum, the young man seemed to be unable to bear it, and took several steps back, his face turned pale.

Only then did Mr. Shen react and quickly restrained himself.

"Your Highness, I forgive you, but I have lost my temper.

He stepped forward to help Yan Weilou and whispered, "It's just that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Shengjing, and there is a great master sitting in charge. Your Highness, please stop talking nonsense, be careful of disaster coming from your mouth."

" "Yeah? "Yan Weilou looked directly at the other party calmly, his eyes never blinking, deep and bright.

He suddenly smiled: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore.

" Mr. Shen breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't notice that except for the young man who seemed to be shocked by his aura, except for taking a few steps back at first, he didn't have any hidden injuries in his body.

"His Highness must bring a guard with him when he goes out in the future, and don't be as reckless as today... You can't always count on Xiaoyao Tower to take action in time.

You must know that favors will always be used up, not to mention..." Along the way, Mr. Shen, who had calmed down his aura, no longer showed the demeanor of a martial arts practitioner. He just gave ardent instructions and looked at Yan Weilou with a touch of love, like It's the elders looking at their naughty children.

In response to this, Yan Weilou always responded with a few simple words to deal with it.

Wherever the two passed by, the servants of the mansion stood in succession to salute, with extremely respectful expressions.

It is not strange for the two of them to be close to each other, which transcends the boundary between master and servant and is almost like chatting with family members.