Chapter 153 Willing to Be King (Please Subscribe for Monthly Ticket)

In the early morning, the bright sunshine drove away the last trace of chill in this wasteland.

Zong Shou was indifferent, sitting on the floor on the roof of the car, opposite Hu Qianqiu.

And Xuanyuan Yiren was at the side, pouring wine for the two of them in person. Women in ancient times paid attention to raising their eyebrows. But at this moment Xuanyuan Yiren didn't have half of his usual vigor and sharpness. With a calm and solemn expression, he kneels and sits gracefully, and his movements are gentle, gentle, and generous. Every movement is extremely elegant, perfectly displaying the charm of femininity.

There was also a Hu Zhongyuan sitting next to him, but Zong Shou's eyes automatically ignored him.

In fact, I dare not look at it. The patriarch of the Iron Tiger Clan now has a swollen nose and a swollen face, and his image is really not very elegant.

The scene of how Hu Qianqiu taught his son just now is vivid in his mind. Holding the seven-foot-long Huba Dao, no matter the occasion, he just beat him hard. The words I scolded, I still haven't been able to forget them.

What a bastard, what do you really think I am confused, what to please the Zongling, whether you should lose face or not. No matter how bad it sounded, even Zong Shou found it harsh and couldn't sit still.

At this moment, Zong Shou really couldn't bear to stab this guy. On the other hand, Hu Zhongyuan, who didn't seem to care, smiled nervously with a bruised face.

Hu Qianqiu glanced at him with some disgust, snorted "and didn't care, smiled and looked at Zong Shou very kindly" as if Zong Shou was his own child.

"How is the prince's injury now?"

Zong Shou slightly stretched his muscles and bones, and let out a beep, beep, beep, beep, beep all over his body, like fried soybeans. Then he smiled and said: "There is no serious problem, thank you, Uncle Hu, for your mercy!"

Hu Qianqiu Weiwei took the lead, he knew it well, so he didn't ask too many questions. Knowing Zongshou, it was only after a long battle that "the qi in his body was disharmonious. He just controlled his strength all the time, so he wouldn't really hurt Zongshou. Don't look at just vomiting blood." In fact, it was only shocked by the force of the counterattack, and there was nothing real injury. It only needs to adjust the interest rate a little bit after the war.

Staring at Zong Shou again, he looked up and down, but the smile on Hu Qianqiu's face gradually faded away. With a calm expression on his face, he raised his wine glass and said, "This is the first glass, King Jing is stunned by the spirit of the sky, a little dumbfounded. At this time, his cheap father is not dead yet!

It only takes a few years" to return from sinking in the sea of ​​clouds, and then to show off his might.

First, he personally exterminated the Zong clan, and hung the head of the Zongshi on the flagpole of Qiantian Mountain to dry in March.

After that, he was angry at Ling Yunzong for failing to keep his promise, and killed 13 celestial powerhouses by himself on Danling Mountain. Next. Even if this is the first sect of Yunlu in the east, it is almost impossible to keep its own holy land.

Of course, that's because of "his death". Whether this era will still be like this, he doesn't know.

Anyway, he is quite afraid of this strong man. Every time he does things, "he has a lot of scruples, and he doesn't dare to take those few unowned treasures," let alone get out of the sight of Yin Yang and Chuxue.

Although he was thinking like this in his heart, Zong Shou's face also turned serious, and he raised his glass solemnly, and sprinkled the wine in the glass aside.

Hu Qianqiu sighed slightly, raised a second glass of wine, but did not drink it down. Instead, he looked at Zongshou with inquiring eyes: "The old man is very curious. Now in Qiantian Mountain, General Zuo Tingzhu Qiu Wei and I are both impartial and ambiguous. Why did the son invite me, and why did you invite me?" Isn't it Qiu Tingzhu?"

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, and muttered calmly and quietly: "I heard from Yin Yang that Qiu Wei was the most loyal to my father, and he was the only courtier who desperately supported Zong Shou to inherit the position of Demon King. Uncle Hu But he is even more cautious, focusing on the overall situation. He has never turned to one side, but to check and balance those three in Tianshan?"

Hu Qianqiu laughed out loud, expressing his relief: "Your Majesty is really smart! You really deserve to be a cub born by your lord. You Tianhu clan are indeed born to be extremely smart. It's just that you are too smart. My Weiran brother, It’s really hard for me to hide it. The prince is obviously a peerless talent, and he faces Wushuang in the east. But he refuses to tell us brothers. These days, my heart is full of ups and downs.”

Hu Zhongyuan nodded his head sympathetically, somewhat resentful.

Zong Shou just felt helpless, before Zong Weiran disappeared, he really had no internal energy at all.

But at this time, there is no need to explain.

Then I saw Hu Qianqiu's expression moved, and he said thoughtfully: "After thinking about it carefully, it is really necessary to hide it, even though your royal family of fox and eight tails cannot shake the foundation of our Qiantian Mountain, it has been quite difficult recently. These guys, in order to avoid being hunted and killed by the human race, abandoned me and left the cloud realm. Now they are also cheeky and want to come back. If this is the case of the son, if they know about it early, I am afraid it will not be good. What poisoning and assassination? You can do all the nasty tricks. Besides, there is the mother clan of the son, your majesty does have a problem."

Zong Shou's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth could not be closed for a while.

It turns out that he really has a reason to keep a low profile and keep a low profile?

Sky fox royal family? This is different from the Seven-Tail Zong Clan and the Xue Clan of the Eight-Tailed Sky Fox Royal Family, which were well-known in the God Emperor era. The strength is strong, not inferior to the Holy Land sect.

Zong Shou changed his mind for a moment, and completely stopped thinking about facing the east with a smile and trying the world with his sword after today. It seems that it is better to keep a low profile in life.

After drinking the second cup, Hu Qianqiu casually threw the wine cup away, took out two dishes from the servant behind him, and placed them between them.

Xuanyuan Yiren's expression moved slightly, and then he regained his composure, holding the re-bottle in his hand, and filled it up solemnly.

Hu Qianqiu didn't care about it, and said brightly in his eyes: "I used to worry that you would not be able to control Qiantian Mountain, so that the millions of monsters in our mountain city, and the land of several provinces that had been laid down after ten years of hard work, collapsed overnight. Now that I don’t have this concern, naturally I don’t have the reason to serve others. The prince asked Yin Yang to call me. I don’t know what he ordered?? Today, I just need a word from you, and I will accompany the prince and return to Qiantian Mountain! Chop off Zongshi's head and use it as a jug for Shizi!"

Zong Shou raised his chun corners slightly, and his expression regained his composure: "Uncle Hu, there is no rush to become the Demon King. For the next three to five months, I want to stay outside for a while, find a place, and practice diligently."

Seeing Hu Qianqiu frowned, as if he wanted to speak.

Zong Shou smiled and waved his hands, signaling to be calm.

"Now that Yunxia Mountain is advancing, if I go back to continue the Demon King right now, I will only do bad things. I don't want to pretend to be their puppet. Besides, the Zong family has stretched their hands too far these years. It is not convenient for me to say goodbye to my relatives." Do it, so I have to trouble Uncle Hu and Zuo Tingzhu! Don't overdo it, just let them be more honest."

Hu Qianqiu's eyes bulged, and then he laughed loudly: "My Hu Qianqiu's eyes are really blind. Very good! The son has the wisdom of the king, but not half of the indecision of the king. The Zong clan, these people You are arrogant and arrogant, but your majesty has always been tolerant and indulgent. I, Hu Qianqiu, have long disliked it. This matter is embraced by me. Don’t worry, my son, when you return to Qiantian Mountain, you will definitely make the mountain city up and down, and there will be no such smoky atmosphere."

Hu Zhongyuan's complexion changed, and he winked. Did his father say these words? The elder son's words obviously have some bad intentions, and he is destined to greatly offend the Demon King's family.

Hu Qianqiu ignored him, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "But my son, do you trust me like that? Don't be afraid of what I, Hu Qianqiu, will do."

"I believe in Uncle Hu, but not completely!" Zong Shou flicked his sleeves and pointed to the side: "So my two servants, I have to ask Uncle Hu to take them back with me! With Uncle Hu and Qiu Tingzhu working together, I think they will be able to In an important position!"

Where the finger is, it is unwilling to be with Yin Yang and Lian Fan. Fu secretly said that he was not in the mood anyway, staying in Gantian Mountain all day long to take care of government affairs. Wouldn't it be best to support these cronies of myself, and let me ignore everything?

But Hu Qianqiu's eyes lit up again, and his admiration became stronger.

Not partial to listening, not partial to trust, even if it is a close friend, there is no shortage of precautionary measures. The force is superb, there is no shortage of wrists, and he is even more ruthless. Isn't such a person a qualified candidate for the Demon King?

But Zong Shou didn't know that at this moment, Zong Shou was thinking of being lazy, making plans in advance for a beautiful and leisurely life in the future.

Hu Qianqiu only felt more satisfied the more he looked at it, he laughed out loud. He took the Huba knife in his hand again. As soon as the big knife cut, a large amount of bright red blood sprayed out immediately.

After the wine in the dish was dyed red, Hu Qianqiu was looking forward to it again, and looked over.

Zong Shou's lips twitched as he watched, could it be that he had to bleed again? By the way, there is a blood alliance in the Yaozu. Once the oath is sworn, they will never rebel for life. However, once a new demon king takes the throne, the blood alliance needs to be reset.

In this way, Yin Yang once said that they dry Tianshan, and there are a total of 147 clans. After all these blood alliances are formed, it is foreseeable that the day when I am anemic, I am willing to learn from the day when the thunder was like thunder, and I only forced out a few drops of blood. Just look at Hu Qianqiu's pure and hopeful gaze, and the shocking wound on this man's wrist. After thinking about it, it was still too disrespectful, so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and cut his own wrist in the same way. But it's only a few centimeters shallower, only scratched... the skin and flesh were cut open, and dozens of drops of blood dripped out. Even if you get over it.

At this moment, both Hu Qianqiu, Xuanyuan Yiren and Hu Zhongyuan on both sides all looked solemn.

All the people nearby also knelt down towards Zongshou, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and sacred.

Hu Qianqiu also half-kneeled on the ground, holding one of the dishes solemnly in front of Zong Shou with both hands,

It wasn't until Zong Shou also took it with a solemn face that Hu Qianqiu raised his bowl high.

"Today, I am an alliance with the blood of the tiger for thousands of years. I belong to the Iron Tiger Clan of Tianshan Mountain, and I am willing to serve my son as king!"! .