Traveling across planes to raise cubs, they all turned black!

As a matter of fact, Xue Chu was indeed in a good mood.

Having decided to investigate the situation, she slowly opened the closed door a quarter of an hour after the envoy settled down.

"Miss Xuechu," the person who was drinking raised his glass to her.

After careful preparation, there were not many people in the small tavern. Even when Xue Chu opened the door and entered, the remaining people also left.

It seems that there is some kind of tacit understanding.

"Is there any problem?" Seeing her slow movements, the messenger's face stiffened slightly and his tone was a little strange.

It's nothing... I just saw someone with overly familiar features.

Xue Chu shook her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and sat opposite him with a calm expression.

"Miss Xuechu," the messenger nodded slightly as she approached. He seemed to have a different attitude than before, "Before entering here, I also accidentally heard some gossip."

"Oh?" Xue Chu raised her voice and casually picked up the wine glass placed in front of her, "Did someone urge you? I guess it was sent by the Guangming Cult, or from within the God-Serving Clan?"

"..." The messenger was silent for a few seconds, and the smile on his face was a bit unbearable.

"It seems that I still don't have a good relationship with you?" Xue Chu glanced at him, her smile not reaching her eyes, "Generally speaking, there is no need to send too many envoys to carry out the same task in such a short period of time. Right? If everything was handled this way, the Samurai God Clan would have been in chaos long ago."

"So, is it because you are not trusted, or is it just a lack of ability?"

Xuechu yawned. Even though she said such provocative words, she didn't seem to be very interested in the subsequent development.

"These are just guesses after all," the envoy who was directly inserted into the predicament gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Even if it really happened, as long as I complete the task with Miss Xuechu first, the rest will be in vain. .”

The messenger looked at Xuechu quietly, then lowered his voice and said, "What do you think?"

"I don't think it's very good," Xue Chu chuckled and drank the wine glass in one gulp.

Then there was nothing more to say, and the calm and tight air was mixed between the two of them. Xue Chu was not surprised at the face changing skills of the person in front of him, and his eyes were attracted by the paper he pressed under his sleeves - there was a faint blur on it. The words "about" are highlighted in red.

"Then what do you need to be willing to cooperate?" The messenger's voice was low, and he seemed to be angry, and his expression was somewhat reluctant.

"If you want Wufang City, you have to show your sincerity first," Xue Chu blinked twice, her deep eyes narrowed impatiently when she looked at the person in front of her, her tone of voice was completely inconsistent with her expression lines. Indifferently, "This task is very important."

"So... I only agree with the one with the highest price."

"The one with the highest bid gets...?" The messenger's voice sounded several times higher, "This is just a place abandoned by God!"

"It means that you are not willing to make a promise?" Xue Chu glanced at him indifferently. At some point, his fingertips were entangled with the dark purple demon power thread, and the other end that was put down was already climbing up the other person's spine. It's reached a critical point.

The messenger's body froze almost subconsciously. In the extreme killing intent, the body's instinct once again took over.

The two wine glasses that were neatly placed on the table were pushed away by his rude movements and fell to the ground. In the next second, the demonic power like a tarsal maggot approached instantly. With a "bang", the messenger was forced to lie face down. on the table.

"Do you want to make a bet?" Xue Chu was still laughing, "Just bet...Wufang City and you, which one is more important in the eyes of those people?"

"No... Well, pfft -" The envoy who did not escape the attack had a big hole in his shoulder.

The demon power thread tightly wrapped around his body melted away from the tail end again, like a seed taking root, firmly piercing into the skin and tearing at the flesh and blood.

"...Wufang City will not depreciate in value. If you can't do it, there will always be someone who is willing." She crossed her little knuckles, seemingly unable to see the envoy who was struggling to speak, and her eyes slowly fell on the man behind her. on the door.

"Are you right? Guests from afar?"

"Click," the door was gently pushed open by a pair of gloved hands.

"Miss Xuechu, I have long admired your name."

The visitor was wearing an exquisite white-gold robe, and his tone was unhurried, with a bit of a smile, "Perhaps you have heard of Count Cisse from the Shishen Clan? He seems to be the same as Miss Cisse under Miss Xuechu. There is some connection.”

Xue Chu raised her eyebrows and loosened her grip on her hands, "Did he find you?"

He glanced at Xuechu gently, and upon hearing these words, he raised a helpless smile, "Maybe, Miss Xuechu is really a very charming person, isn't she?"

"Even if I'm slowly killing your colleagues right now?"

"Even so," the visitor smiled again, once again turning a blind eye to the overflowing smell of blood, "you did not kill him completely. In the final analysis, it was just a small dispute. The God of Light will protect you."

Xuechu: "..."

Xue Chu politely refused: "I don't believe in gods."

"I don't care why you came here," she chose to go straight to the end, "just tell me what commitment you are willing to make."

"...I can see that you are really annoyed by my stupid colleague," he sighed, and turned to look at his opponent who was already lying on the table and unable to get up. There was a trace of pity in his calmness, "What can I give you? There is no difference between him and me."

"Wufang City will have the resources of the Shishen Clan. At the same time, Miss Xuechu will still be the city lord by definition. In order to provide some help to this suffering town, even aristocratic families of various races will participate in the blood competition. We will also choose to hold it here.”

"There is no difference, it's just that he is too greedy." After saying this, the visitor's eyes became softer, as if he remembered some scenes in his memory, and asked Xuechu: "But please forgive me for being a little Selfish."

"Which Miss Cisse already has someone to accompany her at this time? If not, she should probably remember the engagement we had."

"Miss Cisse?" Xuechu sneered, "I don't have Miss Cisse around me."

"Since you know it's selfish, don't send it to irrelevant people. I'm not interested in it."

"What if I said...as long as you nod, I can bring you more news?" The visitor did not retreat but advanced.

Xuechu glanced at him lightly and said in a not-so-good tone, "Then change it."

"I said that Wufang City will not depreciate in value. Since you can still make such a vague request, it is obvious that the current price can only be regarded as a cheap sale."

"Then - no need to talk."