I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

After shaking it next to his ear, he said with a smile: "The divine detectives have been making a lot of trouble these days, but you don't have to worry. The Thousand Curse Hall will be established as it should be. I will not say a word."

Chapter 260: Raising a Dragon and Seeing a Flood

King Zhao looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, which was much younger than his actual age, but it was not the best effect that the Fanchun Spring could achieve.

In fact, as long as King Zhao was willing, he could change back to his eighteen-year-old appearance on the spot.

However, on the one hand, he was the king, and if he suddenly turned into a teenager, it would easily arouse everyone's suspicion; on the other hand, not everyone wanted to be as young as possible. King Zhao felt that his peak state was around 35 years old. He liked this age, and especially loved the way he looked at 35.

"Your Majesty, the Iron Prison Divine Constable is an indispensable force for the State of Zhao after all. If they are too opposed, I can postpone the establishment of the palace."

The Iron Prison God, or the Prison God, is taken seriously by He Jianjiao, but not that seriously.

Another place that is equally important but not as much valued is the clay figurine workshop.

The problem is that in addition to the Prison God and the Clay Figurine Workshop, the Painted Skin Pavilion also does not want to take root in Zhao State.

Considering the current complicated situation in Zhao State, He Jianjiao felt that if making a slight concession could gain some tacit understanding between himself and Qianmian, it would be totally worth it!

"I can withstand the pressure, why should you give in?"

King Zhao shook his head and said, "It will only last for a while. When the dust settles, they will have to accept reality."

Seeing He Jianjiao smiling but saying nothing, King Zhao followed him.

"In short, it is up to you to decide when to build a palace or whether to build one. This king will not interfere."

As he spoke, the King of Zhao suddenly remembered his beloved concubine lying on the ground. He pointed at her casually and said, "This king is destined to be king, so he is naturally not afraid of corpse transformation. But it is not good to have such a dirty thing in the palace. You can deal with it as you see fit."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Leave it to me."

.......

After Prince Zhao left with the Fanchun Spring, He Jianjiao squatted down and pressed on Concubine Rong's belly.

There is no large mass in the bloated belly, so we can rule out the possibility that a strange baby will crawl out later.

There was no water accumulation, so...

The sharp nails scratched the belly, and countless paper balls rolled out.

These rolled paper balls unfolded one by one and then flew into the air, dancing around the immortal.

He Jianjiao glanced at the bloody words with great interest. What was recorded on them were all the doubts that Concubine Rong had hidden in her heart.

[Why did the king get those terrible tattoos? ]

[Why are there so few concubines in the palace? They are all pure and have few desires, and never compete with me for favor? ]

[I always have nightmares at night. Who are you? 】

Seeing the flying papers getting closer and closer and hearing the woman's mumbling in his ears, He Jianjiao couldn't help but snort coldly.

The cursed power that was hundreds and thousands of times more terrifying than those filthy creatures penetrated his body, and the flying papers quickly turned yellow and fell to the ground, all turning into powder.

The female corpse on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. She stood up straight, stared at He Jianjiao and asked, "Why are there so many strange things in the palace?"

"He's already dead, why are you still digging into the matter?"

The woman's hair moved without wind. She stared with bloodshot eyes and said word by word: "You, know?"

Ha ha.

The Immortal stretched out his index finger, pointed it at the woman's forehead, and pressed her to the ground.

"If you don't know what's good for you, then you can be used as the spell material for my Thousand Curse Hall."

The woman's whole body began to tremble violently, her hair fell down one by one, and her wide-open eyes slowly closed.

Finally, it became like a corpse again.

"It's troublesome to come to the palace every time to finish it, but thanks to this damn place, the materials in my treasury are piled up to the point where they can't be used up."

Smacking his lips, He Jianjiao ordered the eunuch at the door to bring a sack.

Then he put the woman's corpse into a sack and carried it away.

......

"Master!"

"Master is back"

“Welcome Master”

In the beginning, He Jianjiao came to Zhao State because he was influenced by an old friend. He wanted to find a place to establish a sect and experience a fulfilling life surrounded by disciples.

But ever since he saw the green snake that failed in its attempt to walk on the dragon, disciples and the Thousand Curse Hall have become unimportant.

He Jianjiao went straight into the treasury and threw the sack he was carrying into the corner.

Then he continued forward and came to a secret room in the deepest part of the treasure house.

There was only one snake and one oar in the entire secret room. The snake was a green snake, but unfortunately there was still a piece of yellow scale on its body that had not been shed; the oar was a magical weapon shaped like a boat paddle. When fighting with Lao Qian, if he didn't have this thing in hand, he might not win.

"Ugh"

Gently stroking the yellow scales on the snake, He Jianjiao couldn't help but look a little worried.

If you want to raise it into a dragon, you must first remove the yellow scales, but this is easier said than done!

There is a way, but...

'In the end, it's still not strong enough'

'Well, even if it means taking some risks, I will start practicing the Eye of a Thousand Curses.'

He Jianjiao sat cross-legged on the ground and began to chant an obscure spell.

If you take off the immortal's clothes now, you can see dense spells on his dark and strong body, flowing towards his forehead.

There are exactly one thousand spells, no more and no less. If one can successfully condense them into one point and give them shape with the power of the spell.

So, eh?

The originally well-organized practice suddenly went out of control.

All mantras do not go to the center of the eyebrows, but converge towards the palm of the right hand.

He Jianjiao's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely, but even if he stopped chanting the spell and interrupted the spell power, this completely unexpected change did not stop.

After a long time, the immortal felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and an eyeball grew out there.

......

Why does it grow on the palm? It should grow on the forehead!

Moreover, the power of this eyeball is too strong, isn't it?

Too strong!

It's too strong! ! !

He Jianjiao's head was buzzing and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

It is definitely not a force that the immortals can match, destroying the phase?

No, no, no, I have never seen the power of the Destroyer, so I can't estimate it too high.

But, even if he didn't have the Destruction Phase, with this mutated Eye of a Thousand Curses, he would definitely be invincible and immortal!

“Hehe, hehe, hehe, ahahahahahahaha.”

After being possessed by the evil eye, He Jianjiao's mentality became infinitely inflated.

Opening the door, he grabbed the wooden paddle and threw it out the door.

Goodbye. Although you are a good magic weapon, I will never need you again from now on.

Reaching out his hand, the man patted the green snake's head and laughed, "Isn't it just using an immortal as a guide to make a snake bead for you to swallow? I think Qianmian is good. It's round and fat, and it's born to be a snake bead."

Before, I was thinking about making some concessions and reaching a tacit understanding with Qianmian.

Now?

Why give in? I will establish the Thousand Curse Hall tomorrow!

"..."

"No, it's not the Thousand Curse Hall, it's the Dragon Breeding Hall."

Raising a dragon and seeing a giant dragon is his biggest dream in life.

Now that you have the ability, just say it openly!

"Dragon Breeding Palace, yes, I am the Lord of Dragon Breeding Palace——"

The evil eye in the palm of his hand stared at the crazy immortal with a half-smile, revealing a hint of expectation.

Chapter 261 Lend Me Your Life

In a large studio in Washington, the cloaked man Xiaobai was happily painting with Master Qiaodie.

Looking at the characters drawn by Xiaobai, Hua Qiaodie couldn't help but reveal a bit of distress on her face.

"Alas, how come all the good people turned into skeletons under your pen? Although you draw skeletons very well, this won't work."

Miss Hua felt that her student was extremely talented, but she was quite eccentric.

Landscape paintings are fine, but figure paintings always end up as skeletons no matter how they are corrected.

"elder sister!"

When Hua Qiaodie was wondering whether to let Xiaobai specialize in landscape painting, a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old hurried over with a happy look on her face.

"The city's best detective has finally returned to office!"

Without waiting for Hua Qiaodie to ask, the second young lady of the Hua family took the initiative to tell the good news.

That’s great.

The vacation is finally over.

Miss Hua was very happy. Now that Master Tangtang was in charge of the house, she was naturally not afraid of anything.

But Master Tangtang can't stay in Washington forever, and the return of the Datong City detective is definitely worth celebrating.

"Sister, do you think it was the detectives who compromised this time, or was it the higher-ups who compromised?" The Second Miss asked curiously.

Although she is young, she was brought up by Mr. Hua and Mrs. Hua, and she can see some things very clearly.

"How should I know? Anyway, it's over now."

Hua Qiaodie seemed relieved. She then asked her sister, "Didn't you go shopping with Master? Why did you come back alone?"

"Master Tangtang met an acquaintance, and they went to drink sweet soup together."

The second young lady's eyes suddenly sparkled with stars: "Sister, you didn't see it, you don't know how handsome that young man is! I won't say more, I'll go and feast my eyes again."

This girl!

Hua Qiaodie burst out laughing.

.............

The so-called handsome young man is naturally appearanceless.

Although Qianmian was firmly opposed to using the Demon Lord's Notes to reconcile with Tangtang, apart from that, he did not explicitly forbid Wuxiang from contacting the little girl.

"The Prison God strongly opposes He Jianjiao's establishment of the Thousand Curse Hall in Zhao State, so the God Constables are taking a collective vacation."

"Unfortunately, King Zhao remained unmoved and was determined to support the immortal. Now that the matter has been settled, the detectives are back to work after their vacation?"

After drinking a mouthful of the sweet soup, the little girl summarized the information Wuxiang shared with her.

"Yes, Master received the invitation today and found out that the Thousand Curse Hall was renamed the Dragon Cultivation Hall. I don't know why."

Wu Xiang smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, Master also didn't want that immortal to take root in Zhao State, but after receiving the invitation and hesitating for a long time, he still went to congratulate him."

"The God of Hell and the dough both hate that person. He has a very bad reputation." The little girl said with a smile.

Well, it’s not entirely a matter of popularity.

The main reason is that the previous king has already established a "three-legged tripod" system with mutual checks and balances and shared benefits, and the contemporary King of Zhao wants to forcibly insert a Dragon Breeding Palace. No one will definitely be happy about this.