Chapter 14 Raw Liquid

Fang Xin was just a virtual character created by a moment of painstaking effort**, but he didn't expect to cause a series of chain reactions around him. The reason why the Black Flag Army can come around the Black Dead City is that there is naturally a strong force behind it. Otherwise, the character of the superior Black Death Chief, the Black Death Lord will never allow such force to appear around his couch.

Many people are speculating about the forces behind the Black Flag Army, but the truth is unthinkable to everyone.

"Ultraman?"

The mountain thief leader is now lying on the ground and dare not move. In front of him sits a middle-aged man with a white face like jade. His hair is as dark as ink, softly covered behind his head, and he wears a mask on his face to block most of his face. He was wearing a pure black robe with golden silk threads, which revealed a solemn temperament in simplicity.

This middle-aged man looks like he is only in his twenties, but after a few more glances, he feels that he is probably in his thirties. But the vicissitudes of his eyes are definitely something that a hundred-year-old man can have.

"The name is a little strange. It doesn't sound like a normal person's name, and he wears a mask. Hey...is't this just to hide your identity? It's the same hobby as me. You are repeating the scene at that time."

The middle-aged man's voice is very gentle, and he still has a glass of blood-like red wine in his hand.

"Yes!" The head of the mountain thief leader kept kowtoing, and he didn't notice the blood flowing. For this mysterious owner, the leader was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

The power he occasionally showed and the incredible power behind him. The mountain thief leader was so scared to pee his pants just knowing the tip of the iceberg.

The leader of the mountain thief said what happened that day carefully again. This time, the middle-aged man listened carefully and asked more carefully at the place where "Ultraman" cast spells.

"The mystery of the earth, the earth thorn! This skill sounds strange. Well... soil energy? That's probably not that child. I heard that he has been here for more than ten days. Why hasn't it appeared yet? The middle-aged man muttered to himself, and the leader of the mountain thief did not say a word.

After the meeting, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and said, "You have done a good job in this matter. In the face of such a master, failure is inevitable. But you still have to continue to do the Black Flag Army. There are many things I need to do with this notorious knife. You know what I mean.

"Yes, I understand." The leader of the mountain thief kowtowed hard on the ground again, and it took a long time before he dared to look up a little. That middle-aged man didn't know where he was.

"It's terrible." The brave man wiped his cold sweat and whispered, "Every time I see him, I think I'm having a nightmare. I can smell the bloody smell of this monster from ten kilometers away. How many people has he killed? In the future, you'd better leave this place as soon as possible and hide in the distance with years of savings to be a rich man.

The middle-aged man flew quickly with a blood-red shadow and soon reached the core of the Black Death City. In the main hall of the Black Death City, several Black Death warriors at the door saw the middle-aged man bowing their heads one after another and said, "Master!"

"Well! You guys should brighten your eyes recently. A rookie Huangquan hunter is coming here to make trouble. The middle-aged man ordered with a gentle look. His current appearance is completely different from the evil appearance just now, and anyone who sees him will have a good impression.

"Yes, patriarch!" The warriors hurriedly turned around and ordered their men to pay attention.

Seeing that all his men left, the middle-aged man took out a bottle of wine from nowhere and poured it into his mouth. The red wine overflowed from the corners of his mouth and flowed all the way to his chest, making a neat robe sloppy.

All passers-by sneered.

"Is this the legendary black dead patriarch who can only eat, drink and gamble?"

"Yes, the whole Huangquan world knows that his greatest ability is to have a daughter. All the beautiful people have nothing to say, and they are extremely smart. More than 20 daughters have a good income when they get married. He relied on those sons-in-law to hold the position of head of the Black Death clan.

"No wonder, no matter how I look at this guy, he looks like an empty waste."

...waste? The middle-aged man smiled secretly and said, "How can you ants understand my wisdom!" How much do you know about Huangquanjie?

He made a lot of waste at the door and hurried into the hall. He said to a few confidants, "Are the raw materials of the original liquid ready?"

"To report to the patriarch, the news from the dark temple is on the way, and it has been shipped in the past few days."

"Oh!" The middle-aged man nodded and stopped talking. Seeing this, those confidants lowered their heads and left.

"Interesting, so interesting. I didn't expect that this Ultraman would inadvertently ruin my good deeds. Originally, it was intended to let the Black Flag Army secretly cut things off, but now it seems that the deal with the Dark Temple must continue. Those guys are so greedy that I hate the feeling of paying for money! Ultraman... Well, this guy is really angry with me."

The middle-aged man reached out and gently stroked the armrest of the seat a few times, and the wall behind him squeaked a huge gap. Inside the gap was a small secret room. Fakyue was covered with cold sweat, and her eyes stared at a small emerald bottle in front of her. Her eyes were full of desire and resistance, and her hands were sometimes raised and sometimes put down. It seems that there is something extremely powerful in that small bottle.

"Fac Yue, my precious daughter, why do you refuse? What a beautiful thing the original liquid is. Drink it. You will become more and more beautiful and smart. Even the cultivation will gradually become stronger. Such a good thing, but Dad, I worked hard to get it at a high price. I remember you used to love drinking, but why aren't you good now?

The middle-aged man's voice is very gentle, and his tone is full of seductive ** power. Fakyue stretched out her hands and held the small bottle in front of her tightly, and suddenly kept it still on the ground.

The emerald bottle was smashed, and the emerald-like ** was left everywhere. The air is full of that strange smell... The fragrance is mixed with the smell of blood.

"Damn it." The expression on the middle-aged man's face finally changed. It is hard to imagine that a person will change so much. In a moment, a middle-aged man has changed from a charitable father to a demon. He hysterically grabbed Falk Moon's long hair and hissed, "Why? Why did you become like this? Why did you refuse me? Is all this bad? I can become the master of the whole Huangquan. At that time, you are all the most noble princesses. Why do you betray me?

Facyue smiled with difficulty. She looked at her father with a pitiful look and said softly, "It's love. You won't understand, never!"

"Hahahaha!" The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed, revealing two sharp fangs. He said viciously, "There will be such a thing as love in the Huangquan world. This is really a big joke." He grabbed his own daughter's collar and raised her high and said, "I will kill that ridiculous white night boy in front of you, I swear!"

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"Aw!" Fang Xin was sleeping comfortably in the car and suddenly sneezed coldly. He sat up blankly and looked around. According to reason, he was absolutely unlikely to get sick with his current cultivation.

So... is there a villain who speaks ill of me behind my back? Fang Xin smiled a few times and began to pack up his things. The convoy will arrive at the end tomorrow morning.

Black Death City!

The motorcade has been sending all the businessmen into the city, and the leader received an extra 100 taels of gold from each person's quota when collecting money. Many people don't talk nonsense about this decision, and everyone can see the scene of giving 6,000 taels of gold to Ultraman. The behavior of the leader of the caravan is still recognized by most people.

Elant was constantly chattering, with a few tears in the corners of his eyes.

Fang Xin now knows a lot about this seemingly honest businessman, and the tears can't move him. I just said a few words of farewell and broke up with everyone.

He noticed that the leading most luxurious carriage fished out of a group*, and several dark sacrifices came to take them away. Fang Xin always felt that there was something strange about it, but at this time, he had no spare time to observe. Rescue Falkyue was the most important task.

Fang Xin sorted out the clothes. He bought some specialties from various places from Elant and disguised himself as a foot merchant. After walking down the street for a while, turn into an alley.

There is a dilapidated bar. Fang Xin chose this place because it is close to the city gate and there are many people. You should be able to hear a lot of news there.