Mr. Huo suddenly turned his head and found an embroidered emissary sitting by the window sill, and the style of the clothes was obviously different from other embroidered clothes. Looking carefully at the patterns on it, it turned out to be dark golden.
"Gold Medal Embroidered Clothes!" Mr. Huo's pupils shrank sharply. With his status, he naturally knew the prestige of Gold Medal Embroidered Clothes.
"I came to you this time to ask you a few questions, and I hope you will cooperate." Zaan seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing.
Mr. Huo was amused: "If you ask me, I will answer it?"
If ordinary people are indeed afraid of the Embroidered Cloth Messenger, but his existence is destined to walk on the edge of darkness, and with the support of King Yan, how can they be afraid?
"This is just to inform you that you have no right to refuse." Zaun looked at the other embroidered clothes envoys. At this moment, their complexions kept changing, but everything was normal except that they were in a coma. They seemed to be dreaming, and it was still a nightmare. .
Mr. Huo laughed, as if he had heard some big joke: "Actually, you should have shot with them just now, maybe I might really fall."
Now one-on-one, he is not afraid of anyone, not to mention the guy in front of him doesn't seem to have much vitality fluctuations, and he should be weak in the gold medal embroidered clothes .
"No need." Zuan said lightly. In fact, the main reason was that he wanted to experience the other party's mental attack, so as not to encounter an expert in this field in a hurry in the future. In addition, he wanted to know whether the other party had the ability to subdue the gold medalist. seven.
"Arrogance!" As soon as Mr. Huo finished speaking, the pattern on his forehead instantly came alive, forming a vertical eye, looking at Zaan with a strange light.
Zu'an only felt a blur in front of his eyes, the surroundings were no longer the quaint environment of Ruyifang, but instead were surrounded by high-rise buildings, the roads were full of various types of cars, and the subway and light rail passed by in the distance from time to time.
Pedestrians rubbed shoulders, women dressed coolly and stylishly, men... well, they paid less attention to dressing up.
Not far away, on the electronic screen of the shopping mall building, advertisements of various celebrities were displayed in turn, and on it was his favorite little dragon girl from his previous life...
This dream is really powerful, even this can be created?
Zaun sighed: "This world is really nostalgic. If I hadn't prepared in advance, I might really get lost here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword, and with a wave, a burst of sword energy shot out, and the whole world began to shatter in front of him, and then the antique Ruyifang reappeared in front of him.
At the same time, Mr. Huo's eyes full of horror, he covered his eyes on his forehead, blood flowed from his fingers, and the other hand tremblingly pointed at Zaun: "You... who are you?"
The power of the sword just now directly destroyed the dream he created. What kind of cultivation is this? When did the gold medal embroidered clothes have this ability.
With a flick of his finger, Zaan hit Mr. Huo with several bursts of force, completely restraining him: "Now I'm the one asking you."
Mr. Huo's eyes turned straight: "My lord may have misunderstood a little. I am a guest minister in the Palace of King Yan. I obey the law and do nothing wrong."
"Don't use King Yan to pressure me." Zu'an gave him a light look, his eyes were so sharp that his eyes stinged a little.
Mr. Huo's heart trembled, the person in front of him was really unfathomable: "I don't know what this lord wants to ask? Old... I must know everything and talk about it."
Zaan smiled: "I still like your unruly look just now."
Mr. Huo hurriedly apologized: "How dare I be rebellious in front of adults."
"How did the seventh gold medalist die?" Zaun suddenly asked.
Mr. Huo was startled for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and then he said, "I'm also curious. In fact, it's not just me, even the prince is also curious. He has been investigating how the gold medal number seven died."
Zaan's face darkened: "It seems that you won't cry when you see the coffin."
Mr. Huo hurriedly said, "My lord, I really didn't lie to you."
"If you don't say anything else, I will torture you." Zaun said coldly.
"What do you want me to say?" Mr. Huo was about to cry, but at the same time he looked around quietly, apparently feeling that there was no instrument of torture in this environment.
Zaun didn't talk nonsense, and directly cast a library of experience cards on him.
???????????????? The stabbing in the back is not necessarily a knife, the heart-piercing wailing is not necessarily pain, the shoulders are not necessarily responsible, and the mouth is not sucking. Must be a lesson! It is effective for males, let them take the perspective of females who have been bullied, yelling one library after another, no sex-experience is invalid...
The embroidered clothes envoy's torture was more professional, but it was too late to go back at this time, and Baobuqi had the eyeliner placed by King Yan on the other side.
As for this old man, he deserved what he deserved, he has that special habit, let him also taste the feeling of being bullied.
"Ah!" Mr. Huo screamed. In his mind, several burly men suddenly appeared, pressing his hands one by one, and then ripped off his pants...
"One library, one library!"
Not long after, Mr. Huo on the ground trembled all over, and uttered various words of unknown meaning from his mouth.
Zuan was taken aback, this guy is so careless? What happened so soon?
So he put away his skills and looked at the old man curled up on the ground: "Can we talk now?"
Mr. Huo tremblingly touched his buttocks, then hurriedly retracted his hands as if he had been burned, and his face was also flushed abnormally: "My lord, I really didn't lie to you."
Zaun sank: "It seems that you haven't had enough."
So a library of experience cards was activated again.
"No!"
There was another scream.
Zaan glanced at it, and his eyes were really hot, so he ran to the window to get some ventilation, and asked after a while: "Can we talk now?"
"I don't know what to say."
"A library of experience cards!"
...
After a while, Zaan asked again: "What about now?"
"Don't say it, don't say it!" Never expected Mr. Huo's attitude to become more and more tough, "Come again if you have the ability!"
Zaan's expression suddenly became extremely weird. Looking at the guy's gradually enjoying expression, is he trying to hold on, or is he looking for Japan?
Thinking of what he did to those little girls on weekdays, a trace of disgust flashed across Zaun's face.
Instead of releasing the library of experience cards, he raised his hand, and a small black hole faintly appeared in the palm of his hand: "Last chance, if you don't say it, I will suck all your strength and throw you into the street."
Feeling the suction force from his palm, Mr. Huo's face flashed a trace of horror: "I say, I say!"
In this world, nothing is more important than self-cultivation, self-cultivation has its own golden house, and self-cultivation has its own beauty...
Once he becomes a useless person, King Yan will definitely abandon him. Coupled with the enemies he has formed over the years, life would be worse than death.
More importantly, after a person has tasted the scenery on the top of the mountain, he is unwilling to stay at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing the other party staring at him coldly, Mr. Huo swallowed his saliva, and said quickly: "The seventh gold medalist is investigating the military supplies of King Yan's mansion, and King Yan can't wait to get rid of it."
"Military supplies for Prince Yan's Mansion?" Zu'an was shocked. No wonder the gold medal was so dignified at the beginning, and it was related to the feudal king. Report, "Be specific!"
Once he opened his mouth, Mr. Huo no longer had any previous scruples: "Over the years, King Yan has secretly raised some private soldiers and networked many masters. To do this, he needs to spend a lot of money, so he is secretly doing business with the Yaozu. , to smuggle the court’s military supplies and some controlled items to the Yaozu to make money and the precious ores and medicinal materials from the Yaozu. We must get rid of him."
Zuan suddenly realized that when he was in Yunzhong County, he found out that the Pegasus Chamber of Commerce had the shadow of King Yan.
Looking at all kinds of information now, at that time the related smuggling industry in Yunzhong County was all in the lineage of King Qi. It was ruined, no wonder he hated me so much.
As for the seventh gold medal, it must be creepy to find out these things. After all, the feudal lord has connections with foreign countries and keeps private soldiers. The catastrophe of ransacking the family and exterminating the clan.
It's a pity that I never expected that King Yan would strike first!
"How many private soldiers does King Yan raise?" Zu'an continued to ask.
Mr. Huo shook his head: "I don't know, these are top secrets, and I, as a guest, don't have much information."
"I really don't know or I don't know?" Zu'an brought the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art near his head.
Feeling that his cultivation base was about to break out, Mr. Huo was horrified: "I really don't know, but I know that King Yan has an account book, which has smuggling with the monster clan, and some related personnel registration records."
"Where are the ledgers?"
"There is a secret room behind King Yan's study. There are many traps inside, but it's impossible for outsiders to get it."
