Faced with the fate of death, the national teacher's fierce eyes burst into strong unwillingness and despair.

But his expression was strangely calm. He looked at Wu Ying, who was getting farther away from him above the stone wall, and his eyes were focused on eternity, as if he wanted to engrave the face of the man firmly in his heart.

Even if his soul is gone and his body is destroyed, he must remember the young man who killed him.

Seeing that it turned into black ashes little by little, and even the ashes were swallowed up by the flames, without any residue left, Wu Ying then withdrew his gaze.

Ling Tiansu never expected that today's party would have such a huge gain.

I thought of stealing the fire and leaving. The national master died, but I didn't think so greedily.

Although Wu Ying made most of the contributions to this battle, he was really surprised when the two of them collaborated to perform a sword in the end.

Ling Tiansu smiled and came to Wu Ying's side.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed slightly, and he was attracted by his palms.

That palm was the right hand that Wu Ying had just grabbed the shoulders of the master.

At this moment, the pale palm that looked thin and weak was covered with hideous traces of being bitten by evil beasts and being cut by sharp knife.

The flesh and blood were rolling around, and even the bones in the palm could be vaguely seen.

Blood dripped down his fingertips, looking a little miserable and veiling.

Wu Ying seemed to feel Ling Tiansu's gaze, and calmly put his palm in his sleeves.

He said lightly: "The national guru has been killed, the fire has been obtained, the matter has been completed successfully, it is time to leave and recuperate well, and you still owe me a fire."

Of course, I need to recover from my injuries. Putting aside Wu Ying's serious injuries, big and small, the injuries in Ling Tiansu's body are also quite serious.

At this moment, his skin was red all over his body. Even though so long had passed, his skin color had not faded.

Even as time goes by, it becomes more and more serious, with many blood beads oozing out of his skin in layers.

While he was walking, his clothes were soaked with blood.

This was caused by the burning breath from the palms of ghosts and gods and the scarlet attack in the broken head.

At that time, at a critical moment, he had no time to recuperate his injuries, and was thrown directly by the ghosts and gods onto the highest sky, causing him to be burned by the blazing high temperature above the clouds.

Ling Tiansu wiped a handful of blood from his face, and his white face was a bit miserable and evil against the backdrop of the blood.

He glanced at Wu Ying and said, "Maybe this is a narcissistic idea for me, but I still want to talk too much."

Wu Ying jumped off the inner wall of the high stone platform and walked towards the outer periphery of Xiaoyang Kingdom.

He replied lightly: "What?"

Ling Tiansu followed his pace and continued, "You said just now that you wanted to throw the national master yourself. At first I thought it was you who wanted to avenge your revenge for insulting you that day.

But if you think about it carefully, you are not such a boring person. When I saw the scars on your palm, I wanted to ask... Is this out of your kindness?"

Wu Ying frowned, and the palms in the sleeves moved slightly. He looked cold and said, "It's just an old dog who was dying. It's worth your thoughts. It's really boring enough."

Ling Tiansu didn't want to say anything more about Wu Ying's awkward temperament.

He took out a bottle of Wusan paste and a bottle of Qingxin Dan from the space ring, stepped forward and caught up with Wu Ying, and stuffed it into the collar of his clothes without saying a word.

He smiled at Wu Ying and said, "Although I really don't like you, a stinky little guy, I still understand the principle of repaying my favor, not to mention that you have really helped me today."

Wu Ying did not reject Ling Tiansu's things and allowed him to stuff the two bottles into his arms.

He kept pace, was silent for a moment, and then said coldly: "We..."

"I know."

Ling Tiansu interrupted his next words calmly in a tone.

"We cannot be friends. The national master is dead. I will take me to refine the fire. After giving you the fire that promised you, we will return to the bridge and the road."

"Very good." Wu Ying seemed very satisfied with his answer.

In the Yong'an Imperial City, the head of the Zhao family was cut off. Logically speaking, it should have made great moves and caused a bloody storm.

But what surprised many families was that after the Zhao family held a simple funeral, they fell into a strange calm.

Zhao Xibi, the eldest son of the Zhao family, took over the support of Zhao Xuanji, the eldest son of the Zhao family.

He became the youngest and weakest head of the nine major families.

In the fully enclosed conference hall, Zhao Xibi played with the Qingming sword in his hand expressionlessly. He listened to Zhao Xuanji's gentle voice and kept explaining some related matters.

He was naturally omnipotent to his only pillar now and nodded repeatedly to respond.

Knowing that Zhao Xuanji was talking about a certain point, he suddenly raised his head, with a hint of rebellious displeasure on his face.

He frowned and said, "I want me to marry this woman, a servant from another surname, who is also qualified?"

The "this woman" he said was standing calmly behind his father-in-law Zhao Xuanji, looking very surrendered.

She did not express any unnecessary expression because of the uncovered contemptuous words in Zhao Xibi's tone, like a doll who only knows how to obey.

What's even more eye-catching is that there was a thin sword wound between the woman's arm.

The sword wound was extremely long, almost from her wrist to her shoulder, and blood could not stop overflowing.

Speaking of the appearance, this woman has a very good appearance and is of a middle-class grade.

However, the absolute obedience towards the Zhao family in his eyes made Zhao Xibi very interested and could not feel like it.

Compared to the woman's lack of expression, a strong anger appeared on Zhao Xuanji's face.

"The 'this woman' you mentioned does not need to rely on the power of the 'seed' given by the adults to break through the 'pove realm of peace. This year, she is only twenty years old, and she is already at the peak of peace realm.

But you are already twenty-four, and you are still able to advance to the early stage of An Po by relying on the power of external objects. Do you think she is not worthy of you? A servant from the outside?

Don’t forget that from the day I brought her back to Zhao’s family, I gave her the surname Yu, where did you come from to make you feel embarrassed to say this!”

Zhao Xibi's expression stagnated, and the eyes of the woman were filled with deep disgust and jealousy.

But if there are words that dare not disobey the elders too unruly, they can only say with a hint of frustration: "No matter how strong the strength is, they have to rely on our Zhao family to grow up. Everything about her comes from our Zhao family. It is hard to be the daughter of a beggar. It is difficult for her to be the wife of the Zhao family! She also wants to be the head of the Zhao family. Grandpa, aren't you confused?"

Zhao Xuanji sneered repeatedly: "Don't be confused? If she hadn't helped her, how many days would you think your head, the head of the Zhao family, could be on your neck?"

Zhao Xibi's face turned dark, "Grandpa, what do you mean? Grandpa, grandson isn't so useless!"

"Hmph! After the incident of the National Master, our Zhao family's status in His Majesty's mind has been seriously unbalanced. If Shuang'er's identity as a queen was still there, some of our Zhao family's descendants were also royal children. How long do you think this quota, one of the nine major families, can stay on our Zhao family?

Since we have chosen the north, the head of the family naturally has to have a certain strength to trade with the evil tiger in the north. If you are so weak, it is really difficult to reach the elegance!"

Zhao Xuanji's eyes were even more angry and said in anger: "If it weren't for the critical period, would you think I would be willing to marry Zhao He to you?"

If Gouyu hadn't gone, I arranged her into the Hidden World Palace, and the future would be limitless in the future, so why should I waste it on you, a waste!"

"I'm not a waste!"

Zhao Xibi roared in a deep voice, his eyes were full of fierce light, which made his father-in-law Zhao Xuanji stunned.

If it were in the past, his grandson would never dare to use this attitude to talk to him.

Since he accepted the power of the seed and broke through the state of peace and soul, his temperament has become more and more irritable and uncontrollable.

Zhao Xuanji didn't know if this was a good phenomenon.

Zhao Xibi's chest was slightly ups and downs because of his anger.

He glanced at Zhao He over there and sneered, "Although his grandson is only the nominal head of the family, he is still the head of the family after all. His wife has the right to decide on her own, right?

But since this is your order from Grandpa, grandson should not dare to refuse to obey. If grandpa insists on pushing this woman to grandson, grandson will not be unable to accept it, but... she can only be a concubine."

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