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Chapter 2253 Jealousy, Uncle (Subscription Request)

Beitang Shu was angry because of this. He had a noble status, extraordinary bloodline, and was a descendant of a royal family. He should have been the best figure in the world, the object of worship and yearning of countless people. Even if a strong person wanted to serve him, he should have served him.

However, the appearance of Meng Zhao directly plunged him into the abyss. No matter how hard he tried or what he did, except for his status as a prince, he could not compare to Meng Zhao.

  If you think about it carefully, no matter how powerful the Meng family is, it is not as powerful as the Beitang royal family. Those powerful men and warriors in the martial arts world abandoned Beitang Shu and joined Meng Zhao. What else does this mean except that Beitang Shu is not as good as Meng Zhao?

Therefore, he hated Meng Zhao, deeply hated him, and jealousy, resentment, unwillingness, and even a kind of hypocritical awkwardness accounted for a large part of it.

Being in a bad mood, Beitang Shu indulged himself in alcohol and sex. He could not be happy without wine and women every day, and seemed to be stupid.

Fortunately, he was only a prince after all, not an emperor. Although he indulged in wine and women, there were many talented people in Prince Fu's Mansion. Even if he became a hands-off boss, everything was still running smoothly without any stiffness.

When the Lord of the Demon Palace arrived at the Zhaixing Tower and saw Beitang Shu, the Prince of Fu was alone, holding a wine jug, with his chest exposed, and drunkenly leaning against a coiled dragon pillar, overlooking the area below with a heavy heart.

"Xiao Jiu, I didn't expect that you, who were once so high-spirited, would become like this now. I am so disappointed!"

When the Lord of the Demon Palace spoke, Beitang Shu was so frightened that he immediately lost most of his drunkenness. He looked around with his eyes wide open, but could see nothing.

"Who, who is it, you dare to break into Prince Fu's Mansion, are you trying to kill yourself? Get out now!"

Beitang Shu not only spoke harshly, but also used his magical powers. His whole body was surrounded by a purple aura with three dragons circling inside. Although they were only flood dragons, they still had a breathtaking power flowing through them.

"Hey, Purple Qi Tianluo, combined with the Divine Dragon Technique, the idea is not bad. You want to follow the path of the Emperor Dragon. Unfortunately, can you compare with Meng Zhao?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace slowly revealed his figure. When Beitang Shu saw him, he was shocked to the point that his whole body was numb and he almost fell into despair.

He recognized the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace. After all, this man had once been Beitang Sheng's closest partner and even comrade-in-arms. The Buyi League and the Black Guard were all founded and strengthened by him. He was the second most important figure in the dynasty after Beitang Sheng.

Unfortunately, that was in the past. Ever since the news came from Yujing City, he knew that this powerful figure was actually the legendary Lord of the Demon Palace. He never expected that the other party had a falling out with his father and the two of them parted ways completely.

  The Lord of the Demon Palace is an unrivaled martial artist. Although it is rumored that he and Meng Zhao have both suffered heavy losses, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Beitang Shu still does not think that if the other party wants to kill him, he has the slightest ability to fight back!

"You, Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, what are you going to do?"

Beitang Shu forced himself to calm down and dispersed the true energy in his body. For the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, one move was enough to kill him. The so-called self-defense method seemed particularly ridiculous and insignificant in front of such a person.

Since it was useless, Beitang Shu was not willing to show his weakness. He plucked up his courage, dispersed his true energy, and asked the question with the power of his dantian, appearing to be very confident.

The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace slowly sat down on a couch in the pavilion and shook his head.

"How rude! After all, I watched you grow up and taught you martial arts, but you are not even willing to call me uncle."

Beitang Shu finally felt more confident when he saw that the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace did not take action immediately. He also relieved his biggest psychological burden and said,

  "Uncle, I wonder why you came to look for me today?

Please don't involve me in the matter between you and the emperor."

As the saying goes, when gods fight, the people suffer. Beitang Shu had this feeling.

Whether it was his father or the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, they were both top figures in the world. The falling out between the two of them actually had little impact on each other, but it was a disaster for the people below. For example, now, if the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace was angry with him, there would be no chance of survival. Even with the life-saving trump cards of the Beitang royal family or even Beitang Sheng, they might not be able to withstand the attack of the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

He was also unwilling to explore who was right or wrong between Beitang Sheng and the Lord of the Demon Palace, or what their positions were. He just wanted to guard his own piece of land, nothing more.

  The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace laughed and shook his head.

"You are still a shrewd kid. Back in Yujing City, I saw that you were a selfish person without a king or father. Now it seems that I was right.

But that's why I came to find you, not to kill you, do you understand me?"

Beitang Shu's face turned red, but he nodded wisely.

He was an extreme egoist, not a wise king who was truly loyal to his king and father, and he knew it very well.

Therefore, the Lord of the Demon Palace came to him today because he wanted him to do something, not to kill him.

"I understand. If you have anything for me to do, just tell me. I will do my best."

In fact, Beitang Shu also felt a little guilty. If Beitang Sheng knew that he was secretly connected with the Lord of the Demon Palace, or even worked for the Lord of the Demon Palace, it would not be impossible to depose him from the throne, take him back to the clan house, abolish his martial arts, and imprison him for life, which would be a standard ending in life.

But there is no choice, if I die now, I may still have a chance of survival in the future. Of course, I should choose to die later, because maybe there will be a chance of survival.

  The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace hummed, but with some disdain.

"Your martial arts skills are mediocre, and your forces are controlled by the Meng and Lei families. What can I ask you to do?

On the contrary, I came to you today to give you some convenience and benefits so that you can play a greater role. At least you can contain the Meng family and prevent them from being defeated by Meng Zhao in a few moves."

  Beitang Shu's face changed and he said in a very unpleasant tone,

"Meng Zhao, uncle, I heard a piece of news. According to the rumor, this person fought with you to the death and both of you were injured. I don't know whether it is true or false. Is this person really that powerful?"

In fact, he heard that the Lord of the Demon Palace looked down on him, but wanted to use him to restrain and deal with Meng Zhao, so he felt indignant and his anger was aroused. Otherwise, even if he had three more courage, he would not dare to speak to the Lord of the Demon Palace like this.

  Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao, it’s Meng Zhao again. Why can’t I get rid of this person anywhere?

Beitang Shu could be said to be both envious and jealous.

He really hoped that he could become someone like Meng Zhao, shining brightly and being regarded as an opponent by big figures like the Lord of the Demon Palace.

However, hope and imagination alone are far from enough.

However, nothing in the world is absolute. Beitang Shu keenly realized that perhaps the Lord of the Demon Palace might be an opportunity.

Of course, he also knew that even the Lord of the Demon Palace himself might not be able to defeat Meng Zhao, so even if he had a chance, it would be very slim.

But, even if I only borrow the power of the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace to improve myself, that would be great.

What if there is another adventure in the future and someone places a bet to help him?

If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?