After losing the horse, the full-level boss was forced to hang up on the hot search

Chapter 252
Li Ying spat out the snake letter: "Behind Bai Chuling, there is either a blood race or that dog Taoist priest."

Seeing Huo Zheng's dazed expression in a blink of an eye, he immediately retracted it, smiling charmingly and innocently.

Huo Zheng looked at Li Ying, but he didn't feel scared, but felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him when he was a child: "..."

Xi Hua was worried that he was getting old, and watching this fantasy scene would be too exciting, so he said gently: "Otherwise, why don't you go back to your room to rest first?"

Huo Zheng took a look at Yan Qingmu, shook his head immediately, and sat upright, with a confident look: "Look more, and you'll get used to it."

Yan Qingmu folded her long legs gracefully, and said coolly, "Be careful of getting a heart attack."

Huo Zheng turned his head away, and said angrily and disgustedly: "Just shut up."

Yan Qingmu's mouth curled into a slight smile, and he raised his eyebrows at him with a childish provocation.

Huo Zheng moved towards Xihua, and muttered with the corner of his mouth curled up, "I'm not wrong, I'm angry when I hear you talking."

Xi Hua looked at the two of them suspiciously: "..." Elementary school students bickering?Pattern still a little familiar?

Everyone: "..." These two, why do they look weird.

Huo Qingpei looked at the old and the young, somehow felt that they should change their age.

Yan Qingmu changed the subject and brought back the focus: "Yunguo is unfamiliar to the blood race, so how could they know about the entanglement between Xihua and the Bai family and make use of it? The sudden evolution of the blood race's ability, how much?" It has something to do with that Taoist dog."

Li Ying agreed: "The Taoist dog has been monitoring Xihua, and even us, so he knows that the blood clan wants to achieve peace. He helps the blood clan achieve his goal, and the people of the blood clan will definitely help him in the future. The dog Taoist has no relics. At present, the ability is extremely poor, and there is no chance to suck the blood of living people, so someone has to donate blood on his own initiative."

Chelsea and An Le did not sit together.

There is a coffee table in the middle.

An Le glanced at him, and said slowly: "The Bai family has completely collapsed, and the company has become someone else's. It is impossible to turn around again. If you can take revenge, you will definitely not miss this opportunity. For ambitious people, Half-side wind paralysis is a great torture, why don't you donate your own blood and give it a try."

Li Ying swayed and walked in the living room: "The answer has come out. Our biggest enemy is still the Taoist dog. If we get rid of him, there will be troubles in the future."

Xi Hua looked at the "2" above Yan Qingmu's head and the "3" above Zhao Yan's head that had not disappeared yet, and felt that what Li Ying said made sense, this dog Taoist was eyeing the people around her.

The youngsters held their chins: "..." Occasionally seeing this kind of fantasy reflected in reality is quite stimulating, but if you watch it every now and then, you will really get tired.

Seeing Xihua frowning, Yan Qingmu asked her in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

Xi Hua wondered if it was that dog Taoist priest who was eyeing Zhao Yan back then.

After all, there was not even a trace left at the beginning, and ordinary people can't do this.

But what could they want from Zhao Yan?
Can't kill him, just to stimulate her?
Then they seemed a little naive, and she didn't think it would be so simple.

Zhao Yan felt uncomfortable at her glance: "Sister, there is nothing wrong with me, right?"

Xi Hua was silent for a moment, neither answered nor denied.

Zhao Yan's scalp was about to explode: "...!!!" No, isn't it?

The crowd looked at him with deep sympathy.

Xihua panicked in her heart.

Those bastards of the Bai family all died in the hands of the blood race, and none of their merits were recorded!

Why not kill them with your own hands!
Does she have to send someone into prison to protect Ouyang Rui's group of psychopaths?At least protect them until the day they are sentenced?
What is this called!

Checked the life balance, the good guy is about to fall below 120 again.

After working for a long time, I got nothing.

He stood up angrily and walked out.

Yan Qingmu followed.

Xihua pulled her face: "Don't follow me."

Yan Qingmu "oh" for a moment, then sat back.

Everyone: "..." The anger is inexplicable, and the one who was murdered can still smile. Isn't this sick?
Huo Zheng looked worriedly at the photographer outside the window: "What's wrong with her?"

A cold light flashed in the depths of Yan Mu's pale pupils.

The system that pretended to be dead was found out, and he was speechless to the host who took over other people's missions and used his power to bully it: [This one doesn't need to submit an application, kill those blood clans, and the merits of those in the Bai family will naturally be credited to the host. 】

Yan Qingmu put away the cold light in his eyes: "Maybe, I was demoralized by the dog."

The evening of the fifth day of the new year.

The wind picked up.

At first, the sky was still covered with thin rays of light, but in an instant, it was covered by dark clouds and turned blue-gray. The wind, which was about to rain, wrapped the fallen leaves and swirled on the ground, and the cold wind blew the branches and shadows swaying. , In the not-so-bright morning, there is an uneasy light and shadow.

Elderly people play mahjong in the side hall.

In the main hall on the second floor, young people listen to the stories of the past told by people who have come through time.

Xihua put his hands on Rong Anle's shoulders, lowered his head and said lightly: "Take yourself as a bystander to listen to this story, you are Rong Anle, an independent and brand new person."

For a person who has only sporadic memories of his previous life, listening to it as a story will not be affected by the emotions in the story, and thus affect his current emotions.

An Le didn't know if he could do it, but he nodded and said, "Okay."

The story begins with Li Ying's introduction: "The former name of Chelsea was Chelsea Hohensoro."

Qing Pei, who was well versed in Western history, said in amazement, "The last emperor of any country?"

Charles Hohensolo succeeded to the throne at 17 years old. At that time, the country was facing this diplomatic dilemma. The young king pushed forward reforms despite all difficulties, strengthened the country's strength, and led the army to conquer the neighbors of hell. The invasion of China ensured the control of the coast, and repeatedly defeated the encroachment of the Church Alliance Army on any country.

But at the age of 32, he was forced into the palace by a trusted minister, and the monarchy of any country was overthrown.

Lan Ting asked strangely: "You were so prestigious in the country at that time, how could...they find out that you are a blood clan?"

Chelsea's skin is very fair, except for the faint red on his lips, this man is almost transparent white.

Even after leaving the royal family and his original living environment, he still maintained the elegance and gentlemanliness of a member of the royal family.

nodded.

The emperor of any country will fall because the main branch of the royal family is all blood.

They have the extraordinary ability to govern the country, but it is their instinct to suck blood. Although they have been trying to restrain themselves for hundreds of years, some members will always kill humans because they cannot restrain themselves.

Binka, the most trusted minister of Charles Hohensoro and also the most ambitious minister in any country, discovered their secret and used it to calculate.

(End of this chapter)