Princess, be nice

Chapter 1513 It's easy to drink

It's a pity that Zong Ying didn't realize that Xie Ci was using a discussing tone, instead it was all dangerous. If he didn't retreat, Xie Ci would really make him never return.

But for Zong Ying, immortality is what he pursues. If he can't get the relic, what's the use of living for only a few decades.

Zong Ying glanced at the hidden guards who were all down, and stood opposite Xie Ci at this moment, and under them were soldiers trembling together.

Both Changsun Jing and Yuan Changhuan were far away from them.

The muddy eyes moved, and Zong Ying suddenly said, "If Master Xie is willing to hand over Xuanling's relic, how about this old man not to care about the battlefield from now on?"

"At that time, relying on Master Xie's ability to conquer the world will be as easy as pie."

Hearing Zong Ying's words, Xie Ci suddenly laughed.

The laughter is as clear as the bright moon.

Very happy.

Zong Ying squinted his eyes, thinking that Xie Ci wanted to agree, so he took a step forward and continued to lobby, "Besides, this old man can also help Emperor Xie when he is in need."

"And what I want is the relics that Master Xie doesn't need. In this condition, Master Xie has advantages and no disadvantages."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xie Ci's already poetic and picturesque face, because of this laughter, seemed more flamboyant and reckless, which raised his Huarong by more than one or two points.

People don't even dare to stare at them.

"What is Master Xie laughing at?"

Finally realizing something was wrong, Zong Ying looked at Xie Ci vigilantly, "Could it be that Emperor Xie doesn't want to do this business without losing money?"

For a business that does not lose money, this old man really treats him as a fool.

Not to mention that he doesn't have Xuanling's relic now, even if he did, he wouldn't exchange it. Besides, he wants to own the world, so he is afraid that he, an old man, will stop him?

"It's just like you, but you still want to do business with this son." Xie Ci's tone was contemptuous, and his slightly raised voice was tinged with a bit of indifference.

Being ridiculed so suddenly, Zong Ying's face immediately darkened, "If you don't do it, you don't do it. Why bother to mock the old man?"

"You treat my son as a fool, and you don't allow me to mock you. What kind of reasoning is that?" Xie Ci crossed his arms, stood lazily in mid-air, and said leisurely. "Either die by yourself, or this son will send you to die. Choose one yourself."

"you you you!"

Zong Ying's pupils dilated, as if he didn't expect Xie Ci to be so rampant that he wanted to send him to death.

Seeing that Zongying was angry, Xie Ci's eyes flashed with interest, very good...

The angrier you are, the better.

And as his mood fluctuated, the gust of wind in Zongying's hand gradually weakened.

That's right, Xie Ci knew that Zong Ying was using mental power to control the storm, so he deliberately provoked him and gave his wife time so that she could quickly lead people and defeat them.

Changsun Jing dared to bring people to attack their Daqi, so he had to be prepared to be counterattacked.

And if you want to use Zong Ying to achieve the premeditated plan of victory, it also depends on whether he can accept his words of thanks!
Zong Ying was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and said angrily, "Thank you, don't toast and eat fine wine!"

"It's a coincidence that my son is used to drinking fine wine. Does Mr. Zong Ying want to invite this son to have a drink?"

"You...don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

After all, the gust of wind in Zong Ying's hand blew towards Xie Ci again, and went straight to Xie Ci. The gust of wind was originally just wind, but the closer it got to Xie Ci, the sharper the wind became, and finally it was like a sharp blade...

(End of this chapter)