Fighter of the Destiny

Mrs. Mu's eyes became extremely dark, as if in the deepest seabed, a whale as huge as a mountain was swimming slowly, about to flap its wings and tail, causing a shocking roar.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them the next moment, she could no longer see any anger, just absolute and heart-stopping calm.

It is still the deepest seabed. There are no angry waves, but there is pressure that is unbearable for mortals.

"When I opened my eyes and saw the little white dot in the stormy waves, I thought it was a seagull, representing the freedom of my life."

She was silent for a while and continued: "Many years later, I still thought so until I was expelled from Daxizhou by the emperor's uncle, so I didn't feel lost. Instead, I thought it was getting what I wanted. However, it was there that One day, I realized that the little white dot I saw was not a seagull, but a sail."

"Zhou Du|husband came alone in a boat through the waves and came back bored. It wasn't until I knew the truth of this story that I realized that my life had never been free. That white sail represented communication, which meant that we I must return to my former hometown, this is the meaning of my life."

The little black dragon didn't understand the meaning of Mrs. Mu's words.

Mrs. Mu had no intention of continuing to explain and left directly from the cliff.

Countless years ago, she was expelled from Daxi Continent by the emperor's uncle looking for excuses. She began to travel on the mainland, met many great people, and eventually became the queen of the demon clan.

With her ice-like intelligence and skills, she gained the trust and love of the White Emperor, and the trust and friendship of the Holy Queen Tianhai. However, what she didn't expect was that the White Emperor and the Demon Lord had a great battle in the snowy field in the north of Hanshan Mountain, and both sides were injured. , Shang Xingzhou, who had been hidden for many years, suddenly gained momentum.

Her judgment of the situation was still accurate, and she stood by Shang Xingzhou without hesitation and obtained the other party's commitment.

Seeing that the situation was gradually coming under control, and the big event that she had been planning for many years was about to succeed, the emperor's uncle whom she had trusted and even admired since childhood suddenly died.

What happened on the cliff of Saint Maiden Peak has gradually reached her ears.

Daxizhou's plan has been exposed, and many people have turned their attention to Baidi City and her. Different Red and Infinite Bi have even arrived.

Logically speaking, she should be very nervous at this time, or at least a little uneasy, but no, she was still as calm, calm and confident as in previous years.

The white sails fluttered in the wind and looked very eye-catching in the red and turbid river water.

The big boat broke through the waves and reached the other side.

She walked up the stone steps towards the palace at the top.

Thousands of monster soldiers on both sides of the stone steps saluted.

In the streets not far away, countless demon clan people knelt on the ground, shouting various congratulations and greetings.

Arriving in front of the palace, she gently stroked her belly with her hands in her sleeves.

Then she turned around and looked down at the white majestic city, with a confident smile on her indifferent face.

This is her city.

Even if the other couple, Chen Changsheng, the giants of the state religion, and Wang Po came together, they would still be in a dead end.

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The Demonic Law is very simple, only seventeen pages.

It is written very clearly on the first page: Baidi City belongs to Baidi.

There is a nice addition on the second page: Baidi City also belongs to every demon people living in it.

In fact, the sentence on the first page has been implemented thoroughly for countless years, while the sentence on the second page still only remains on paper.

For the people of the Monster Clan, the glory of the Monster Clan will make them proud to live in Baidi City, but becoming the real master of Baidi City? That can only be imagined, not even thought about, unless they have drunk a lot of wine and are extremely drunk.

Perhaps due to this reason, but more due to personality reasons, most demon clans like drinking very much, especially spirits.

The outer city along the river of Baidi City is dotted with various taverns. These taverns sell cheap but strong drinks, and bad-tasting but relatively expensive food. People from the lower classes and those who come to sell goods Tribal youths are grabbing a lot of money.

A place like this is surrounded by the smell of animal skins, foot odor, and drunken vomit every day. It is naturally extremely unpleasant. If it were not very close to the river, the Department of Health would send people to use red river water for rough cleaning every day. I'm afraid even the hunters of the Gaoling tribe wouldn't be able to bear the flushing.

A very ordinary tavern by the river is as noisy as any other tavern, and the wall near the back door is as deserted as any other, with a mountain of dishes and wine glasses piled up. The only difference is that the person squatting in front of the basin to wash the dishes The figure was extremely burly and looked like a real mountain.

The mountain-like man lowered his head and washed the dishes in silence, as if the noisy world behind him had nothing to do with him.

The back door of the tavern was pushed open with a creak, and two drunken drinkers staggered out. It seemed they didn't see the man washing the dishes, so they unbuckled their pants and started peeing. The man quickly carried the basin. A little further away, and a reminder sounded at the same time.

Only then did the two drinkers notice the presence of the dishwashing man. One of them cursed: "You don't have eyes! Hurry up and stay away!"

His companion, who drank a little less, patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the man washing dishes, and whispered something. The cursing drinker sobered up a little, then burst into exaggerated laughter and said, "Oh, is this the legendary bear cub?"

The companion smiled and motioned for him to finish his work quickly and go back to drink. The drinker laughed and cursed a few more times before leaving.

The man picked up a large water tank, washed the floor along the wall, shook his head, and continued to wash dishes in silence.

It was obvious that he was very good at washing dishes. The mountains of dishes in the basin were flying and tumbling between his seemingly clumsy hands, and they were quickly cleaned. He returned to the back kitchen of the tavern with the washed bowls in hand and was about to wash the stove when he was stopped by the boss, saying that business was very good today and the front was too busy, and asked him to help serve the wine.

When he came to the front hall of the tavern, the noisy noise suddenly stopped, and countless eyes were cast over him.

The lights in the tavern were a little dim, but I could see his face clearly. Although the burly man had a beard, his eyes were clean and translucent, and he was obviously still very young. Considering the rumors of the Bear clan being rough and old-fashioned, this man should still be a young man. .

The reason why the noise in the tavern suddenly disappeared was because of the arm strength shown by this bear tribe youth.

A total of twelve bottles of strong liquor hung on his left arm like heavy fruit, without any trembling and looking very stable.

"As expected of the famous young hunter of the Bear Clan back then, he is really strong."

"Is he that Xuanyuan Po?"

Yes, he is Xuanyuan Po.

The bear tribe young man washing dishes in the riverside tavern is Xuanyuan Po.

Five years have passed, and he seems to be still doing the same thing.

To the entire continent, the name Xuanyuan Po has long been forgotten, but to the drinkers who frequent this tavern and the surrounding neighbors, this name is very famous because he once visited Kyoto. , for the demon tribe, the human world is extremely far away, and anyone who has been there has the qualifications worth boasting about.

The drunk who went to the back street to urinate said with a strange smile: "Isn't this just a piece of trash?"

Following these words, many eyes fell on Xuanyuan Po's right arm.

Xuanyuan Po's left arm was as strong as a giant tree, while his right arm shrank for some unknown reason and looked like a dead branch.

The contrast between the two arms is very clear, making this scene even more miserable.