Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Who sent it?"

Hua Yutang's eyes wavered, but he saw that there was no record on the letterhead, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"I didn't see it clearly, the man put down the letter and left, saying... that it was about the young lady."

"what?!"

Hua Yutang's expression changed, and he hurriedly opened the letterhead, only to see that there was only one sentence on it, "I will investigate the death of Ming Xi myself."

If it was just this sentence, Hua Yutang would be furious.

But under the paper, there was a strange mark printed on it, which immediately made the head of the flower family look slightly stern.

In the end, he put away the letterhead, and he didn't say more, looking a little respectful.

It is hard to imagine that, in the identity of Hua Yutang, it is a little surprising to show such an expression at this time.

At this time, in the depths of the extreme north, a magic radiance suddenly bloomed.

Thousands of miles of wind and clouds are broken in one breath, and the world is forever dark.

In an unknown space, I saw a tall and straight figure in white clothes standing on the top of an ancient mountain, watching the countless figures below.

His eyes were a shocking golden color.

And those who looked at him with the same eyes, couldn't help lowering their heads and bowed down.

"The power of gods and demons..."

The young man in white has deep eyes, looking at the sky in the distance. At this time, he is holding a sound transmission magic rune in his hand.

There was a complex look on his face, as if hesitating.

But in the end, he gently crushed the golden talisman, and calmly accepted the surrender of countless creatures under the mountain.

"Send someone to guard the entrance. If someone breaks in, report it immediately."

"Yes! Master."

Below the mountain, countless creatures rose into the sky and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm.

Only the man in white turned around and walked to the coffin behind him, took out a black mask, pondered for a moment, and slowly put it on his face.

"what!!!"

Depressed and painful screams resounded through the entire mountain in an instant.

I saw that above the mask, the magic light suddenly brightened, like a living thing, slowly melting on the young man's face.

Only those bright golden eyes reveal endless madness and stubbornness.

At this time, his breath was rapidly rising at a terrifying speed.

The entire mountain, the creatures knelt down, shivering.

In the extreme north, the sky is snowy.

I saw a black-clothed figure walking on the sky in the snowy curtain, heading towards the deepest part.

At this time, Ling Xiao also understood why the barbarians desperately wanted to be born.

The aura here is extremely thin.

Moreover, it was extremely cold, windy and deserted, and there was no trace of vitality at all.

Finally, a dark ancient city suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xiao's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Heavenly City.

This ancient city is a place of belief in the hearts of barbarians, enshrining images of barbarian gods.

And Luoluodar, in this city, got the inheritance of the barbarian god, and pulled out the tyrannical sword that symbolized the identity of the barbarian king.

Since the place where the devil is buried is deep in the extreme north, if you want to come, the barbarians must know many of its secrets.

Of course, Ling Xiao came here not only to find out information about this secret realm, but also to... verify some things.

"Buzz!"

In the emptiness of thousands of miles, Daohui blooms.

I saw Ling Xiao's figure falling from the sky, growing lotus step by step.

The entire Tiancheng fell into a dead silence, and then, bursts of shock burst into the sky,

"Look! It's the boy who defeated the barbarian king." "How dare he break into my barbarian holy land."

Countless figures stepped out, looking resentful.

When Ling Xiao defeated Luoluodar, it was equivalent to shattering the belief of the barbarians.

This kind of blow is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Ling Xiao?"

In the center of Tiancheng, in front of an ancient temple made of bluestones, Luoluodar raised his head and looked at the young man who was walking, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if she loses, it seems that Dao Xin has not been affected by half.

"How did you come?"

"There are some things I want to ask you."

Ling Xiao didn't even look at the resentful barbarians, and walked towards the temple with his feet raised.

And as he went deeper, Ling Xiao also discovered that this barbarian temple can almost be described as crude.

I saw that, except for a few tall stone pillars, there was no trace of carving decoration at all.

In the depths of the hall, a statue of a god standing up to 100 feet tall, holding a knife in both hands, touched the ground, showing majesty, rough and powerful.

Under its feet, countless incense oil lamps are lit, and the lights are bright.

There are also many green curtains of public tents with ancient patterns on them, which inexplicably have an ancient and sacred atmosphere.

"It stands to reason that outsiders are not allowed to set foot in this hall."

Luoluodar's breath is still a little sluggish.

Although Ling Xiao didn't use his full strength that day, the power of the fairy was not so easy to spend.

"It's just a hall, there's no place in this world that I can't set foot on."

Ling Xiao smiled, walked to the long table at the foot of the statue, sat down, picked up an animal skin wine bag on it and took a sip.

This barbarian wine is extremely spicy and has the purpose of resisting cold waves.

However, the spiritual power is so thin that it cannot be called delicious.

"Do you know what I like most about you?"

Luoluodar shook his head and smiled, waved his hand to send everyone outside the hall, sat in front of Ling Xiao, grabbed the wine bag in his hand, and raised his head to take a sip.

"Your favorite should be my body."

Ling Xiao shook his head, this Lorodar's temperament is extremely straightforward.

Talking to her, Ling Xiao didn't need to worry or guess at all.

What she said was what she said, but it was a rare frankness in this fairyland.

"Giggle giggle! Ling Xiao, you are so interesting, but I like your character. A real man never hides his desire."

Tears of Lolodal's laughter were about to fall.

On weekdays, the young man of the barbarian race saw her as if he had seen a god, and he didn't dare to have a trace of overstepping at all. It was extremely boring.

On the contrary, this seemingly thin young man has a more domineering and powerful personality than her, and it is hard not to love him.

"Ling Xiao, actually you...you can beat me with the first punch, right?"

Luoluodar's face suddenly became serious, and her eyes stared straight at Ling Xiao without concealing it.

"My strength is a bit special, so you don't need to think too much. Among the opponents I have met, you are ranked second."

The two of them drank a pot of spirits together, like old friends who had known each other for many years, without restraint.

"Second? Who is the first, Gu Chaoci?"

"Gu Chaoci? No, I won't do anything to my woman."

"Who is that?"

"It's a young man who calls himself a fairy. I haven't really played against him yet, but he's the only person who makes me feel a little bit of pressure."

Ling Xiao shook his head, suddenly put down the wine bag, and looked up at Lorodar, "Actually, it's not a bad idea that barbarians were born."

"Oh?"

The smile on Luoluodar's face grew stronger and even more playful, "Tell me about it."

"Submit to me, and I will take you out of the extreme north."