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Waiting in the room until the sunset and the stars filled the sky, Ye Zhiqiu guessed that Xue Qinghe should have returned to the bedroom before slowly getting up.

Looking around by the window, Ye Zhiqiu frowned, the Star Dou Imperial City was more lively at night than during the day, the streets were full of people, if he just walked out like this, he would definitely be found.

It seems that we have to change the way of entering the city, Ye Zhiqiu thought about it and let out his consciousness.

Stuck in the blind spot of everyone's vision, in the streets and alleys where there is no one, keep using Flying Thunder to move.

Flying Thunder God's move seems to be silent, but in fact there will be a red light of the soul ring flashing, which is even more conspicuous at night.

If they meet some powerful soul masters, there is still a possibility of being discovered, but they can't see Ye Zhiqiu's face clearly.

In order to avoid trouble, Ye Zhiqiu cautiously explored the way with his spiritual sense, all the way into the imperial city, avoiding all kinds of blind spots, and moved towards Xue Qinghe's bedroom.

Ye Zhiqiu's speed was very fast, and it only took about five minutes to reach the entrance of Xueqinghe's bedroom from outside the city. With his spiritual sense to explore the way, the journey was safe and sound.

I have to say that spiritual consciousness is really a good thing.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu didn't have any intention of hiding it, he just pushed the door open and entered. He came to talk to Xue Qinghe.

In the room, a handsome young man with beige and short hair was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk and looking up something. When he saw Ye Zhiqiu swaggering in, instead of panicking, he put down the book in his hand with a smile, picked up the teapot, and gave it to him. Ye Zhiqiu poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Ye Zhiqiu who was sitting cross-legged across from him.

"The holy son of Wuhundian is really handsome, Tiandou Xueqinghe is polite." Having said that, Xue Qinghe didn't have the slightest intention to stand up and salute, but just nodded to Ye Zhiqiu with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his face sullenly, took a sip of tea from the bottom of the cup, and then said slowly and calmly: "The prince's expression is so calm, it seems that he has received the news in advance, although I don't know why the elder asked me to help You seek the throne, but this is my mission, do you need me to kill your father in advance tonight?"

After hearing Ye Zhiqiu's words, Xue Qinghe's face twitched slightly. This person is indeed similar to what his grandfather said, except for his good talent, his personality is just a cold facial paralysis. Now Xue Qinghe added another thought to him, he is not only a facial paralysis , or a brainless reckless man.

But this kind of brainless reckless man is good. The Elder Hall lacks this kind of talent. The current Elder Hall urgently needs some talented but easy-to-control juniors to replenish fresh blood.

After all, the geniuses of the younger generation of Wuhundian are basically in Bibi Dong's hands, and when this generation grows up, the elders' hall will undoubtedly be weak.

Just like Bibi Dong would consider Ye Zhiqiu, his apprentice, Qian Daoliu would also consider Qian Renxue, his granddaughter.

He arranged for Ye Zhiqiu to come over, no doubt to see if he had a chance to pry into Bibidong's corner.

After all, Ye Zhiqiu's strength and talent shown in Wuhun Palace are too strong, and his personality is cold. This kind of person is most suitable to be his granddaughter's right-hand man in the future.

They have a good plan, but will things really develop like this?

Xue Qinghe gave a dry laugh, and said in a low voice: "The Holy Son is joking, this plan still needs to be considered in the long run, and there is no rush."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, pushed the teacup in front of Xue Qinghe, and signaled him to pour tea.

Xue Qinghe glanced at the teapot in Ye Zhiqiu's hand speechlessly, do you even think of me as a servant?Been a Holy Son for a long time, have you lost your mind?

"Boom" "Crack!" Ye Zhiqiu tapped the tabletop with his finger on the table, and when he tapped for the second time, he seemed to have lost control of his strength, and immediately poked a small hole the thickness of a finger on the tabletop.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's cold face, Xue Qinghe was speechless, isn't your threat too obvious?Are you really my grandfather sent to help me?

Negative emotion value from Qian Renxue plus 566...

566...?Soul King?What a noob.

Ye Zhiqiu secretly laughed in his heart, originally he thought that Qian Renxue should be the Soul Emperor at this time.

Xue Qinghe suppressed the grievance in his heart, lifted the teapot with a dry smile and poured Ye Zhiqiu a cup of tea.

Ye Zhiqiu took a sip from his teacup, and said, "Okay, you arrange it, it's best to do it quickly, I'm very busy."

Chapter 132 Xue Qinghe's mentality collapsed 【Subscription】

You are very busy?Am I busy?

Xue Qinghe sighed in his heart, if Grandpa hadn't come to order him to win him over, he wouldn't be angry with this guy.

Xue Qinghe looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said with a dry smile: "Let's let go of the matter of Emperor Xue Ye first, it's not yet time. I have two other matters that I would like to ask Shengzi for help."

Hehe, it really came...

Knowing that it's not that simple, Ye Zhiqiu thought about it for a while, and decided to see what it was.

"I declare in advance that the Great Elder only asked me to help you ascend to the throne of God. It has nothing to do with it... It depends on my mood." Ye Zhiqiu said lightly.

"Naturally..." Xue Qinghe laughed, "I heard that although the Holy Son is only a soul sect, he has extraordinary combat power. Back then, he entered the Sunset Forest alone and succeeded in killing a 10-year-old soul beast. I wonder if it is true?"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and said, "Is this related to what you asked me to help?"

Xue Qinghe said: "Naturally, I must at least know the strength of the Holy Son."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed, and the deep black pupils turned into a rotating hexagonal windmill in an instant, and four purple, black, red and red soul rings slowly fell from the top of his head.

He didn't speak, but the soul ring could prove everything.

Xue Qinghe's face was a little dull, and the news he heard would never be as shocking as what he saw with his own eyes.

But he doesn't believe that Ye Zhiqiu killed the [-]-year-old soul beast himself.

Xue Qinghe is more willing to believe that this is the soul ring that Bibi Dong secretly helped Ye Zhiqiu kill, and then fabricated news to help him, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, gain momentum.

In fact, not only Xue Qinghe thinks so, many people think so, even those elders of the Elder Hall who don't know, think so too.

They simply didn't believe that a twelve-year-old boy could kill a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast by himself, so it was too far-fetched to tell.

They all just listened to this incident as a joke, at most it would shock Ye Zhiqiu that a child could withstand the pressure of a hundred thousand year soul ring.

And Bibi Dong herself didn't intend to explain this matter.

In fact, she was also confused.