Zi Xiao was drunk.

He was drunk and his pores were so drunk that his whole body was open. Widths of the rich aroma of the apricot blossoms kept spraying out from his pores. People with smaller alcoholism would be drunk by the smell of alcohol when they stood beside him.

Chu Tian frowned and stood on the edge of the terrace. Looking at the sparkling lake under the moonlight, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Tian Clan, Purple Valve.

How noble and so noble.

Compared to the Purple Valve, the powerful Jin family is just a thug and servant under the Purple Valve!

Zi Xiaosheng was around him, who was responsible for serving him tea and water, cleaning the courtyard, picking fresh flowers, and decorating various palaces and pavilions, among the servant maids, there were tens of thousands of maids, who were from the Jin family’s direct clan!

Many of the maids have a much higher identity in the Jin clan than the dead ghost of Jin Xiao!

Such a purple valve, in Zi Xiaosheng's narration, the purple valve is like an ancient coffin buried in the deep mountains and forests. It is extremely dark and stuffy, and the gloomy exudes a rotten atmosphere that makes people feel uncomfortable.

Strict, extremely strict; conservative, extremely conservative; rigid, extremely rigid...

The purple vane gives people the feeling that it is an ancient zombie buried in a coffin for countless years. Everything is straightforward and everything follows the rules. Everyone follows the preset procedures, year after year, day after day, time after time.

Every day, every hour, every quarter of an hour, every second, where everyone will appear, what they do, what they say, and what expressions they should have, are all pre-set and there will never be any mistakes.

"Pity!" Chu Tian turned around, looked at Zi Xiaosheng who was drunk and sleepy, and sighed heavily.

He recalled the strange aura that was cold and strict in his body when he first met Zi Xiaosheng in Yazhou. After comparison, Zi Xiaosheng had a weird and lively and cheerful manner, and they were two completely opposite people!

You make a person who is passionate, likes to be lively, likes to be chaotic, and likes to play and play, live in such a rigid and rigid environment. Zi Xiaosheng is just a sign of a dual personality, and there is no real schizophrenia. This is enough to prove how tough the boy has and what a powerful soul!

No wonder he was so fascinated by listening to Chu Tian’s stories.

No wonder he could applaud and cheer when he listened to the little songs in the restaurant, and he would not treat money as money and give it random rewards.

In his life, there is really a lack of bright colors!

"Purple Valve! Heavenly Clan! There are also spiritual cultivation!" Chu Tian looked to the east, which was the location of the spiritual realm in the core area of ​​the Fallen Star Ocean.

The Sword Sect boy named Luo in the daytime, and the Snow Dragon clan to which the Snow Dragon True Lord belongs, their foundation is in the spiritual realm.

According to Zi Xiaosheng's account, the powerful people who opened up the spiritual realm have the unpredictable power of gods and ghosts. They are terrifying existences who have lived from the ancient times to the present. It is precisely because of the existence of these powerful people, the spiritual cultivation lineage, that they can compete with the heavenly clan and preserve such a large piece of land on the Fallen Star Ocean.

Those ethnic groups that lack the power to take charge!

For example, Chu Tian is already very familiar with the Six Paths of Demon-Emptying Enchantment. Those spiritual, divine, ghost, and demonic tribes have long been suppressed by the Heavenly Clan and can only rely on some natural dangers to survive!

Just like the evil ghosts, they curled up in the dark area and struggled to survive, facing the crazy attack of the huge slave legion of the Heavenly Clan.

Every year, countless ghost tribes are captured by the heavenly tribes, refining ghost bodies, destroying their spiritual wisdom, and retaining only a strand of core spirit, refining them into various powerful heavenly weapons to act as weapon spirits!

For the ghost ghosts, this is a tragic fate that is ten thousand times more terrifying than death!

The ghost ghosts had once fought back crazily, but they lacked powerful masters who were enough to fight against the Heavenly Clan. Every counterattack of their lives was nothing more than increasing the benefits of the Heavenly Clan that year!

The dark area is a huge circle of animals, and the ghosts are animals raised in captivity. The Heavenly Clan is very patient and harvests their lives step by step, and uses their lives to continuously consolidate the foundation and strength of the Heavenly Clan.

The way of gods and demons are like this. They are all suppressed by the heavenly clan and they are just barely surviving.

As for the spiritual path, it is even more miserable because their superhuman talent for forging, whether it is alchemy, weapon refining or anything else, the spiritual path has extremely exquisite standards. The ghost path, divine path, and demon path can still curl up in a certain natural danger and persevere, but the spiritual path has almost been exterminated. All the tribesmen are detained in the craftsman city of the Heavenly Clan, forging various treasures for the Heavenly Clan and refining various spiritual pills for the Heavenly Clan day and night.

The entire Tian Clan is a giant machine with exquisite structure.

The lifeless and strict purple valve is the brain of this giant machine. Under the domineering, precise, strict and harsh control of the purple valve, this giant machine greedily swallows all the resources of the entire world, constantly strengthening itself, and constantly expanding its scale.

However, before Zi Xiaosheng could explain a lot about the Tian Clan, he fell asleep after drinking.

Chu Tian was very curious about the origin of the Heavenly Clan, the internal structure of the Heavenly Clan, and the many things about the Heavenly Clan, and Zi Xiaosheng didn't have time to say it. He was really drunk and drunk too much.

The night breeze blew, blew Zi Xiaosheng's wide sleeves. He was still smirking in his sleep, and a wisp of crystal saliva from the corner of his mouth slowly slid down. Suddenly he murmured: "Brother Chu... drink! Haha, I'm really amazing!"

This kid actually started talking in his sleep!

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng with a smile and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Zi Xiaosheng murmured: "Fate... the life-saving jade talisman I gave you... the power of fate... the day when you triggered the jade talisman... the six demon-sealing barriers where you are... 90% of your luck is poured into your body... Hey... you are the small world... the best person..."

"Sure enough... you left that small world... come... here..."

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng in a terrifying manner.

He remembered the purple jade talisman that Zi Xiaosheng gave him when he parted with him last time.

It was also that jade talisman that was suddenly stimulated when he was surrounded by many masters of the ghost realm, throwing him and others to the island on the edge of Guixu. This led to a series of things that followed, including his acquisition of Ziyin inheritance and his acquisition of the infinite divine beads. They alarmed the Jin family's children who were patrolling the Six Paths of Demon-Emptying Enchanting Enchanting Enchanting Enchanting Enchanting, and everyone in the world was drawn out!

"Ha, the power of fate!" Chu Tian shivered. Can anyone really control his destiny?
Chapter completed!