Second half of the night.

The candlelight in the room was still lit, and Fulong was not asleep.

Somehow, he felt very uneasy tonight and had a premonition of crisis in his mind.

At the desk, he wrote a series of lists and secret codes.

Looking closely, there was already a pile of paper with thick fingers and full of handwriting next to it.

Being able to remember so much information in your mind exactly, this alone is worthy of the title of Fulong's alternate holy son.

This is an intelligence network he has worked hard to develop over the past six months. It was originally a powerful tool after his comeback.

But in order to compromise with Jiang Pingxu, he had to show off some trump cards.

Thinking of Jiang Ping, Fulong suddenly stopped writing.

He sat on the chair, rubbing his big belly with his palms.

I originally thought that this was a slutty young man who ran away from the Qiao family. Even though he knew that he was the saint of the Demon Sect, even if he was the candidate, even if he was the former candidate, he was not comparable to that of a cat or a dog.

He actually wanted to regain his life, not afraid of stabbing his hand and losing his life.

However, the old Qiu next to him is really a bit too strong. He is only at the level of a master of the seven veins, and he has already mastered the prototype of the sword intent, and the master is expected to be.

Such a master is an elder even in the sect. He has a high position and a powerful position, and even when he is in full swing, he is slightly inferior.

So he chose to hold his troops and wait until he recovered and then look at the situation.

He also found that no matter how good the young man bragged, he was really capable. Since he followed him, he has been chasing behind his butt, and the killers who were like flies disappeared in a flash.

So he made up his mind to use this young master Jiang as a cover to lie dormant, temper his minions, and wait until Qiye is no longer interested in him, he will come out and play in another place.

As for what to defeat Qiye, to avenge the previous shame, and to retake the throne of the Holy Son, Fulong said that it would be better to take a shower and go to bed, there is everything in his dream.

He watched Qiye grow from a master of the second meridian who can pinch anyone twice, and quickly grow to the terrifying demon king now.

Although Qiye showed only the four-line master when he cut him down, he was only two levels lower than him, but whoever believes in him is stupid.

Not to mention anything else, Qi Ye's terrifying recovery from unknown sources was like a joke. He was so fucked that he became stronger and stronger when he wanted to put it on the gambling table, he would jump on the table and scold this bastard for being cheated.

Unfortunately, they are so strong.

There were two other candidates who were just like him before. Xiao Qiye, who had joined this wild way, had a playful attitude.

Only he, who was always arrogant, suddenly chose to be cautious and prepared to wait for an opportunity in secret.

Because he had a sudden idea and wanted to get a big advantage and let them fight to the death, he would reap the benefits of the fisherman.

After all, he didn't believe that a disciple who had the most mysterious Taoist elder in the sect personally invited him back would be as weak as he seemed to be on the surface.

As long as they fight hard, who else can benefit from him in the end?

Then Fulong slapped himself hard and hard, and scolded him a hundred times in his heart:

"Let you have a sudden idea! Let you reap profits!

Wouldn't it be nice to kill this pervert first?

Are the other two candidate salted fish their opponents?

You are a knives, why are you so unlucky and want to play tricks with others?

Now, let's get cold to myself."

He watched Qiye continue to become stronger while being played with by the other two holy sons.

In fact, in general, there is only one play.

Just once, Qiye also killed two demon masters under the two alternate saints.

At this point, he felt that he had suffered a great grievance. He gritted his teeth and turned the forces under the two candidate saints, turning them upside down, killing them into a river of blood.

The most important thing is that this bastard never sees a corpse when he kills people. Some people say that he has seen him eat someone else with his own eyes. He said that he has a nose and eyes, and even Fulong feels perverted.

Although he is a member of the Demon Sect and loves to kill and bleed, every time he kills a person, he can fight one by one, and there is no shortage of it.

How could it be like Qiye, even the root hairs are left.

After that, the two candidates, Xianyu, who could not bear the pressure, took action personally, and indeed beat Qiye to the point of bleeding from seven orifices and almost died on the spot.

But in the end, Qiye ran away.

No one knew where he had gone. By the time he appeared the next day, his injuries had all been healed and became stronger.

The two major candidates, Salted Fish, took action again, and Qiye coughed up blood again and ran away.

Then the third day,

Day 4...

Three months later, the two major candidates became dead fish.

Qiye received the position of alternate holy son.

The alert Fulong immediately picked up his butt and ran back to the chaotic Thirteen Kingdoms. This is his base camp. He has been operating here for several years, with more than a dozen hiding places, and a large number of trusted subordinates.

He didn't understand at that time that the two candidates who had become dead fish, and perhaps he, had become the whetstone of the Seven Nights under a certain supreme will.

Otherwise, he would not have escaped just right this time. You should know that everyone was in the base camp of the Butian lineage, and Qiye was an outsider, but he was repeatedly allowed to escape.

At that time, he secretly cursed two big fools, but now it seems that he is also half a fool.

Qiye's rise was like a spark that was unstoppable. Fulong wanted to run far away, but the name of the candidate son made him have to face Qiye.

I thought it was on my own territory, and it was almost as good as Qiye to fight back and forth.

As a result, he was killed so hard that he was so angry that he had not let Xingfu's subordinates break into pieces in time, he would probably not be able to keep his family's assets now.

As for the other guys, they naturally have the king flag on the city wall. Whoever is stronger will be with him. Anyway, they are all their own saints, so it's not bad.

Then, it was the scene where he met Jiang Ping.

It took Qiye only half a year to do all this.

Now half a year has passed, but he knows how perverted he is.

Fulong had already extinguished his thoughts of opposing Qiye. By the way, wouldn’t it be better to live honestly?

As for Jiang Ping, I made do with it first. I was so rude to Grandpa Fu, and I really treated him as a younger brother to use it.

It was so cold and so deep that the pool water was so cold that he actually asked him to go down to catch fish. One was not enough. Do you know how much fat would be reduced by catching a fish?

In the end, even if he spared his life, he would not be able to feel better easily.

Still know Qiye?

Haha, I'm afraid I don't know where I heard a name. I want to scare me.

After all, how could such perverts have friends? The word friend is also an extremely precious word for people from the Demon Sect, let alone the demon among the demons like Qiye.

Thinking of it, Fulong showed a smug smile on his face and silently said in his heart:

"The more you look down on me, the heavier the price you will have to pay in the future!"

Then, he felt a chill on his back neck, and the wind outside suddenly became noisy, and the door was blown open by the wind!

The wind in this season is cool and the more you blow, the more comfortable it becomes, but Fulong only feels a bone-bone chill.

He didn't know whether he was laughing or crying at this moment, but his face must be very stiff anyway.

Just because of the figure who appeared at the door.

"That, Your Highness, good evening."

Fu Long stood up from behind the desk with his legs trembling, as if he would lie down without supporting his hands.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Qiye said indifferently.

That's the expression!

Fulong shouted in his heart.

This pervert just fucked this expression and killed the other two candidates. He also fucked this expression and killed him and his men to death.

Fulong said with a sad face:

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Your Highness. You just think of me as a fart because I didn't take action against you at the headquarters before.

Look, I am full of fat and fatty now. I have forgotten almost the same skills in my past, and I can't even use a knife.

For my uselessness, you can spare my life, okay?"

That pitiful look is as humble as it is.

At the same time, he cried in his heart:

"Young Master, my kiss, didn't you say nothing? Why did this pervert come to your door?

Come and save me! Xiao Fufu can't stand it anymore!

Lao Qiu Lao Qiu, are you sleeping in a mess? Some villain came to your door!"
To be continued...