Chapter 860： The Blood Messenger

The audience was silent.

Many people can't believe their eyes.

Because from beginning to end, Xue An didn't even move.

But this Biss had lost two consecutive battles, and at the end he flew out for no reason, unconscious.

Even if he knows how to use magic, there must be traces to follow.

This is just like magic.

At this time, many people looked at Xue An's eyes changed, becoming awed with a trace of fear.

Even Lena looked at Xue An with surprise.

Xue An shook his head and sighed, "This is too irresistible! I have tried my best to control it, but you still didn't avoid it!"

Then Xue An raised his eyes and scanned the nobles in the audience.

No one dared to look at Xue An, and these people bowed their heads wherever they looked.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Then someone shouted in surprise: "It's Your Majesty, Your Majesty is back!"

The somewhat solemn atmosphere was suddenly ignited.

These nobles flocked to the door, standing with their hands down.

The eldest princess Loya and Yager came first.

After the two of them came in, they also stood on both sides of the road.

Then I saw a middle-aged man with a dignified face walking in like a trot.

The appearance of this man caused a slight commotion in the audience.

"Master Lizun is back!"

"Hehe, there is a good show to watch now!"

Many people looked at Xue An with gleeful gazes.

Xue An was not moved at all, just watched quietly.

After these people walked in.

Just listened to a burst of drum music, and then someone said with a flattering smile: "Blood makes adults, Xiao Guoli is humble and poor, and there is a lack of hospitality, please forgive me!"

There was a slight commotion upon hearing this.

Because this voice is full of flattering, isn't it their lofty King?

How did this guest come from to make His Majesty the King so humble?

Then I heard a proud voice and said lightly: "Well, anyway, I am not here for your little Dirk country this time!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Following the voice, a group of people came in.

Walking in front of the team, nodding and bowing to give guidance, was a fat middle-aged man wearing gorgeous clothes and a well-groomed mustache.

Behind him, Anbu was a young man wearing a blood-colored robe, with a sickly white complexion and a strange face.

After seeing this man, many well-informed nobles shook their bodies, and then bowed their heads deeply in fear, not even daring to take a peek.

Because they finally understand why their King is so humble and flattering.

Because this person is the blood that can determine the rise and fall of a country in one word!

It can be said that compared with the bloodstainer, all kings and nobles are just ants.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became solemn and solemn.

The King Dirk cautiously guided the blood to make the lord go to the seat on the high platform specially prepared for the most distinguished guests.

But he was so immortal, the Biss who was blown out by Xue An was lying on their only way.

The King Dirk saw this scene, his face sank.

In order to meet this time, he spent countless efforts, for fear that there would be mistakes again, which angered the blood envoy.

In that case, the entire Dirk Kingdom may be destroyed.

But I didn't expect this episode to appear suddenly at this time.

King Dirk was naturally full of anger.

At this time, the Zhenguo Martial Saint Lizun stepped forward and waved his hand. Biss, who was lying on the ground unconscious, was lifted up by a gentle force, and then flew into the corner lightly, falling softly and silently. Down.

There was no sound during the whole process, and the movements were natural and beautiful, as if they were all natural.

Many onlookers couldn't help wondering.

Sure enough, he is the aloof Master Wu Sheng, and the hand that he casually exposed is breathtaking.

King Dirk's complexion looked better now, and then he smirked at the blood to make the lord.

"Bloodmaker, please come to your seat!"

The young blood made the adult snorted from his nostrils, then stepped onto the high platform and sat on the throne.

From beginning to end, Xue An looked at the blood envoy with great interest, and his face was always smiling, as if he was very happy.

But the Lena beside him was not in such a good mood.

She was shaking all over, her face full of horror.

"Xue...Mr. Xue, although it is disrespectful, I think it is better for you to leave here as soon as possible!" Lina said with a trembling voice, suppressing her voice.

"Oh? Why?" Xue An said lightly.

"Because...because that person is a true messenger of God, no one will be their opponent! You should go quickly! Otherwise, you may not be able to leave for a while!"

Xue An laughed, "God's messenger, well, I would like to see it!"

Lina was full of despair when she heard this.

Because she noticed.

Someone just whispered a few words in the ears of Yager and his sister Loya.

Then Yage glanced over here with a gloomy expression.

The eyes were full of gloom and killing intent.

This made Lena understand.

It is impossible for Xue An to leave now.

That Bis is Yage's disciple, and Yage is the lover of Zhenguo Wusheng.

As a result, the whole situation became more and more unfavorable for Mr. Xue.

Just when Lena was lost.

Countless noble ladies are looking at the high blood envoy with bright eyes.

"Oh my god, is this the messenger of God who can make people young forever?"

"He actually came, is he here to screen blood slaves?"

"I'm so strange and evil, I almost fainted!"

These noble ladies now wish to get into the arms of this blood envoy.

The scorching gaze made the blood make a smile of contentment, but he was very disapproving in his heart.

What a bunch of stupid untouchables.

At the same time, the banquet officially began.

The wine and delicacies appeared like flowing water, and on the high platform, in front of the blood envoy, was a cup of dark red liquid.

The King Dirk said with a flat face: "Bloodmaker, I don’t know what taste you like, so I found a group of young girls who are twenty-eight years old. Ten people have gathered into such a cup, you can taste it!"

These words made the blood envoy very useful, "You did your heart!"

The King Dirk trembled with excitement, "This is what we should be!"

The blood messenger picked up the cup and took a sip, then tasted it with a look of intoxication.

But immediately, his brows gradually frowned, and then he spit out the blood in his mouth.

"Blood...Bloodmaker, what's the matter?" King Dirk asked with horror when he saw this.

The blood makes a bit disgusted and said: "The breath is impure, and at least half of the women are already impure!"