In the quiet VIP room, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "What? Magic silver as big as a coffin?! Don't scare the young master!"
Frederick’s face was bitter: “It’s natural for the young master to have such a reaction. After all, in the history of our ghostly black market, the magic silver auction that sensationalized the entire world of magic, the largest piece of magic silver was nothing but It's just the size of a teapot. And this energy fluctuation can cover the 1.5 million square kilometers of magic silver in the ghost black market... It is indeed horrible!"
"It's shocking... doesn't mean there is no..." The single claw chewed the emerald peanuts, his squinted eyes seemed to be looking at a very distant time and space: "It is said that...the world's first sword on the Fengyun King's Landing monument, the treasure in his hand is A rare and rare sword made of magic silver! And, magic silver the size of a coffin? Humph! This is simply a sign that the person takes wherever he goes! Lin'er, Frederick, the name of that person You should have heard of it too, right?"
Frederick’s original pale marble face turned into a gloomy dead gray: "Master, the subordinates have also wondered if that person has come to the black market of ghosts and ghosts. But the whole black market of ghosts and ghosts is clearly set up everywhere. The magic of the heavy detection of the law and execution of people..."
"Those are useless!" One Claw waved his hand and interrupted Frederick: "Is the curse of natural disasters for nothing?! What kind of character is he? You think that a few detection magics in a small amount can help him. Super Magister?"
"The curse of natural disasters?" Dulin's whole body tightened in excitement: "Smelly old man! What you are talking about is... the strongest monster crusader in the Conviction Alliance? Is that the Prince of Persia?!"
Frederick's face became heavier and heavier: "With a magic silver coffin on his back, he has been chasing the prince of the seventy-two pillars of the demon god all his life. If he is really here, the reason why the whole family of vampires fell ill for no reason can be easily explained..." He furrowed his brows deeply: "For the whole family of vampires, this may be the worst state of affairs that we have encountered since World War II!"
Dulin held the long knife and raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Frederick was a little bit counseled? The Prince of Persia is indeed a ruthless character, but you are the top three super masters on the dark market, and your skills are almost indistinguishable from my dad. Up and down, can't it be against a demon crusader alone?"
"Stupid boy!" With a flick of Duclaw's dry fingers, a jade peanut was shot, and it hit Dulin's eyebrows impartially: "Knowing the coercion of Devil Silver against vampires, I can actually ask such stupid questions. The prince of Persia and his magic silver coffin are inseparable. Facing such a large piece of magic silver, your Uncle Frederick will feel weak when he sees it from a distance! How can there be room for hands?!"
Frederick's face was ashamed: "In the Lord's words! If you are alone, your subordinates are somewhat confident that they can compete with a peerless strongman like the Prince of Persia. But with that magic silver coffin, The subordinates will be immediately deprived of all combat power by the power of Demon Silver!"
The single-scaled eagle-like eyes radiated eager light: "So, why not let me go--"
"You can't do it! You know you are pulling the narration up here!" Duclaw suddenly said, "Because you are not the opponent of the demon crusader!"
Dulin was a little unwilling to give up: "But old smelly man, you have to take charge of the overall situation, and Uncle Frederick is completely restrained. Then only the old bald scoop of Nan Bowan and I can deal with the Prince of Persia!"
Duclaw ignored his son’s words, he said to Frederick, “Frederick, you don’t have to worry about the Jinlunbao business war. You are the patriarch of the vampire family, and the Prince of Persia does not have any hostility towards you, but he Existence itself is a threat from your tribe, so I allow you to deal with this matter freely! When necessary, I can mobilize Nam Bowan and the four subhuman tribes to assist you in my name!"
Frederick lowered his head and said solemnly: "Thank you, Lord! The subordinates retire!" He turned into a misty red shadow and drifted away from the door of the VIP room.
Looking at Frederick who disappeared, the boss had an unwilling expression on his face: "Smelly old man! You are too protective, are you afraid that I will be hurt by the Prince of Persia?"
"Hey..." Duclaw stared at his son with some grinning teeth: "You stinky boy, I just praised you for your savvy! I can't see such simple things?!"
Dulin was a little dazed: "What's the matter?"
Duclaw stretched his neck and asked, "What does it mean that the Prince of Persia appears in our ghostly black market?"
Duolin blinked: "The Vampire Legion's combat power is scrapped. The black market of ghosts and ghosts is now as fragile as a peeling snake. If someone wants to play yin at this time, we may suffer a lot!"
"Well, this is one, but it's also the most basic!" Duclaw nodded, and then asked, "What else?"
"Anything else?" Dulin scratched his sideburns: "Uncle Frederick can't continue to be the master of ceremonies?"
"Stupid!" Duclaw snapped Dulin's forehead. He pointed to the scarlet arena outside the window: "I ask you, when is it?"
Dulin frowned: "Now is the time to hold the Jinlunbao Business War!"
Duclaw stared at Dulin and said: "All invitations are written with your name, but you have to run out to track the Prince of Persia at this time... Those contestants are invited to come but can't see you, they will treat you What's your opinion? What impact will this have on the reputation of the ghost black market?"
With stern eyes and sharp eyes, he said proudly: "How long have the ghosts and ghosts cared about others' thoughts and expressions?!"
"I really don't care!" A blazing light shot from One Claw's eyes: "But since you are my One Claw's son, then give me the appearance of the young master of the black market! Don't smear the face of the exclusive ancestors! This root It doesn't matter whether you look at other people's faces or not!"
Dulin heard the words "ancestors of the past", the arrogance in his eyes disappeared immediately, and he lowered his head honestly: "Oh, is this what you said? I know!"
One-claw raised his eyebrows, and said loudly: "There is more important thing behind!" He flashed onto the white seat and sat down, looking at the one-lint condescendingly: "I ask you, when you hear the law of punishment What do you think of first when you use this word?"
"Punishment person..." Dulin thought for a while and said: "Ha! Of course, I will immediately think of the Tyrant Club! There is a saying in the spiritual world: Where there is a person who is executed by the law, it means that the place is hidden. There is a tyrant! And vice versa..." His voice became a little hesitant: "Smelly old man...you mean...we have a tyrant here?"
Duclaw sneered: "What's so strange? In the supernatural world, there are so many tyrants hidden in various fields like crucian carp! Since ancient times, the ghost black market has had a lot of business dealings with many business people in the tyrant club. Lin'er, let me ask you again, when is it?"
Dulin was asked the same question by his father for the second time. He hesitated and said, "It's... Jinlunbao...ah!" He almost jumped up: "You mean..."
Duclaw threw an emerald peanut into his mouth unhappily: "Huh! You are finally getting acquainted! Finance is the world! Controlling finance is equal to controlling the whole world! The golden wheel of business for the supremacy of business, how could the Tyrant Club be able to do so? Let go of such a good opportunity?!"
Small beads of perspiration came out from the single scale forehead: "The Conviction League... how could it be possible to sit by and watch the Tyrant Club... seize commercial supremacy?!"
"Now do you understand? The Conviction League and the Tyrant Club, one of the creed of justice that thoroughly implements the iron law, and the other is to do whatever they want for fear that the world will not be chaotic! These enemies can't wait to kick each other into the eighteenth hell! "One Claw's eyes filled with Xiong Lie's light: "If these two top martial arts groups in the supernatural world have a collective conflict here...Compared with this devastating situation, Jinlunbao's business war is more important. Sex is not worth mentioning! We are in the black market of ghosts and ghosts... now it is very likely that we are in a dangerous situation surrounded by these monsters!"
Duqin rolled his eyes: "But dad, even if the Conviction Alliance will tear up the contract with us, but the law of punishment always has the demeanor of the benevolent, and will not hurt the innocent in the black market of ghosts and ghosts, and it should be impossible to proactively initiate a fight. . I think it is very possible that the executioner of the Dark Law will use the Golden Wheel Fighter to stop the Tyrant Club!" I don’t know why, A Xin’s face suddenly flashed across his mind.
"This situation you said is the most ideal state, but we can barely maintain the situation in the Jinlunbao business war!" Duclaw sighed heavily, "But dad is worried about the other side! Don't forget, The people in the Tyrant Club are a group of super madmen with sick brains! It is hard to guarantee that they will do anything to stimulate the conviction league! If it really develops to this worst situation, you would like to see our exclusive grandparents Do your best to control the black market of ghosts and ghosts that has developed to the present, and is it a battlefield that has been wantonly destroyed by this group of peerless powers
Monoscale couldn't help but squeezed the handle of the knife, and his sharp eyes appeared in a fearful trance, as if seeing the scene of the black market of gods and ghosts turning to ashes in the raging fire. He frowned and murmured: "Father thought well enough! We must be fully prepared for the worst situation, because we can't afford to bet!"
Duclaw nodded heavily: "So, at this time when I need a right-hand man to support me most, letting Frederick deal with the vampire family is already the biggest concession Dad can make! Lin'er, you must be here. Sit down with Dad!"
Suddenly, full of wretched and irritable sounds, a series of sounds came out from Dulin's mouth: "Oh, hehe! Hehe! Ahaha! You, a stinky ribs fairy with a deep groove, want to get it. Quite a lot! What do you think of our Conviction League? The Conviction League has always been committed to keeping promises, so that it will not be here to fight enthusiastically with the Tyrant Club! Don’t want the tyrant to master commercial hegemony? Hahaha laugh me to death! You still Do you dare to be more humorous? Even if you have mastered it?! Will we stop the crusade against crime because of this? It's great to have money?! Have you seen the logo of the Conviction Alliance? That smashed power and money, The ardent and scorching Code of Darkness, idiot!"
And Monoscaly stood there with shocked expressions, his eyes tumbling in surprise, he felt that his lips and tongue seemed to have a vicious sense of autonomy, and he was not under the control of his own master at all, and he kept spitting out. The ridicule and insults that he has never heard of in his life, with a very innovative structure... (End of this chapter)