Zi Tong's disappearance was as mysterious and bizarre as her appearance.
While everyone was still immersed in the surprise of her appearance, she had already disappeared.
All she left to everyone was her long snowy hair under her perfect back, which reflected dazzling light under the light.
Apart from that, the young knights gained nothing.
It can be said that most of the people here came here just to catch a glimpse of this legendary girl.
However, at the most critical moment when the girl appeared, they completely forgot the purpose of their trip.
They watched the girl coming in a daze, and were so lost that they didn't know when the girl would leave.
This phenomenon was not an exception, and it was definitely not an accident.
While this group of young people were still immersed in the unexplained result, a strong and almost substantive murderous intention made these people tremble.
A group of guards stepped in in uniform steps.
Their faces were expressionless and indifferent to everything around them.
On their pale and stiff faces, there was a pair of fiery and fanatical eyes.
All their sights were looking at the same direction.
The girl disappeared into the winding corridor.
The brutal murderous aura came out without any cover-up.
When their murderous auras were mixed together, the intensity seemed to be able to strangle people's throats.
The low-level transformed human attendants were paralyzed and had difficulty breathing.
The wine glasses and ingredients in their hands fell in confusion.
On the ground, looking at these silent guards in horror, if murderous intent alone can kill people here, one can only imagine how many lives have died under their hands.
Even Oric, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but frown tightly when he saw these guards.
His body was involuntarily inspired by the strong murderous aura and instinctively counterattacked.
The uniform black combat uniforms of this group of silent guards were spray-painted with the same dark purple violet flowers from the other side.
They are an independent bodyguard group affiliated with His Highness Zi Tong.
This is a group of geniuses.
Each one of them has great achievements, but they are willing to become a small bodyguard.
They are fanatical followers, beasts that kill Wu Zhu, and a group of complete lunatics.
Tu Nan, the most elite guard of the Caroline family.
The guardian of the flower on the other side of the northern wasteland.
When the last Tu Nan guard disappeared, the solemn murderous aura finally began to dissipate.
Many people carefully adjusted their breathing, and the oppressive and dull atmosphere almost suffocated them.
It is different from the guests who are looking at each other and talking quietly.
All the young descendants who belong to Huma have sullen faces.
Each of these male guards is carrying a weapon.
The prohibition of carrying weapons is one of the unwritten regulations of any imperial banquet, but this group of people completely turns a blind eye, as if this is not Huma.
But Caroline.
If such blatant disregard were spread outside, the dignity of the Huma family would be damaged.
This would be absolutely unacceptable to the people of the Empire who valued glory over life.
But they must accept that the Huma of today is no longer the Huma of the past.
Facing the behemoth Caroline, forbearance is their only choice.
Brahma watched everything that happened in front of him, his ferocious ghost face covering his expression, otherwise his solemn expression would definitely attract others' attention.
As for why he was like this, it was not just because of the girl named Zi Tong, nor was it because of the murderous Tu Nan guard.
But in the group of guards surrounded by Tu Nan, he saw a familiar face and her meaningful look back at her with a smile.
Nighteye.
Zi Tong's arrival in Huma means that the chatting time of the banquet is officially over, and the real highlight has just begun.
Huma Dabi.
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As a rising star among the younger generation of the Huma family, Clay has abundant resources that ordinary people cannot hope for.
As long as he wants, there is nothing he can't get.
Especially when his biggest opponent, Orichisuma, was ruthlessly expelled from the core sequence, Clay could hardly find any opponents.
For a proud man like him.
There is no need to waste a lot of time accumulating combat merits and redeeming the strengthening liquid to improve the level.
The improvement of abilities only depends on whether they want it or not, that's all.
But strengthening liquid is not a panacea after all.
The ultimate improvement it can bring to people is limited to level eight.
In fact, most people can only reach level seven through the strengthening liquid.
The road ahead will depend entirely on the efforts of the reformed people themselves.
Of course, this only refers to the so-called strengthening liquid.
As one of the few well-deserved geniuses, Clay has long been an eighth-level Cyborg warrior, and he has been tempering himself at this level for a long time.
He finally decided to break through the ninth level in one fell swoop, but just dreaming about it was not enough.
He also needed something, a key thing.
Pure blood transformation fluid taken from Prototype No. 1.
For Clay, who has always pursued perfection, only the purest transformation fluid can retain his existing abilities to the greatest extent during the transformation process.
This is why he has been reluctant to accept transformation.
However, all the pure blood modification fluid of the No. 1 prototype is controlled by the Caroline family, and the amount leaked out every year is extremely limited.
Caroline also uses this high-end force to quickly distance herself from other families. .
After being rejected for seeking help from his family, Clay could only pin his hopes on Dabi in the Empire Arena.
As long as he could squeeze into the top three, he would be able to obtain a pure-blood transformation fluid with level X.
Clay never expected to get the first place, even though he was proud, he had to admit that the high-mountain Caroline family was simply not something Huma could fight against now.
But within the Huma family, he is not afraid of anyone.
Thinking of this, Clay looked directly at Orici who was not far away with provocative eyes, but Orici didn't seem to notice this.
He just sat quietly on his seat and turned his gaze Throw into the arena.
The edge of the large indoor circular arena is filled with contestants wearing ferocious ghost masks.
They are the strongest "weapons" trained by Huma's contemporary young descendants.
Tonight, they will first decide on the five candidates who have the ability to lead the team.
The winner of the team competition qualification will then lead the team to compete for the only final spot.
This competition system is Huma's unique decisive victory mode.
It not only emphasizes the energy of teamwork, but also emphasizes the key role of personal bravery in battle.
At this time, there were still three minutes before the start of the game, and the surrounding stands were already full of people.
People were talking about it, and they were all pointing out their favorite ghosts.
As one of them, Fan, while the other contestants were warming up, stood there alone and motionless, as if in deep thought.
His unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of many people.
"Olic, are you scared of your ghost face?"
The harsh ridicules kept ringing around him, but it could not make Oric's expression change at all.
The level determines the attitude.
What he is thinking about now and his many The brothers are completely different from each other, so when faced with ridicule, he may pretend to be angry if he is in a good mood, but if he is in a bad mood.
Lions don't care about the roar of wild dogs.
However, his silence was obviously misinterpreted by others, leading to more and more ridicule.
When Orici was still a core descendant, he offended a lot of people.
So when he fell into despair, these people certainly would not give him any favors.
Good look.
The attitude of the master determines the attitude of his subordinates.
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Fan was targeted by nearly half of the other contestants in the field at the same time.
These people were eager to try, and they just waited for the game to start and kicked Fan out first.
"This kid Oric seems to be in trouble again."
A Huma Glory Clan elder in the supreme stand shook his head gently.
"That's not necessarily true.
A skinny camel can't be bigger than a horse."
Another clan elder disagreed.
"It's a pity for this child.
If it weren't for him, he would be in the Northern Wilderness now."
"Is it useful to say this now?
It was Fronsar who gave up on him, not us.
Besides" the man hesitated to speak.
The clan elders tacitly glanced at the terrifying figure in the higher stands and sighed.
"Your Highness, do you have any questions?"
Quinn didn't care about what other people thought at this time.
His thoughts were all focused on one person.
The purple pupil was half leaning on the exquisite and luxurious viewing seat.
Fronsar, who was supposed to be sitting next to her, disappeared.
She gently played with a shining silver pistol in her hand, and there was no clue what was going on in her pure and flawless purple pupil.
Something shines.
"Your Highness, are you here because of the engagement?"
Quinn asked carefully.
"Are you sure he's here?"
Zi Tong suddenly asked, but the person she asked was not Quinn.
"How could I deceive you, Your Highness?"
Nighteye, whose face was covered with gauze, took a few steps forward.
"But I need to correct your wording, Your Highness.
I'm not sure if he is here, but at least there is something about him here." clue."
"How do you prove it?"
"Isn't the weapon in His Highness's hand enough to prove it?"
Ye Tong smiled faintly.
Purple Eyes remained silent and slowly focused her gaze on the weapon in her hand, which was a silver Desert Eagle, exactly the same as the one he had taught her to use when she was still in the Angel of Death.
"If you lie to me, I will kill you."
When the girl said this, her tone and expression were extremely dull, but no one dared to ignore her extreme disregard for life.
To those who have returned, there is no difference between killing and breathing.
"How could that happen?"
Ye Tong smiled slightly, ripples echoing in his eyes as dark as ink
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