Black Book

Chapter 408: Thousands of Gold to Buy Horse Bones

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly looked up at him, but this time, she quickly lowered her head, having learned to hide her emotions.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao raised the corners of his mouth and reached out to gently stroke her head.

"good."

"........."

Looking at the little girl with her head lowered, her hands on the ground, her fists clenched tightly, her whole body trembling violently, and feeling the other's stiff limbs, Zhu Haomiao grinned with a sense of evil taste.

"Do you want revenge on me?"

shuh~
The little girl suddenly looked up and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the woman next to her covered her mouth.

"No! She doesn't want to! Sir! She's just a child, she doesn't understand anything!"

"Let go and let her answer herself."

Faced with the order from the young man in black, the woman let go of her daughter in fear and looked at her daughter with pleading eyes.

Bathed in her mother's desperate and helpless gaze, the little girl was silent for a moment. She couldn't utter the word "want" no matter what she did. In the end, she could only lower her head with a gloomy look.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao knew the answer and nodded jokingly.

"What's your name?"

"Hulan."

"Very good, Hu Lan, I love helping others the most. Since you want revenge, I will give you a chance."

"From now on, you will stay by my side and can attack at any time, but remember, you only have one chance..."

Hearing this, the little girl Hu Lan looked up in surprise, staring at the black-clothed boy in disbelief, and then the raging fire in her eyes gradually rolled and boiled.

"Don't regret it!"

"hehe."

With the corner of his mouth raised in disdain, Zhu Haomiao patted the little girl's head again, turned around and left leisurely, throwing this little episode aside without caring, and looked at the mountain of metal again.

Walking to the front of the small metal mountain, the young man in black looked up at the materials that he had collected from hundreds of miles around, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

It should be about the same...

As he was evaluating the materials, an ethereal and elegant figure appeared beside him, glanced calmly at the little Centaur girl not far away, and whispered softly.

"She has signs of being favored by God."

"I know."

"Then you still want to raise a tiger to cause trouble?"

Facing Liu Ruyan's question, Zhu Haomiao smiled and glanced at her.

"Tiger? Just an angry little kitten..."

"Besides, [Dazhen] needs a role model, a role model that will win the hearts of the foreigners..."

"Conquering the Golden Court is only the first step in establishing rule."

"There are countless tribes of all sizes on the vast grasslands. We cannot conquer them one by one. We must set up a new banner for them and let them voluntarily attach themselves to us..."

"A thousand gold coins are enough to buy horse bones. There is no better material than her."

In the meaningful whisper, Zhu Haomiao suddenly remembered something and changed the subject. "By the way, what is the name of this mountain?"

Faced with the sudden question, Liu Ruyan found it difficult to keep up with his fast-paced thoughts and was stunned for a second before answering.

"Eqinase means "origin" and "holiness" in Centaur language."

"Emmm... that's too hard to pronounce. From now on, it will be called Langjuxu Mountain."

"........."

Liu Ruyan looked at Zhu Haomiao with a speechless look. She couldn't understand why he always liked to change other people's names.

The key is not whether people like it or not...

"Okay, everyone, please step aside."

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Haomiao dismissed his attendants and walked alone to the front of the metal hill. The invisible veil covering his body gradually dissipated.

After the two seals were released, the "ordinary" figure of the young boy suddenly became deep and majestic, like an infinitely expanding mountain, pressing down on everyone present so that they couldn't breathe.

Realizing that the other party's unconscious breath was almost suffocating her, Hu Lan's crystal clear eyes trembled violently, and a trace of despair emerged in her heart uncontrollably.

Is he really someone that I can kill?
A three-headed, six-armed phantom of a god or demon appeared in her mind involuntarily. Just as Hu Lan recalled the scenes from the previous war, the nightmarish image of [Asura King] turned from virtual to real and gradually materialized in her sight.

Slowly widening her eyes, Hu Lan watched the fierce red lotus fire rolling like a sea tide, instantly covering the mountain of metal. The rolling heat waves forced her to retreat continuously, and she barely stopped until she reached the edge of the platform.

It was not until this moment that she realized that the ends of her hair had turned black and curled, and she was sweating all over. The thick snow around her was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a gurgling stream that flowed down the mountain.

Staring at the dark figure standing in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, the distorted air waves rolled, making the figure look even more hideous and evil, like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

monster!

devil!

The feeling of despair and powerlessness in his heart flashed away, and Hu Lan quickly clenched his fists, gathered his spirits, and stared at the back of Bathing in Karma Fire without blinking.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao stared intently at the gradually melting metal hill in front of him. The scorching red light was reflected in his eyes, and twisted and wriggling golden threads were vaguely visible.

Mobilizing the divine energy with all his might, the mountain-like [Asura King] followed the will of the entity. With six big hands, he made a spell, and a huge semi-solid metal mountain floated up and melted faster in mid-air.

It was as if a bright little sun was blooming overhead. In the dazzling golden-red light, all kinds of impurities were refined, leaving only a "pond" of high-temperature liquid metal that was constantly wriggling and deforming.

Almost at the same time, thousands of miles away in the Golden Palace of the imperial capital of [Dazhen], Zhao Nuo, who was sitting on the dragon throne, suddenly raised his head. An exquisite small tripod in his arms trembled violently and shot out in an instant, penetrating the dome of the hall like a phantom, rapidly expanding in the sky, and turning into a magnificent giant tripod that spanned the sky, like a star.

Countless divine runes on the tripod lit up one by one, resonating and vibrating across the vast distance.

Thousands of miles away, on the top of a snow-capped mountain, a "pond" of liquid metal ripples and trembles, causing violent waves. Wisps of divine patterns like living things wriggled and emerged, exuding a majestic and vast ancient atmosphere.

Soon, the shapeless metal "pond" gradually changed, bit by bit outlining the outline of a tripod as heavy as a mountain.

Staring at the huge golden and red tripod that was gradually taking shape in front of him, Zhu Haomiao's pupils were dark and deep, his thoughts penetrated fantasy and reality, communicating with the mysterious and divine object that protected the country.

Boom!

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and the moon lost their light, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the whole world began to undergo mysterious changes.

Countless tiny gilded lines condensed out of thin air, wriggling like tadpoles and slowly drilling into the towering giant cauldron.

Exquisite and gorgeous patterns emerged on the surface of the giant tripod, which had originally had blurred outlines, and gradually transformed into geometric patterns such as dragons and phoenixes, thunderclouds, and animal faces.

(End of this chapter)