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Chapter 501 The chicken is out!

"Zou Ji, don't blame Mi Li'er for being cruel. As the saying goes, you raise a chicken for a thousand days and use it for a moment. The greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. The wedding day is a good opportunity for you to become famous and make a name for yourself."

In the courtyard living room, Liu Yonglu sat at the table, drinking tea and comforting Zou Ji, but the words he said... didn't make any sense.

As for the chicken, it stared with its two big eyes, looking sulky, refusing to eat or drink, and just listened to Liu Yonglu's nonsense.

Just now, Millie Tang caught a stray chicken and came out of the house within five minutes. She made a "done" gesture to Liu Yonglu.

When Liu Yonglu entered the house, he saw a prostitute who looked like he wanted to die.

"Yonglu, pirates don't use dog paddling to cross the river. If you don't come up with bad ideas, your wife will threaten me! I have seen through it. You are the worst among this family!
Xiaohu, you won't see me when you turn around. Your aunt is so mean. She is pushing me to death. Those clansmen are so evil. I am so small that I can't even fill their teeth..."

Zou Ji cursed in front and cried in the back, which made Liu Yonglu stunned. He thought that the god was really amazing and learned things much faster than ordinary people. Zou Ji's mouthful of ash was more authentic than mine.

"Zou Ji, what are you talking about!
We have been together for so long that we have developed feelings for each other. You can make money by participating in animal fights. Just think about it, if you win the championship, I will build you a house with your own door and yard. I will also hire a chef to fry vegetarian meatballs for you every day. How delicious it is..."

"Great, great, great, I'm a champion, do you think I have the brains to be a champion? And I'm a vegetarian meatball, I think you're a vegetarian meatball!"

Zou Ji knew Liu Yonglu too well and would not listen to his empty promises at all.

"Do you think I'm really trying to trick you? I've thought of a sure-fire way for you to win. If you follow my idea, you'll be the champion!"

Liu Yonglu walked up to the chicken with a sly smile on his face and whispered his tricks into its ear.

Zou Ji turned his head to look at Liu Yonglu, and his legs jumped a foot high:
"Yonglu, you are still a bad guy, but you are still a good one. Fine, I will risk my life to help you fight this time!"

……

The day before the wedding, in the Emir's Palace, a bloody shadow suddenly appeared in the big house where Prince Herama usually imprisoned his family.

It was the three-headed monster, the Blood God. All three heads had gloomy eyes at this moment, scanning the large and small cages in the room and the creatures imprisoned inside.

The Blood Mad God had actually set out from Upper Kurt a long time ago, so why didn't he enter Emile's palace to seize the Sun Chariot and hunt down Ricky?
Because like the Cat God, he also felt the breath of the donkey!

Since the two sides had fought all the way in the Lost Sea, his feelings were even more profound than Cat God's.

The more Blood Mad God thought about this god after calming down, the more he realized how terrifying he was. Before, on the Cursed Island, the original power of the god and the twisted souls of the three people had just merged, and Blood Mad God could not completely control his body with the three thoughts, so the god's bloodthirsty instinct prevailed.

If the Blood Prince, Barlov and the old king were given another chance to choose, they would say they would never risk their lives with a donkey.

It was obvious that the guy didn't use his full strength and just wanted to tease him. If he really tried to kill them, the three of them would be in great danger.

So the Blood Mad God hesitated for several days above the city of Oia and did not dare to come down. In the end, his greed for the stone slabs prevailed, and he only appeared cautiously in the Emir's Palace tonight.

Why did they come to the big house where the family members were imprisoned first? Because the Blood Mad God was still a little weak. When they forcibly deprived the gods of their power, they knew that Wu Wei was in a dormant state. Later, they let the donkey consume all the energy. Now they wanted to find an opportunity to replenish themselves. Compared with the blood of ordinary people, the flesh and blood of the family members was obviously more tempting.

The creatures in the cages suddenly felt the breath of the gods. Some monsters were so scared that they fell to the ground and wailed, while others beat their chests and roared in warning. In any case, the whole room was in chaos for a while.

This place has always been guarded by someone, and after hearing the unusual howling of the clansmen, the mystic scholar on duty today slowly walked into the room holding a candlestick.

In the darkness, he saw a huge bird creature squatting in the depths of the darkness. His deformed outline could be vaguely seen in the light of the fire. Three human heads hung on its long neck. A strange red light emanated from the monster's eyes. He could smell a strong smell of blood from a long distance away.

The mystic scholar was not an ordinary person, and subconsciously reached for the wooden box in his arms, which contained the papyrus that could open the forbidden spells in the house. However, as the monster's sight slowly locked onto him, the mystic scholar felt a strong consciousness rushing into his head. The darkness around him disappeared, and he could see more things, and the most noteworthy thing was the huge windmill in front of him.

The windmill, whether it is the main tower below or the wooden blades at the top, is very old and has dark brown stains on it.

Is this a fantasy dreamland! ?

The mystic's legs were shaking. He had already sensed the seriousness of the problem. It wasn't that his clan members had escaped from the cage, but that a powerful mystic, or even a god, had entered the room. He was like a prey caught in a trap and had already stepped into someone else's territory.

However, he still did not give up hope. There were countless forbidden spells in the clan's prison cells. Perhaps if he could open them, he might still have a chance of survival.

"elder brother!"

A familiar voice interrupted his hand reaching into his robe. The voice was so familiar and clear that he looked up and saw his brother on the blades of the windmill. He was still wearing his favorite dark green robe, just like the last time he saw him.

At this time, he was hung on the windmill with his hands tied behind his back. As the blades rolled, he was slowly moving upwards.

This is not real, this is a dream! It is a trick played by the gods on humans!

The mystic was screaming wildly in his heart, but the calls of his relatives and the familiar smells in the air still made him waver and nervous from time to time.

He felt as if he had returned to his hometown. He turned his head and looked around. Wasn't this the place where he used to live? Then he turned his head and looked at the windmill. Hanging on it were not only his fellow countrymen, but also his relatives and friends.

The light penetrated the thin wooden board of the fan blades, and the mystic scholar could see that there seemed to be a winged figure following the back of the windmill. The figure had sharp horns and a tail that did not belong to a human. He held a weapon in his hand and was gesturing towards the relatives and friends hanging in front, as if he was looking for the angle to cut.

The blade fell, blood sprayed from the sky, splashing on the mystic's face. He screamed and knelt in helpless despair, and the killing did not stop because of his begging for mercy. It was a long night, a killing without mercy and humanity.

……

The next morning, Prince Herama was tidying his clothes with the help of five servants when Balkan walked quickly into the room. With a serious expression on his face, he leaned over and whispered something in Prince Herama's ear.

Something happened in the clan's prison cell last night. The mystic who was guarding the cell died in the cell, and the seriously injured Hundred-Faced Monster also died outside the cage. The other half of the clan died in the iron cage, and the other half was mentally depressed.

"I speculate that the Hundred-Faced Monster escaped from its cage for some unknown reason. The guards heard the noise and rushed over, and were forced to use a forbidden spell. Both sides died, and the rest of the clan was also affected."

Balkan's inference is reasonable because this is the result of the Blood Prince's deliberate misleading.

"Is that really all? Go check it out yourself!"

Prince Herama's face was gloomy. He still didn't quite believe that this was such a coincidence. However, he had to attend the complicated wedding ceremony this morning and he really couldn't get away.

"Yes, Your Excellency. If you find out that this is not an accident, but someone deliberately made trouble..."

Balkan must first find out what his own prince's bottom line is.

"We still have to go on with the wedding, no matter what. By the way, are all those street poets here?"

Unlike Moses Sad, Kurt's media and newspapers are not so developed, and the people rely heavily on street poets who walk the streets to spread information. An important purpose of holding the wedding is to let Yasmine reveal the true face of Prince Zahir before the wedding.

For this...Prince Helama is determined to complete the wedding!
(End of this chapter)