Durin's Diary

Chapter 833 The moon is like a hook

The old emperor was a little dazed.

He was in a trance that the young child in front of him had some...slight overlap with the girl in his memory.

What's her name? Oh, yes, it's Mo Yan.

It can also be called Mo Yan.

After all, there was once a thin and small dwarf girl with burnt yellow hair, long-term malnutrition, and her mistress was jealous. In short, everything that shouldn't have happened happened to her.

The dwarf demons were very angry, but the Mo family was wealthy and powerful, and they were one of the pillars of the country. Their complaints were always loud but little action, and would not fall on that woman.

When he was young, he watched this girl living as tenaciously as weeds, as if she only needed a little sunshine to survive.

He once deeply loved this smiling girl until one day, his father found a marriage for him.

He had been secretly paying attention to this poor girl until one day, a messenger told him that she had awakened the blood of the Candle Dragon, but had betrayed the Mo family, was unwilling to enter the Candle Dragon Pavilion, nor did she want to enter the Tianshi Mansion, but went far away to the Western Continent, and was said to have married an old dwarf demon widower of the Silver Dragon descent.

It is said that he is a duke, but everyone knows that the duke of the Western Continent is not a big shot.

So, what exactly forced her to this point? Someone had to stand up and take responsibility for the escape of a Zhulong, and for this person, this responsibility would only lead to death.

So, that day, the chief of Zhulong Pavilion was furious. As a dwarf demon, she vowed to make the mistress pay with her life.

Although Pingmo did not split up, the chief of the Tianshi Mansion pretended to be deaf for a day and dumb for a day. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he felt guilty when facing the thirteen dwarf demon old Tianshis in the Tianshi Mansion who had never cared about worldly affairs but were born at the same time on that day...

At night, all the dwarf demons who served in the three provinces and six ministries, as well as the twelve officials and eight pillars of the country, as well as the counselors and advisers in the general's mansion, wrote their resignations.

Finally, the next morning, the head of the Mo family admitted defeat and personally fed his wife a pot of poisoned wine.

Then he never remarried, and then he died of illness early.

The old emperor's father didn't say much either - when the little girl was still a dwarf demon, he was the one who spoke for the Mo family. At that time, although the dwarf demons were unhappy, they still recognized him as an emperor.

But when a dwarf demon becomes Zhulong, the nature of the situation changes fundamentally. He is the emperor and an 'old friend' of the Mo family, but Zhulong Pavilion and Tianshi Mansion are 'friends' that the royal family also has to rely on.

No matter what is more important, there will be a winner in the end.

So the Mo family lost, and lost miserably.

Therefore, many people in the Mo family did not like the return of this child, because it meant that the main family would inevitably decline, and it represented an uncontrollable force - because the merchants who came back said that the Duke's grandson awakened the Candle Dragon Blood at the age of thirteen, and now, ten years later, he has become a fourth-level legend.

They all say that he is cruel and ruthless, and that killing an entire family is as easy as killing a chicken.

If such a person were placed in Changtang, who could control him, and how could he be controlled by anyone? And how much blood would the Mo and Lin families, who drove Mo Yan away back then, have to shed to satisfy this little killer.

Who knows.

neither knows.

Just like him now, an old man, he doesn't know how to face this kid who opened the portal to Shangjing and treated those restrictions as air.

He looked at him with a smile: "Old man, did I open the wrong door? Judging from the expressions of you all, is there any restriction in Shangjing that I don't know about?" You see, this is cleverness. If the girl from the Mo family stayed in Changtang, if she could give birth to a child with another Zhulong, wouldn't this child be able to be used by Changtang, instead of being entangled with his identity and bloodline like now.

Thinking of this, the Emperor of this land, who was the elder in the child's mouth, smiled and nodded: "Yes, there are restrictions over at the Candle Dragon Pavilion. If you come over like this, you might hurt someone."

"That's really my fault, but no matter what, I only opened a door. It only takes one door to get here from the West." The child sighed and looked at the old man: "You know so much, are you a big official?"

"Well... you could say that I have some say in the three provinces, six ministries, twelve departments, eight pillars of the state, and the general's office."

Seeing the curiosity on his face, the old emperor smiled and patted his chest.

It's great to be young, with a touch of innocence and cunning, a bit of sophistication and cleverness. Unlike the old and domineering temples, where rows of dying old men stand.

"Then please put in a good word for me. In return, I'm quite skilled at killing. Do you have anyone you want to kill?" The child's words made the old man's guards feel threatened. He smiled and pushed the young man away. "You're standing before Mr. Doolin Alsh. He wants to kill me. It doesn't matter whether you stand in front of me or behind me."

"I won't kill good people." The child retorted with a smile. At the same time, he took out a box and said, "This is the cigarette I made. Old man, please try it."

Looking at the cigarette box, the old emperor happily took out his empty cigarette box, which had the same pattern on it. He happily exchanged cigarette boxes and said, "The old master was right when he said this cigarette was made by you. He also said that it was specially made for little girls to rub on their legs. You really know how to enjoy it."

After the old emperor finished speaking, he took out the same new cigarette and started smoking.

The young man named Du Lin smiled and put away the empty cigarette box, then took out a paper box. He opened it and it was full of prepared cigarettes.

"It's just a small gift, not a token of respect," he said.

The old emperor glanced at his guards, who muttered, "The eldest master asked us to watch you and not let you smoke too much."

The old emperor rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm not dead yet. If I die, it's up to him and those old guys to bury or burn me. But while I'm alive, you can't help him control me."

"Look, the old man understands things better than a servant like you. Young people are really unreliable."

The young man's complaint made the old man laugh. The young guard had no choice but to reach out and pick up the big carton of cigarettes.

After smoking a cigarette, the old emperor was satisfied. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray handed to him by a bank manager. He watched the manager hand the card with the exchanged money to the young man, then stood up and said, "I have to go back."

"Goodbye, sir." The manager said goodbye to him with a smile.

After hearing this, the old emperor noticed that the young boy's eyes changed.

what's the situation.

Is there something wrong with this sentence?

Or did the flattery on this middle-aged man's face betray him?

While the old emperor was still confused, his guard suddenly kicked his heel. The old emperor looked up and saw the young man using his horns to signal him to look behind him.

So he turned around.

I saw the Imperial Chancellor standing at the bank's door.

(End of this chapter)