"Brother Lu, thank you." Zhao Manyan stood in front of Lu Ling, his tone rarely so solemn.
He was used to laughing and joking, but now he meant every word.
"You have helped me a lot from the time I met you until now. If you are of any use to me Zhao Manyan or Zhao Clan in the future, just ask."
Jinlin Desolate City's life-saving grace, a year of experience from start to finish, and now he is a member of the championship team... He can't settle this account, and it's not finished yet.
Lu Ling's kindness is not over yet!!
"Business cooperation is still possible. Practice hard."
Lu Ling smiled and patted his shoulder.
Zhao Manyan nodded vigorously, turned back to the dining table, and went to have a drink with Mo Fan and the others.
Lu Ling looked back, thoughtfully.
This is the first night after World College Tournament ends, and everyone is partying.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Zhao Youqian will be unable to hold it any longer.
The girls were pretty crazy tonight.
Especially those who are close to Lu Ling, except Nan Jue, the rest are all there.
Even Ailin of Britain and Jesse of United States quietly visited China's place and looked for him everywhere.
It was hard to refuse such hospitality, but Lu Ling had already set off. They didn't even catch him.
The next day.
"Mr. Essendel, what do you need? Venice Chamber of Commerce will fully cooperate."
Zhao Youqian stood upright, with all the usual laziness on his face gone.
Facing a Forbidden Curse Mage, his attitude was extremely respectful.
"I don't need your help with anything."
"... Then your visit to Venice Chamber of Commerce this time is..."
Zhao Youqian A faint sense of alarm arose in his heart, but it only stayed for a moment before he casually suppressed it.
He and Essendel have never interacted, so the other party has no reason to target him.
Dangdang Shadow Supreme, how could you take such a small character like him seriously?
"The king wants to see you."
Zhao Youqian was stunned for a moment.
"... who?"
He felt that he might have heard wrongly.
What did Shadow Supreme say just now, Wang?
Essendel did not repeat, but slowly raised his hand.
The dark, almost viscous shadow atmosphere instantly filled the entire VIP room.
Zhao Youqian's pupils shrank, and then he closed his eyes resignedly.
He is not qualified to arm-wrestle with Forbidden Curse Mage.
When I opened my eyes again, there was still the same reception room around me, nothing had changed.
But there is also an indescribable sense of dissonance, the air is stagnant and the light is dead, as if the entire room has been dug out of reality.
"... Mr. Lu Ling?"
Zhao Youqian stared blankly at the white-haired young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
What sent shivers down his spine even more were Essendel and Shadow Supreme, who were standing respectfully beside Lu Ling at the moment.
"I won't talk nonsense. Zhao Youqian, you will be my slave from now on."
"Mr. Lu Ling, what do you mean?" Zhao Youqian's voice deepened.
"An ordinary person dreams of becoming the leader of a clan." Lu Ling chuckled.
"... I'm an ordinary person, so what?" Zhao Yougan sneered.
"Zhao Youqian, you're already stunned." Lu Ling's tone was neither urgent nor slow.
"Do you think that by spending a few money to hire a few Assassin Hall people to poison your father and assassinate your brother, the position of patriarch will fall to you?"
He didn't understand how a person without magic could have the confidence to do such a thing.
Zhao Youqian's eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils almost exploded.
"You... how do you know?"
"As an ordinary person, you know nothing about power."
Lu Ling I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with him anymore.
He raised his hand, and a circle of transparent ripples opened up in the air beside him, and two figures, a man and a woman, emerged from it, as if they were coming out of a bubble.
The two stood still and bowed towards Lu Ling.
"King."
That's Zhao Youqian's personal guard.
"You..."
Zhao Youqian looked at this scene and took half a step back uncontrollably.
His lips moved, and the blood on his face faded layer by layer.
"You don't have magic, so you must not understand why they are so respectful to me."
Lu Ling looked at him with interest.
At this moment, Zhao Youqian no longer has the grace and pride of a person in power, only an instinctive fear after all his trump cards have been stripped away.
He finally understood how weak and vulnerable he was.
"We can cooperate well from now on, Mr. Zhao."
Lu Ling smiled faintly, and a light pink spiritual light lit up in his eyes.
The power of the soul condensed into a silent needle, penetrating into the depths of Zhao Youqian's spirit without any hindrance.
After a while, Zhao Youqian raised his head again, the expression on his face had been wiped away, leaving only an inorganic look of submission.
"Mr. Lu, it's a pleasure to work with you."
"Go and compile some information on Zhao Jing's group and give it to me. I will make them all yours in the dark."
"Thank you, I'll go get ready."
In the corner of the banquet hall, Nan Jue was sitting alone, with half a glass of wine in his hand.
Her short, shoulder-length blond hair was tied into a neat bun on top of her head, exposing her slender neck.
She stared at the amber liquid in the cup, wondering what she was thinking.
"If there is no progress, we will never see each other again."
A smiling voice suddenly came from behind.
Nan Jue Before she could turn around, a paw had already patted her shoulder.
Jiang Shaoxu's face poked out from the side, with a see-through curve hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"That's what you were thinking just now, right?"
"... Inexplicable."
Nan Jue rolled his eyes, picked up the wine glass and took another sip.
"Okay, it's not me who regrets it anyway. I'm just here to give you a piece of advice, or a suggestion."
Jiang Shaoxu sat down next to her generously, poured himself a glass, and shook it leisurely.
"I saw something was wrong with you as early as Sahara. You have been quite irritable during this period, right?"
Nan Jue didn't speak, but the base of his ears slowly became dyed an unnatural red.
She reached for her wine glass, trying to cover it up by drinking, but Jiang Shaoxu grabbed her first.
"Stop hesitating. If you delay it any longer, you will really regret it."
"... Is there something wrong with you?"
Nan Jue finally couldn't bear it any longer. These words were completely unlike what she would say.
"A man who promotes himself so enthusiastically?"
"Wow, how did you know?" Jiang Shaoxu's eyes widened with genuine surprise on his face.
Nan Jue stared at her, unable to tell for a moment whether this person was serious or just pretending.
Just like Jiang Shaoxu, who never avoids suspicion or hides anything, her relationship with Lu Ling doesn't require careful observation at all, it can be inferred with a casual glance.
"Speaking of this,"
Jiang Shaoxu rested his chin on the back of his hand, rarely letting go of his playful expression, "Of course I don't want you to regret it. And he's so good at tossing things. He can help share the pressure with you."
"... Are you speaking in human language?"
"I'm serious. If Lu Ling is not locked up one day, someone will really die."
Jiang Shaoxu looked scared.
She was remembering the madness that happened some time ago. Even if Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao shared the burden, she wouldn't be able to last long.
If they weren't still united and didn't make things difficult for each other, they might have fainted first.
"... Stop talking."
Nan Jue's face is almost red.
It's not that she's drunk. Although she doesn't drink often, she has a good drinking capacity.
This is pure shyness.
"Oh oh."
Jiang Shaoxu suddenly came a little closer, and there was a hint of cunning in his low voice,
"So do you want to go see him now? I know where he is."