I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

208 Xiu’er

Time passed slowly.

With Jiao Qingtu’s departure, peace returned to the Demon Clan’s city. Even the battle between the two demon kings only caused some ripples and did not really stop the flow of time.

“Latest news! Latest news!”

On this day, a vulture suddenly flew across the sky. It let out strange cries that were heard throughout the streets and alleys of the Demon Capital.

“His Highness the Holy Son’s latest decree!”

!!

“The Sky Snake demon king has died. The Demon Capital is on the highest level of alert. Humans and flood dragons are not allowed to enter. Anyone who hides either of these without permission may be either reported or killed on the spot!”

As soon as the decree was issued, there was a fresh uproar.

Combined with everything that had happened earlier, the Holy Son’s decree basically almost directly pointed out that the culprits who had secretly harmed the Sky Snake demon king were the humans and the flood dragons!

“Expel the human race and the flood dragon race?”

Ying Chengpeng, who had recovered slightly from his injuries, suddenly had an idea. It was as if an invisible lightning flashed across his mind and turned into an extremely bold idea.

“Stupid ox… Do you think this Holy Son… is related to the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan?”

“The Demon Divine Palace has previously released some information claiming that this Holy Son has the bloodline of a true dragon and is the future ruler of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons…”

Niu Mang thought for a moment and still felt that this guess was unlikely. “However, you’ve already seen that one’s situation. If he can even end up like this, I’m afraid the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan is long finished. If the Holy Son is really a member of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan, how can he still be alive now? He can even come to the Demon Capital to create…”

Halfway through his sentence, Niu Mang’s expression suddenly froze.

A pair of green eyes darted around and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. He suddenly looked at Yin Chengpeng. Seeing that the latter’s expression was serious and did not seem to be joking, he spat out a few words in disbelief.

“This… this shouldn’t be possible, right?”

“Why is it impossible?”

Ying Chengpeng took a deep breath and said with a gloomy look, “Think about the strange things that have happened recently. If my guess is right, why is it impossible?”

“If your guess is right,” Niu Mang muttered. Even someone as oblivious as him felt an inexplicable sense of horror. “Damn it, then something big is going to happen…”

Almost at the same time.

Demon Divine Palace, the Holy Son’s Hall.

Wisps of bright sunlight shone down from outside the hall, casting the shadows of the pillars in the hall on the ground. It looked sacred and solemn, filled with an indescribable sense of magnificence and magnanimity.

At the very center of the Holy Son’s Hall stood a luxurious throne.

On the throne, a handsome young figure sat there. Even though he did not move, he had an indescribable noble aura that made people involuntarily want to obey him.

At the side of the throne, Mo Zhongxiu stood there in a daze, her body swaying slightly. For a moment, she still had not recovered from her previous shock.

“Xiu’er.”

At this moment, the elegant young man on the throne spoke with a faint smile on his face. He said casually, “You’ll be the one to carry out my orders… How about that?”

That smile was so beautiful that one could not help but feel intoxicated.

However, Mo Zhongxiu was very clear that if she dared to refuse, the consequences would be unimaginable. She absolutely did not want to experience that terrifying nightmare again.

At the thought of this, she replied without hesitation, “I will obey your orders!”

The Holy Son on the throne laughed and said, “You don’t have to be so reserved. If you have a question, you can raise it. After all, I’m not some evil ghost from the netherworld.”

The smile on his handsome face was infectious, making Mo Zhongxiu subconsciously open her mouth to ask, “May I ask, Lord Holy Son, why did you issue a ban against the human race and the flood dragon race?”

This was also something she could not understand.

Looking at the current situation, there were only two clansmen left in the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan. One was Jiao Qingtu, a dying candle in the wind, whose flame of life could be extinguished at any time. The other one was “Jiao Jiao”, who was young and outstanding but still not very strong.

There were just two of them. Why did he need to make such a big fuss?

The prohibition against the human race made her even more puzzled.

If the old flood dragon of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan was still a likely threat, why did he add the human race to the ban?

Was it just to give her a test?

“It’s not Jiao Qingtu or that kid called Jiao Jiao whom I’m really wary of.” The Holy Son could not help but laugh when he heard this. He said leisurely, “There’s another Holy Son. To be more precise, he’s the one who should have become the Holy Son.”

At this moment, Mo Zhongxiu could not help but feel a chill run down her spine.

The person who was supposed to become the Holy Son…

Then who exactly was this Holy Son she was looking at?

“As for the human race… it’s actually very simple.” The Holy Son waved his hand and smiled with an intense look. “It’s all thanks to the Great Prophet who deduced that the existence of the human race would be a huge unstable factor in my plan. However, we can’t just directly destroy the human race’s country. That would only cause the plan to go out of control. Therefore, I can only come up with this not-so-good policy…”

These simple words made Mo Zhongxiu’s back turn cold, and she almost fell to the ground.

Destroying the human race’s country?

In this region, which other human race’s country was there?

It was none other than Xuanwu Kingdom!

This also meant that the Holy Son’s momentary thought had brought Xuanwu Kingdom to the brink of death. It was just a little bit away from the tragic end of destruction.

“As expected, His Majesty my father’s plan is impossible to succeed. In this world, only by relying on true experts can one survive freely. His Majesty my father has taken the wrong path from the beginning!”

Mo Zhongxiu took a deep breath. She was secretly glad that she had made this choice.

However, at the same time, she frowned secretly. She finally understood the true purpose of the Holy Son’s test. “Master has deduced that the human race might affect the Holy Son’s plan. Perhaps I should be concerned about this point and stop His Majesty my father and the others from walking into an irreversible abyss as soon as possible…”

“I understand. I’ll do my best to carry out the Holy Son’s orders.”

There was a sincere smile on Mo Zhongxiu’s face. Then, she turned around with her flowing red dress and stood behind the throne again.

At the back of Mo Zhongxiu’s head, a long tentacle reached into the darkness behind her. Just like that, it danced silently, casting a strange shadow.

In the darkness at the end of the hall, another tentacle reached out and connected with the back of the handsome young man’s head.

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