The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Mo Ya held his breath tightly, not daring to breathe.

He and his companions were standing in the middle of the magnificent hall.

He was stared at by a group of guards with weapons in hand, and listened to the quarrel between father and son with other ministers.

King Dad: "Don't you look down on Dong Li? You've been away for so many years, why are you coming back?"

Wen Xun put his hands in his pockets, his expression tense like a bow with a tight string. He replied coldly, "I need to talk to you. Let everyone else go out."

It had been a long time since I had heard such harsh words. The king frowned and said, "Where are your manners? Have you survived all these years and been eaten by dogs?"

Wen Xun snorted, looking annoyed. "I don't have a father or a mother, so what's wrong with me not knowing etiquette?"

The king slammed the table and said angrily: "Bullshit, I'm still alive!"

Everyone: "..."

Mo Ya whispered to Liu An, "He's my biological child."

If this blood relationship is genuine, there will be no problem at all.

The king was so angry at Wen Xun's words that his face flushed and his neck thickened, but he actually waved his hand to let the ministers and guards go. The shocked ministers hurriedly tried to stop them, and they all knelt down and said, "Your Majesty! No!"

Even if the people here didn't watch the game in person, they received relevant information about the league.

Everyone knows that Dongli's Crown Prince, Wen Xun's half-brother Wen Chenyi, died at the hands of Wen Xun's school team.

Because of this incident, the domestic power structure in Dongli has been in turmoil again recently.

It would be fine if His Majesty the King did not seek revenge, but he actually dared to continue staying alone in the hall with Wen Xun and his gang?

Isn't this just courting death?

The ministers looked at the king with eyes filled with grief and indignation.

We are eager to fight, why does Your Majesty surrender first?

However, the one who gave birth to a rebel like Wen Xun would obviously be a bigger rebel. He ignored their advice and directly and roughly had the guards drag out those who refused to leave.

The clearing work was completed in a few minutes, and they were the only ones left in the hall.

The king waved his hand, and a transparent soundproof light shield instantly appeared outside the palace.

He did this to such an extent that even Wen Xun was a little surprised. He stood there confused and said, "You..."

"What do you mean by 'you'? I know everything you are here for." The king snorted coldly, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes when he saw Xing Yue standing beside him.

Part of the reason he did this was to show goodwill to this person.

The ministers might not know this, but the king knew full well that the Death God, even among the existing eleventh-level demon warriors, was an absolutely high-attack demon warrior. The combined forces of their entire palace were not enough for him to kill. With him standing here, the king had to give Wen Xun the information he wanted, even if it meant holding his nose.

The reason why he was able to stand here, avoid all the royal defenses and alerts, and give the king an unexpected surprise was thanks to his good son.

The king glared at Wen Xun again, his face furious.

"I'll shut down all your access permissions later."

Wen Xun: “.”

He made it sound like he really wanted to come.

"Didn't you say you knew why we came? Then give us some clues."

The king sat down in his seat and said, "Of course I know. Your goal is to find a way to wake Jiang Liujing up. Indeed, I have a clue, but I can't give it to you for no reason."

"What do you want to exchange?" Xing Yue said in a deep voice, "I can get you any treasure, even a divine artifact. I can also make you a promise that within my ability, you can ask for anything."

Sure enough, the king thought, the Grim Reaper in the news had a close relationship with Jiang Liujing, and it was not false that he killed people in the street to protect him.

Being able to do this is enough to show how much the God of Death values ​​Jiang Liujing.

But he shook his head.

"Of course I believe in the promise of His Excellency the God of Death, but I want to make this deal with Wen Xun."

Wen Xun: “?”

How could he compare with the promise of an eleventh-level strong man?

He shifted his stance, becoming more serious. "I didn't know I was so valuable. What's the deal? Tell me."

The king's gaze fell heavily on him. "Originally, since your mother had said that, I wanted to take the opportunity to let you go. If you wanted to go to Chenxi, then you could go. But now it's not possible."

"Wen Xun, the deal I want to make with you is that after I die, you will take over as the king of Dongli."

Wen Xun was stunned.

He looked up at the man on the higher ground in surprise. He was energetic and strong. For a magic warrior, he was in his fifties or sixties, which was the prime of his life.

But he said he was going to die?

Are you kidding me?

"Are you planning to commit suicide?" Wen Xun blurted out, then shook his head in denial, "You're not that kind of person."

Because his mother hated him, he grew up entirely under the personal instruction of his father.

His father was sinister, arrogant, and self-centered. He would do anything to get what he wanted. Such a person would not commit suicide. Even if he was crushed into the ground, he would still crawl up spitting blood.

So, there is only one other possibility.

He fixed his eyes on the king.

"Someone wants to kill you, and you know he wants to kill you, but you don't resist, or rather, you can't resist."

"You are indeed much smarter than your brother." The king's lips flashed with a smile, and people seemed to see relief on his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Chenxi and Yueying will soon go to war. Time is running out. Once they start fighting, Dongli will be unable to escape. In the worst case scenario, the entire continent will be engulfed in war."

"Chenxi thought they would win, but they couldn't. They didn't know what they were up against yet."

"You support Moony?"

"No." The king shook his head. "I don't support anyone. I just want to protect Dong Li, so I will definitely die. He just needs obedient pawns. But you are different. You haven't been controlled yet."

Wen Xun clenched his fists, "Who is it?"

"You'll know the answer soon." The king glanced at the crowd and found Chu Zhou was not there. He asked in surprise, "Where is the child who always follows you?"

"He went home to see his mother."

The king's eyes suddenly became strange.

"That's not good."

Suddenly, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Then the king said, "The clue I want to give you is among Chu Zhou's mother's clan."