Beast Tamer: Carrying a small world of the end times with you

Yan Country, the capital.

"Are you saying that Ning Tianman's current strength is already close to the Foundation Realm?"

The Emperor frowned.

"Yes, besides his own strength, there is also the further enhancement of his strength after his berserk state. That night, the military region was quite a ruckus."

"Damn it, a politician who has hardly been on the battlefield for so many years, how can he break through to the Foundation Realm?"

The Emperor rarely swore.

Originally, he had already regarded Ning Tianman as a discarded pawn. Even though he had made great achievements in the past, since he entered politics, the official treatment of the Ning faction has never been neglected.

Isn't this a reward for Ning Tianman's past loyalty?

It's just that after the myriad races were expelled, the Ning faction, no matter how you look at it, looks like a thorn deeply embedded in the flesh of Yan Country.

Unlike the Wang faction, the empire no longer needs the Ning faction's abilities. The national treasury will not support a group of useless people.

Originally, the Emperor of Yan Country planned to turn a blind eye. Those rumors said that Ning Tianman would not live long. Whether he was willing to return home to retire or hide in Du Xiuming's place, it was fine.

In short, as long as he didn't stir up trouble, there was no need to kill this old general.

Then, that incident happened in the military region. The entire military region was in chaos, and I don't know how many military True Kings suppressed that old man.

This matter was sealed off very tightly, even those Ning faction True Kings and Wang faction True Kings have not yet reacted.

The out-of-control Ning Tianman was too terrifying, and the Emperor could no longer pretend not to see it.

"Old Ning is now being held in the underground of the military region, Your Majesty, how should we deal with him?"

The Emperor felt a headache. Recently, it seemed that Qian Er's side was also a bit uneasy. Although he didn't know what Qian Er was busy with, anything that could make Qian Er personally act would definitely not be a trivial matter.

It was a pity that his "brother" had not revealed a single word to him. The Emperor was very well-behaved and did not presume to ask anything more.

No matter what he said on the surface, he still had a deep fear of Qian Er in his heart.

It wasn't that he was afraid that Qian Er would rebel, but that he was afraid that his rash actions would ruin Qian Er's affairs. Last time, taking the initiative to send troops to reinforce him made him very uneasy.

"Qian Aiqing, I wonder what you have been busy with recently?"

The Emperor looked out the window, his erratic thoughts causing the scout behind him to not react for a moment.

After a pause, the scout shook his head.

"This subordinate does not know."

"Old Ning is in the underground of the military region, guarded by those newly promoted Foundation Realm Dark Element True Kings. There shouldn't be any mistakes, it's just…"

"It's just what?"

"Although Old Ning has also stayed in the military region, that was many years ago. People leave, and tea cools. That night, many Beast Masters were injured."

"The most seriously injured have not yet woken up."

"So the military region is now of one mind, wanting Ning Tianman's life. Even Du Xiuming can't suppress it."

In addition to facing the Wang faction's pursuit, there is no place for him in the military region.

The current Ning Tianman is really a bit miserable.

The Emperor hesitated for a moment.

"Let's wait and see. Don't take action. He has connections behind him. He has a good personal relationship with Professor Zheng Xin, and Zheng Xin is Qian Er's old mentor."

"There are now several Foundation Realm Beast Masters in the military region. Rotating shifts will do. There is no need to rush to take his life."

"Yes."

As for those officials of the Ning faction, after that court meeting, although they didn't know what exactly happened, they could feel that the wind direction was not right.

Before, the Emperor was only ignoring and neglecting the Ning faction, but his expression that day clearly showed a murderous intent.

These past few days, the several officials of the Ning faction have very tacitly chosen to feign illness. Anyway, there is no place for them to speak in the court.

… …

Ning faction headquarters.

Old Hai and Old Liu both had dark circles under their eyes and looked exhausted.

Successive blows were too much for them to bear.

Originally, that surge of ambition to compete with the Wang faction had already vanished.

Last night, the two of them discussed "What exactly does the Emperor mean?" all night, but still didn't come up with any clues.

"Old Hai, Old Wang."

A servant appeared in front of the two with a tray.

"Where can I still eat now."

Old Hai sighed, picked up a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

"Old Ning, ah, Old Ning, the Ning faction is already like this, aren't you planning to come back yet?"

"Are you really willing to watch our years of hard work be destroyed?"

To them, the Ning faction was like their child. No matter how down and out, deep down, they still had feelings for it.

A wife is fragrant from another family, but a child is good from one's own family.

They thought about it all night, but didn't figure anything out. They didn't figure out what the Emperor meant, nor did they figure out how to resist Wang Xiaobao.

They now regarded Zheng Xin as the only life-saving straw for the Ning faction.

At this moment, inside Zheng Xin's courtyard.

"Ah, refreshing ~"

Zheng Xin and Yong Xuehai were lying on lounge chairs, with a pot of hot tea on the small table between them.

"How is it? The Ning faction is a good place, right?"

Zheng Xin turned his head slightly, squinting his eyes with some comfort.

"It's good. No need to go to class, clothes are handed, food is opened, more comfortable than the old Emperor."

Yong Xuehai laughed heartily.

The two of them were truly treated like emperors in the Ning faction. No matter what they wanted, Old Hai and Old Liu would try their best to get it for them.

"Now, those Beast Masters of the Ning faction don't dare to go out alone, for fear that Wang Xiaobao will strike them."

"Do you have any conscience? Eating other people's food and still talking about them like this behind their backs."

"Damn, are you embarrassed to say me?"

The small courtyard was peaceful.

… …

Apocalyptic world.

Qian Er clenched one hand and held a fist blade in the other. The tide of corpses around him stretched as far as the eye could see.

He had been fighting continuously in this place for a week, and his whole body had turned into a solid blood man again.

The fist blade in his hand did not know how much blood it had been stained with, becoming very smooth. It was really difficult for ordinary people to hold such a fist blade.

Qian Er wiped the blood on his face, and at the same time, countless dry claws grabbed towards him.

But as the golden light flashed, those zombies were instantly knocked away.

Qian Er seemed to not know fatigue at all, and the fist blade in his hand danced with great power, splashing blood and flesh around him.

He didn't count how many cities he had cleared, and he had forgotten how many sunrises and sunsets had passed since he set foot on this land.

He lowered his head, spat out a mouthful of blood that flowed into his mouth, and smiled.

"I have to find a chance to make another weapon when I go back."