I became my brother's cloud baby

Others didn't hear what Ren Yanxing said, but Wuzhi did.

Ren Yanxing said that the person he wants to spend the rest of his life in a mediocre way is him.

So he has to stand up, stand up, and then he can spend the rest of his life with Ren Yanxing.

Want to spend the rest of my life with him.

The idea is too strong.

He is a generation of demon kings, and he has never had such a strong idea.

So he's going to make it happen.

The red cloth that was always in Wu Zhi's pocket moved.

It seemed to be an invisible force slowly pouring into Wu Zhi's body.

Wuzhi stood up when the number of familiar words reached one.

Holding on to the frosty night, he staggered to his feet, with a look of frivolity and aloofness: "Come."

At this time, he felt as if he had returned to that time.

When he was the demon king.

He will always be alone in the lonely hall.

And there will always be different people in front of the temple, they either come to challenge him, or come to attack him.

No one has ever really cared about him.

The only lifeline in the temple is the little pigeon that Ren Yanxing often sends to see him.

Now I suddenly feel that the little pigeon may have been specially sent by Ren Yanxing to accompany him.

The man in brocade clothes froze, as if he hadn't expected Wu Zhi to stand up, but the next second he smiled and jumped over directly.

Wu Zhi looked at the man in brocade clothes, and he dodged all of them with a single dodge.

He curled his lips slightly, and then directly grabbed the man in brocade clothes' hand.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to speak out.

Hearing a click, the hand of the man in brocade was twisted violently by Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi's other hand was swift and sharp, and the hand holding the sword was spinning the sword quickly.

The man in brocade clothes failed to respond, so he was stabbed by Wu Zhi.

Wuzhi never knows the severity of his strikes, and he will not leave anyone with a way out.

This sword pierced extremely deeply, directly piercing the chest of the man in brocade, and the bloody sword extended from his chest, leaving behind a patch of red-stained clothes.

Someone secretly marveled.

From the moment Wuzhi stood up, in just a few seconds, he was enough for everyone to witness the entire transformation from low to high.

Even the examiner's eyes lit up.

There were many things about this man that he had never seen before.

The examiner has also presided over many Zhangzhou conferences. What kind of people have never met before, no doubt they came here to chase fame and fortune and sit on the throne.

There is desire in their eyes, the desire for power, the desire for material things.

But the person in front of him is not there.

His eyes were indifferent.

What kind of person would be able to achieve such indifference, the person standing at the top of the power, proud of the world.

The examiner rummaged through the endless information, but only found the information about his birth village.

The man in brocade clothes on the stage was crumbling. He knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest, his face was extremely painful, and even a little distorted.

Being stabbed by Frost Night must be like this.

Wuzhi withdrew his sword silently, then walked towards the man in brocade clothes unhurriedly: "Ten..."

"Nine……"

"Eight……"

Several girls around whispered to Wu Zhi: "Seven..."

The man in brocade clothes clutched his chest, frowned, and fell to the ground with a plop.

At the same time, the ending sound of "one" has just fallen.

"You lost." Wuzhi grinned.

The examiner showed joy: "Congratulations, young master, for passing the initial test."

Wuzhi raised his eyes and looked at Ren Yanxing who was standing aside.

Those who take the first test will have a special room.

The room is located in the white palace on Yunfu Island, with a luxurious interior. There are several entangled golden dragons carved on the white pillars, as if they will jump out in the next second.

The dragon symbolizes the identity of the person in power, and most people really dare not use this thing to decorate the room.

The Zhangzhou Conference is held to select the next successor to the throne, that is to say, everyone who passes the preliminary test may become the next king.

The endless room is the one on the farthest side. When you open the windows here, you can also see the clouds floating in the sky, reflecting layers of colorful light on the windows.

Wu Zhi was sitting on the bed, exposing a broken arm.

Ren Yanxing sat in front of the bed, took out a white bandage to wrap Wu Zhi.

His bandaging technique was very delicate, covering Wuzhi's wound circle by circle, and he did not forget to apply some medicine to Wuzhi.

Wu Zhi looked at him leisurely for a while, but he was no longer serious, and he stretched out his hand to embrace him: "Is what you said today true?"

Ren Yanxing raised his eyes: "Yes."

Wu Zhi stretched out his hand to touch his earlobe, and said in a serious tone: "Don't go back on your word."

Ren Yanxing looked up at him.

Wuzhi approached him a little bit, and began to look at him maliciously: "But today's outfit... suits you quite well."

Ren Yanxing knew what he was thinking, just about to break free from him and get up, but was held down again, with a low and hoarse voice: "Don't go."

"Stay with me today."

Ren Yanxing didn't speak any more.

Seeing that Ren Yanxing didn't speak any more, Wu Zhi lowered his head and bit him on the neck.

It was the pear blossom fragrance he was familiar with.

Very fragrant, he likes it very much.

A few strands of hair hang down on the fair neck, wrapping around the slender neck, making it even more alluring.

Wuzhi was slightly stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head and bit the fair and clean neck a few times, and even stuck out his tongue to lick it.

He held Ren Yanxing even tighter, and held his waist tightly.

This is his person and he doesn't want to let go.

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