The personal sycophant of the villainous empress

The news that she was poisoned was not publicized. Only the maid Zhiyun and the poisoned maid knew.

Di Qingxian's eyes suddenly looked at Zhiyun.

Instinctively, she did not think of Su An as a poisoner.

"Your Majesty, it's not me, I didn't!" Zhiyun shook his head repeatedly.

"Okay, it's not what others told me, it's just a little trick." A pure white light curtain appeared in Su An's hand, and what was reflected on it was the appearance of the Emperor Qingxian Palace.

This is a small function added after the Gate of Wonders swallowed up the Gate of Heaven.

You can observe the nine heavens and ten places, and see the world of mortals.

Ever since he received the news about Bianhua, he has been observing the Qingdi Palace.

Di Qingxian was slightly surprised. There were various formations arranged in her palace, and Su An was able to observe her through the formations.

In less than a year apart, this little thief has grown to this point!

Then her face turned red and she glared at Su An without any trace.

If you can see poisoning, you can see something else!

With this guy's shameless temperament, she didn't think he would peek while he was being fed.

Di Qingxian, however, did not notice that there was a girl with a complicated face mixed in among the monsters below.

"It turns out that my aunt already has a daughter, with him."

Di Mengyao murmured, clenching her fists a little tight.

Being reunited with my dear aunt and being taken by the person I love are two happy things that coincide with each other.

And these two joys should have brought more joy.

But why... why does it feel like my heart is bleeding.

Obviously, it was me who came first!

She lowered her head and stared at the dragon corpses, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and grievance on these corpses.

Su An glanced out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

…

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the long table made of 100,000-year-old Purple Sea Emperor wood was smashed to pieces.

There seemed to be flames burning in Long Zhentian's eyes, and he was furious and gnashing his teeth.

"What a thief, he bullied me too much!"

He only felt that his chest was still aching, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the thief's ridicule, telling him that he had been fooled.

"uh-huh!"

After a while, two more muffled sounds sounded.

The consciousness attached to the clones of Huang Long and White Dragon was also shattered.

"Clan leader, we are defeated." Huang Long touched his aching neck with a look of reluctance.

Now their plan to conquer the demon clan has almost completely failed, not only did they not cause any damage to the demon clan.

He even lost a Yuan Shen and dozens of Pure Yang Realm tribesmen.

It’s okay if the soul of the Sea Clan dies, but those Dragon Clan in the Pure Yang Realm are the backbone of the clan!

Moreover, the energy accumulated in Hualong Pond for tens of thousands of years was lost in vain.

If it weren't for the person who disrupted the situation, they would have succeeded this time.

"You died after me, do you know the true identity of that person?" Long Zhentian asked with stern eyes and murderous intent.

Anyone who dares to sabotage his Dragon Clan's plan should be punished by death!

Huang Long frowned and shook his head. At that time, all his thoughts were on Bai Ze, and he just wanted to find someone to back him up, so that at least he wouldn't lose too badly.

"I heard something. Di Qingxian seemed to call him... Su An." Bai Long put his hand on his head and rubbed it before saying.

Although the clone's injuries did not affect the main body, the feeling of death was more deeply imprinted in the memory.

A sharp claw penetrated into his head, tearing his consciousness into pieces.

My scalp still feels itchy now.

"Su An..."

Long Zhentian muttered this name, feeling inexplicably familiar. Looking at the map behind him, he suddenly remembered, "The name of Yuan'an King who was recently granted the title by Dashang seems to be this name."

His dragon eyes looked at the void in front of him, and suddenly felt a little troublesome.

Dashang is different from the demon clan.

The lesson of Dragon Ancestor Canglong is still fresh in his mind.

"By the way, the Ancestral Dragon Spear is also on him." Huang Long opened his eyes and said, and he suddenly remembered the gun inserted into his body.

Previously, due to the impact of death, I didn't react for a while, but now that I think about it carefully, the feeling of having my bloodline suppressed is definitely the Ancestral Dragon Spear!

"Seriously!" Long Zhentian's expression suddenly changed, he became solemn, and his voice became much louder.

"It's unmistakable, that's the Ancestral Dragon Spear!" Huang Long affirmed.

If he can't even recognize the inherited spiritual treasure of his dragon clan, then his role as Dragon Ancestor will be in vain.

"Hiss, wasn't the Ancestral Dragon Spear in the hands of Young Master Long Ao before? Could it be that..." Bai Long's heart skipped a beat when he said this, and he couldn't help but look at Long Zhentian.

At this time, Long Zhentian's face was as dark as water, and his icy murderous intent made the remaining two Dragon Ancestors feel a little cold.

"Haha, okay, what a King Yuan'an!"

Long Zhentian spoke every word, his voice as heavy as Mount Sumeru.

"It turns out that Ao'er died in the hands of this person."

He stood up, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger.

He didn't want to care about the big merchants or the human race anymore. He just wanted Na Suan to kill the dragon and pay for it with his life.

"Clan leader, no!" Huang Long was shocked and hurriedly advised: "Su An is the Great Shang Prince. If we attack him, we may cause trouble and endanger the Dragon Clan!"

Back then, Canglong only took his men to occupy some territory in China, but the dragon clan almost collapsed.

If Long Zhentian is really allowed to kill that prince, the Dragon Clan may have to remain silent for tens of thousands of years.

Bai Long also hurriedly walked to Long Zhentian, talked sense, and tried to comfort him.

"He killed my Ao'er, how can I let him go like this!" Long Zhentian finally regained some sense in his eyes, but the murderous intent in his eyes still did not slow down at all, and the magic power in his body was faintly surging.

"Hey, clan leader, how could we never want to take revenge? It's just that things are different now!" Huang Long sighed.

Long Aonai is the hope for the rise of the dragon clan. His talent is superb and he is expected to break through the realm of the soul and lead the dragon clan back to its peak.

How could he not be angry when such a talented person was killed?

But he was facing a big businessman, so he could only endure it no matter how angry he was.

Thinking about how the Dragon Clan was rich all over the world and controlled the endless sea, it should have far surpassed the Monster Clan in terms of wealth. However, because of the Canglong incident, they were forced to sign the humiliating "Dragon Merchant Friendship Treaty" with Dashang.

The compensation will be 50 billion spirit stones and 15 million spirit crystals, which will be paid off in 20,000 years. The total principal and interest will be 120 billion spirit stones.

In addition, in order to express the friendship between Dashang and the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan should present Dashang with two spiritual treasures, 500 Taoist artifacts, 30,000 spiritual artifacts, 10 Yuan Shen Realm Dragon Balls, and some other precious minerals.

He was asked to abolish the title of Canglong. From then on, the dragon ancestors of the dragon clan could not be named Canglong.

As the clan leader, Long Zhentian comes from the Canglong lineage and should have inherited the name of Canglong, but with this treaty in place, he had to change his name to Qinglong.

And that huge compensation made the Dragon Clan unable to recover for tens of thousands of years.

The Dragon Clan cannot afford to do it again.

After the two men took turns persuading him, Long Zhentian's murderous intent gradually subsided, and his majestic body looked a little rickety. He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

He is a father, but he is also the leader of the Dragon Clan.

His duty is to lead the dragon clan to strength, not to let the dragon clan decline because of his actions.

In the era of Canglong, there were seven dragon ancestors in the dragon clan.

The subordinate sea clan also has three souls. At its peak, both the demons, Buddhas and monsters must avoid the sharpness of the dragon clan.

In addition, the ancestor of Canglong relied on the blood of the ancestral dragon in his body to melt the three spiritual treasures of the Dragon Pond, the Ascending Dragon Platform and the Ancestral Dragon Spear, allowing him to exert strength beyond the limits of his soul.

At that time, the Dragon Clan was so arrogant that even when facing the great merchants, they were confident enough to dare to invade China.

Although the final result was that Canglong died and the Shenglong Platform was robbed, the glory at that time was still undeniable.

But now, even including the fallen Red Dragon, there are only four Dragon Ancestors. This is all because of Cang Long's impulse, which caused most of the Dragon Clan's resources to be plundered by the shameful Great Shang. Hunting for treasure and mining to pay off debts will lead to no development.

The Dragon Clan valued Long Ao so much and handed him the Ancestral Dragon Spear precisely because Long Ao, like the original Canglong, had the blood of the Ancestral Dragon in his body.

It's a pity that Long Ao also died, faster and earlier than Cang Long.

Even the Ancestral Dragon Spear was lost in the hands of the human race.

"Ao'er... Ancestral Dragon, could it be that the fate of our Dragon Clan is really so bumpy?" Long Zhentian's eyes were filled with confusion. He seemed to be unable to see the future of the Dragon Clan.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, as if he noticed something.

His whole body was full of momentum, his eyes opened, and he asked in a scolding voice: "Who!"

It was quiet in the main hall, Huang Long and Bai Long looked at each other.

The next moment, a strange yet familiar voice sounded in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land, making the three Dragon Ancestors startled.

"Zu Long asked me to bring you a message."

"He said he missed you!"