Sitting under the screen in the room, Zhu Minglang talked softly to Li Xinghua about all the numerology details. He no longer needed to search for numerology clues. All he needed was to eliminate some possible unstable factors.

For some reason, just describing all this, Zhu Minglang felt a slight feeling of tension.

This action is the real fate. There will be no chance to start over again, and you must not take any wrong steps, otherwise you will be doomed!

"Okay, let's go." Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and kept all the numerology clues in mind.

"Well, young master, even if something unpredictable still happens and someone leaves, young master, please remain calm. We have done our best." Li Xinghua reminded.

Zhu Minglang smiled and said, "I must have it sometimes in my destiny, but I must force it no matter how long I am in my destiny. I will do my best to do my best in my destiny, as for..."

Zhu Minglang did not say the second half.

After all, some people are irreplaceable in Zhu Minglang's heart, and even if they only have the last breath, they will never let fate fiddle!!

...

The cell is dimly lit.

Shangzhuang handed the blood poison bottle to Zhu Minglang, then leaned back, squatting in the corner of the cell with some silence.

"I hope it won't work." Shang Zhuang murmured to himself.

Zhu Minglang was about to turn around and leave, but he paused for a moment and did not look back. Instead, he said to Shangzhuang: "Actually, you have an answer in your heart, but you just don't dare to verify it. But have you ever thought that those people in the Quelang Divine City, if you never expose his ugly face, will make more people pay the same price as your tribe's people. He is not the evil immortal, and in the end he has preserved a little bit of humanity."

Shang Zhuang raised his head and looked at Zhu Minglang who was a little angry, but he was speechless.

Finally, he felt his stupidity, and realized that his confusion and hesitation were actually helping the evil...

"Please, let's take him off for me. The people of our God of Croe Wolf Star should realize that the god they worship is a devil in a garment!" Shang Zhuang buried his head under his knees and said in pain.

"I can." Zhu Minglang said this and suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Shang Zhuang, "By the way, I borrow your beast robe and clothes for me."

"???" Shangzhuang was confused.

...

Before leaving the city, Zhu Minglang changed some of his previous lifelines.

He brought one more person, the Yin Ling Master girl Zhirou.

After going to Beijueling and taking the Emperor Honggeng of the Shengque, if he is there, Zhu Minglang can join forces with Zhu Tianguan to deal with the Gelang God Shangbai, and his chances of victory will be greater.

Entering the dark vortex and reaching the intersection of the underworld, the ghost master girl curled up beside Li Xinghua. She seemed to be able to see more things than others...

Entering the flow of time, almost the same as before, Nuwa Dragon was training the slender hands of the Night Niangniang, and Zhu Minglang was also trying to absorb some special Yin Realm spirits, turning them into a relatively rich Yin Spiritual Aura and injecting them into the body of Tianshalong.

The Tianshalong in the spiritual realm raised his head and looked at Zhu Minglang with some confusion.

Why did the dragon raiser treat this Dragon King so well today?

In the past, spiritual energy was distributed evenly to every dragon.

...

Still heading to the Imperial Palace.

This time they came earlier. Zhu Minglang already knew the deployment of the imperial concubine's garrison, and easily sneaked into the imperial concubine's bedroom.

Zhu Minglang still had some doubts in his heart.

Who cut off the wrist of Empress Zhu and allowed her to bear the pain of blood slowly flowing to death? Was Zhu Tianguan sent someone to do it?

As before, Empress Zhu sat in the empty palace, still alone, with a calm expression of a certain indifference of known life and death.

She betrayed the Zhumen, but still could not gain the trust of the emperor Zhao Yuan.

She was desperate.

She was like a person who was waiting for death quietly.

However, Zhu Minglang still didn't see anyone coming here before him and Zhao Yuan.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuzhi moaned, she held back something, staring at her wrist...

Her wrist slowly split, and there was nothing around, and she had not seen any weapon. Her wrist seemed to tear it apart, and a terrible wound appeared!

Zhu Minglang widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw!

It's some weird power!

But Zhu Minglang has seen similar scenes.

When he was torturing Shang Hanxu, Shang Hanxu suddenly bleeding from his five holes, and the blood in his body penetrated out of his skin and flowed outside. The way of death was strange and terrible, and it was clearly a curse!!

The God of War curse!!!

Zhu Yuzhi did not die at herself or at the hands of others, she died at the curse of the God of Service!!

No wonder the immortal rabbit dragon arbella, which can heal the wound, worsened the wound, and the curse cannot be cured!!

Although this curse of the God of Assistant God is not as cruel as Shang Hanxu, it is also a death-taking curse, irreversible and hard to save the gods!

Princess Zhu still held back and said nothing.

She pulled a robe from the side and covered her body, but blood flowed down her wrist to the chair and to the ground...

She murmured to herself, showing a kind of repentance and pain, but she did not beg, but was just regretting.

It can be seen that she is still loyal to the god she serves, but she knows that she has committed an unforgivable sin.

"Grand aunt."

Zhu Minglang walked in front of Zhu Yuzhi and looked at her incomprehensible.

"It's you..." Empress Zhu felt a little guilty on her face, especially when she saw that the person coming was Zhu Minglang.

"You are cursing the God of Service. Which God do you serve?" Zhu Minglang couldn't believe it. Empress Zhu was actually a god of service!

Zhu Yuzhi smiled coldly, but did not answer Zhu Minglang's question.

"Say sorry to the Heavenly Official on my behalf." Zhu Yuzhi turned the topic and said indifferently, "I want to say goodbye to Zhao Yuan at this last moment, is it OK?"

As he said that, Zhu Yuzhi pointed to the incense burner next to him with his other hand, telling Zhu Minglang the location of the ancient lantern jade.

"My father didn't blame you. He knew that some things were involuntarily." Zhu Minglang comforted.

Hearing this sentence, Zhu Yuzhi's face rarely changed. She laughed, and finally felt warm. The pain of the curse of the God of the God seemed to have decreased a lot, and she no longer had too much fear of death.

Princess Zhu wanted to say something, but after looking at Zhu Minglang, after looking at him for a long time, he finally shook his head gently, as if he felt that he should not interfere with anything anymore.
Chapter completed!