The bright moon rises, the night is cool, and the southeast of the Three Imperial City is brightly lit and the fragrance of wine is everywhere in an inconspicuous courtyard.

The fierce marching wine was drunk into the throat, and the scorching burning sensation came, making people intoxicated.

After three rounds of wine, everyone was drunk without getting drunk. The two had different personalities and had huge age differences, but they sat together and drank happily.

Ning Chen, who has always been scheming, did not make any more scheming this time. He drank jars after jars of strong wine into his stomach, and felt the burning sensation, but his fatigue decreased a lot.

Xuan Mo looked at the young man in front of him, his mentality and opinions gradually changed. When he met for the first time, he had an average impression of this young man because he couldn't understand him.

The young man who can completely hide his mind shows how terrible his scheming is. Intuition tells him that this disciple of the Nine Nether King is not simple.

He has been stationed in the Three Imperial City for too long and has seen countless young geniuses. He has never had any favors for these powerful people who are approachable on the outside but deep on the inside.

When he first met this son, he felt the same way, but because of the Nine Nether King, he still kept it very much.

Goodbye today, this boy took two jars of wine to him to drink. He had a worse impression of this young man. Over the past few hundred years, more than one prince has come to win him over, with different methods, but the final purpose is the same.

He held the imperial guards in his hand and was in charge of the safety of the Three Imperial City. For all the princes, it was a powerful bargaining chip for the ruling. His dislike of the fight in the underworld does not mean that he did not understand these things.

Therefore, facing this disciple of the Nine Nether King, he was unwilling to beat around the bush, and directly explained his attitude.

However, what he didn't expect was that this little boy denied and dispelled his concerns after saying a few simple words.

A prince with a noble status but no qualification to inherit the throne, why should he win over the imperial commander?

He came to him just to drink.

"When you are drunk, you can look at the sword with a lamp, and dream of blowing the horns and camps. You can use moxibustion under your command for 800 miles, and you can turn the sound of the block outside the border. You can draw soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

The horse made Lu Feifei, the bow was as fast as a thunderbolt. He tried to resolve the affairs of the king and won the reputation of his life and his life, and it happened poorly in vain!"

The strong wine burned the heart and the drunkenness rushed to the mind. Ning Chen looked at the night view outside the window and murmured softly.

Lifelong struggles gradually became memories. When he was young, he led his troops to protect Daxia, fought bloody battles, and for ten years of military service, guarding the relatives and friends he cherished.

When he was young, the gods came to the world, and the catastrophe of the gods, and the life and death of life, he had to give up everything, borrowed a hundred years of foundation from heaven with his five hundred years of life, resisted the power of the gods, and sent the gods to heaven.

In his prime, the five realms merged, and the chaotic times were chaotic. The sky palace invaded, and his lips were lost and his teeth were cold. In order to prevent the Shenzhou from being robbed again, he had to raise his sword and fight again to protect the safety of the lower realm.

In middle age, he traveled far away to find the way to resurrect the ghost girl, fought against the immortals, fought against thousands of prides, and obtained the Immortal Tree and the Yaochi Water.

At a hundred years, his head was covered with white hair, and the immortal peach tree blossomed and bears fruit. The ghost girl was resurrected and under the punishment of heaven, his life ended.

However, the ghost girl saved him again, forcibly pulled him back from the gate of hell for another lifetime.

How will he walk in this life?

Drinking in one mouthful of mouthfulness into Ning Chen's eyes, perhaps one day, he woke up from his dream and returned to his youth, when he was in his prime, he dared to lose his beauty.

Poor white happens, poor white happens!

A hundred years ago, he should have been old.

On the side, Xuan Mo listened to the whispers of the young people around him, and for some reason a trace of inexplicable desolation rose in his heart.

After the king and the world are resolved, they will win the reputation of the past and after death, and it will be a pity!

This is a portrayal of the general on earth. Why does this son sigh like this?

Xuan Mo looked at the people around him, and for a long time, his eyes slightly shrank.

It was not until now that he noticed that the young man had long hair that was completely white.

Among the hundreds of races, there are not races without gray hair, so few people will notice these.

However, no matter whether he is the Demon Clan or the Human Clan, his age and realm will never be young and gray.

In the Three Imperial City, everyone was rumored that the Thirteenth Prince was a demon from the human world. Because he devoured a royal demon, he had the royal bloodline.

After staring for a long time, Xuan Mo sighed softly. It seemed that this disciple of the Nine Nether King had too many unknown pasts.

"Brother Xuan Mo, one day, if I meet on the battlefield, I will not hold back."

A sip of strong wine entered his throat, and Ning Chen suddenly spoke, and said in a surprisingly serious tone.

When Xuan Mo heard this, he looked stunned and did not react for a moment.

Ning Chen smiled slightly, said nothing more, and continued to drink silently.

He knew his identity and mission very well. Now the passage between the Primitive Demon Realm and the Heavenly Away has been opened. Although Prince Yan and the mysterious old man took action to shock the Scaled Emperor and the first batch of powerful people from the Hundred Clans, there will be a battle between the Primitive Demon Realm and the human race sooner or later.

This is a battle left over from ancient times. It is inevitable that the hundreds of tribes in the primitive demon realm will not give up this opportunity to compete for more resources, especially the demon tribe with three demon emperors. I am afraid that since ancient times, we have not given up our ambition to rule the world.

"Your Highness, I want to advise you in the end." Xuan Mo said in a deep voice.

"Brother Xuan Mo said nothing," Ning Chen said with a smile.

"The battle against imperial power has always been a battlefield without weapons, and it is even more cruel than the battlefield. If Your Highness is unintentional, it is best not to be involved in it." Xuan Mo said seriously.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop"

Ning Chen took a sip of wine silently and said, "How can you be clean in this position? Brother Xuan Mo knows that in the past few days, how many royal powerful people have come to the Jiuyou Palace?"

"Your Highness's master is King Jiuyou. If Your Highness insists on not participating in the battle against imperial power, who dares to force Your Highness?" Xuan Mo said in a narrow voice.

"The eldest prince, the third prince, the seventh prince, and the princes, and all the princes, which one is not the descendant of the third prince? I don't want to fight, it doesn't mean I can stay alone. Okay, Brother Xuan Mo, we only drink wine today and don't talk about political affairs."

Ning Chen stretched out of the wine jar and said with a smile.

Xuan Mo nodded, knocked on the wine jar, stopped talking, and raised his head to drink.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and around the two of them, the empty wine jars were piled up into small hills.

The woman came and added fresh oil to the oil lamp, and then left silently without disturbing the two.

When the moon was in the middle of the moon, Xuan Mo lay halfway in front of the door and fell asleep. He did not use his cultivation to resist the alcohol. Even the imperial commander with the king's cultivation could not stop the strong alcoholism of the marching wine.

Ning Chen drank the last jar of wine, then put the jar aside and stood up.

Not far away, the woman was waiting quietly and had not rested.

"Sister-in-law, I've been disturbed today."

Ning Chen walked forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "It's getting late, and it's time for me to go back."

"Isn't Your Highness resting here?" the woman asked softly.

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "My current identity, staying here for too long will only add unnecessary trouble to Brother Xuan Mo."

After saying that, Ning Chen bowed again and said, "Goodbye."

The woman did not try to keep her anymore and watched the former leave.

After Ning Chen left, the woman walked to the door and carefully helped the man up, saying, "This young man is good, but he is too tired to live."

Xuan Mo opened his eyes, seventy-six points drunk, and threety-six points sober, "The disciples of King Jiuyou will not be too bad."

In the Three Imperial City, Ning Chen walked forward, the night was slightly cool, the cold wind blew, and the plain clothes were flying.

At this moment, in the void, the black moon covered his eyes, and a cold light broke through the air, forcing Wuqing to kill him without any warning.

"It's finally here."

Ning Chen stopped, staring at the cold light that broke through the air, holding his right hand with a weak grip, and the magic sword appeared.

Killing millions, the world cannot tolerate it, the only one in the world, knowing the fate of Marquis Wu!
Chapter completed!