Chapter 293 Oolong

Listening to the Marshal's questioning, Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then calmed down in an instant.

"What do you mean, Marshal? Yuanshi is not the descendant of the Demon Lord, he passed the test of the tiger talisman."

Even when facing the supreme leader of the White Tiger Army, Fu Qingyang still maintained a cold attitude.

"Rule-based props are not omnipotent, but all rules have loopholes." The female marshal maintained the posture of holding the file upright, shook the women's long military boots on the table twice, and said:

"Yuanshi Tianzun is a good talent, very talented, and very good at attacking dungeons, but compared to the Demon Lord, he is still a little worse, and compared to me, the same is true, but his various achievements in the extraordinary realm are more outstanding than mine and the Demon Lord.

"Based on this alone, he has many doubts in my eyes."

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "What you call a little worse is your subjective conjecture, and I think that results are the standard for judging everything. "

Faced with Mr. Fu's ruthless rebuttal, the female marshal was not angry at all, and chuckled:

"It is indeed subjective, but there is a sense of induction between geniuses. For example, Guan Ya, I think she is very good, but there is a big gap between her and the top geniuses.

"For example, you, I think you are mediocre, and the facts prove that your talent is indeed very bad. And the Demon Lord, although I hate his character.

"But I have to admit that he is the only one of his peers who can be promoted to demigod. What he lacks is time.

"Unfortunately, the Yuanshi Tianzun you value did not give me this feeling. So I subjectively speculated that there is water in his record."

At this point, the female marshal put down the file and revealed her appearance.

In addition to a head of soft white hair, her eyelashes are also white, thick and curled, like two small white brushes, and her eyes are light green, not the green eyes of white people, but more like alienation.

Clear and bright, like the most beautiful gem in the world.

Her eyes are big and round, with slightly upturned corners, which makes her look very impressive and majestic.

The eyes account for 60% of a person's facial features, and the eyes under the white eyelashes are peerless.

Her other facial features are as outstanding as her eyes. Her face is white, with a cold background, thin and moist lips, and a straight and beautiful nose. Her temperament is not graceful, charming or elegant, but a kind of breathtaking majesty.

Coupled with her eyes that are as bright as gems and majestic, her temperament of holding the country with one hand and being the only one is highlighted.

This is a woman who makes people kneel down and shout "Long live your majesty" when they see her.

The female marshal said in a cold voice: "You should know that for a scout of my level, subjective assumptions often represent facts."

Fu Qingyang sneered:

"I just think you've lost your mind."

The female marshal threw the document aside, hooked her green jade fingers, and a chocolate on the plate flew up by itself. She took off her coat and put herself in her mouth.

The female marshal smacked her lips, "Then let's talk about something that is not subjective. In the killing copy, I saw Yuanshi Tianzun use a prop of the Demon Lord. It is not a prop for the Night Wandering God profession. Theoretically, he cannot get it. What do you think about this?"

Fu Qingyang frowned:

"This can indeed increase the suspicion that he is the descendant of the Demon Lord, but it cannot be used as ironclad evidence. Marshal, I have just been promoted to the Lord, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you have something to say, just say it directly."

While he was talking, the female marshal had already hugged the milk tea on the table to her chest and sipped it.

She did not answer Fu Qingyang directly, but said to herself:

"I'll tell you something you don't know. After the death of the Demon Lord, all the props he controlled, including the things that the leader of the Dark Night Rose and the Taiyi Sect Master wanted, did not return to the spiritual realm.

"According to the deduction of the Taiyi Sect Master, they were somehow left in the character card. Therefore, the descendants of the Demon Lord are very important to the Dark Night Rose and the Taiyi Sect."

After saying that, she glanced at the chocolate candy on the table, and suddenly, a chocolate floated up and flew towards Fu Qingyang. In the process, it stripped itself naked.

Fu Qingyang waved his hand to knock off the chocolate candy, frowned and said:

"What is in the Demon Lord's character card?"

The level involved in this matter is difficult for ordinary elders to know, but the female marshal told him without hesitation, "Do you know the prophecy of the Bright Compass? The first sentence at the beginning is when the sun, moon and stars return to their positions. Now there is one missing, how to return to their positions?"

Fu Qingyang suddenly realized, "I understand. The Demon Lord controls one of the three supreme items of the Night Wandering God. If Yuanshi is the descendant of the Demon Lord, then the Five Elements Alliance will definitely hand him over to the Taiyi Sect. "

The Taiyi Sect and the Five Elements Alliance are of the same origin. The strongest Night Wanderer in the world is the target of investment by the Five Elements Alliance, just like the Shura of the Military Bishop invested in the leader of the Dark Night Rose.

The prophecy involving the Compass of Light is too high. Even if Yuanshi has the qualifications to be the leader of the alliance, he still has the qualifications.

The Five Elements Alliance will not have the patience to wait for a genius to grow to the highest level. Besides, whether it can reach that step is still an unknown.

Unless everyone in the Five Elements Alliance is Yuanshi Tianzun's father, otherwise, from the perspective of investors, how to choose is self-evident.

The female marshal put the milk tea back on the table, sat up straight, stared at the distance with her proud eyes, and said:

"Whether Yuanshi Tianzun is the descendant of the Demon Lord remains to be verified. This is not difficult. The lies that the tiger talisman cannot detect, I can. No one can lie in front of my eyes, not even the demigods of the same level.

"Bring Yuanshi Tianzun here now, and we will know whether he is the descendant of the Demon Lord."

Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and his dark and deep eyes turned sharp. "Then why not do it, Marshal."

The gem-like green eyes and the deep black eyes like a cold pond stared at each other for a few seconds. The former took the lead in shining his eyes, smiled, and chuckled:

"Because I want to know your attitude towards Yuanshi Tianzun.

"If he is just an insignificant subordinate to you, then I will personally confirm his identity. He will not die, but his opportunity will be transferred to Taiyi Sect Master.

"If you are willing to cultivate him and regard him as your confidant, then everything we said today will be treated as if it never happened after you leave.

"After all, although I am the marshal of the White Tiger Army, I am also your sister. "

Hearing this, Fu Qingyang waved his hand and let the chocolate fly back. He tasted the bitter taste and said lightly:

"He is my subordinate and a member of the White Tiger Guard. Why should I give the opportunity of my subordinate to Taiyi Sect?"

The female marshal looked calm and didn't seem surprised. She said:

"You should have suspected that he was the descendant of the Demon Lord."

Fu Qingyang said frankly:

"Whether he is the descendant of the Demon Lord or not, it's the same to me."

The female marshal nodded and said:

"If one day his identity is exposed, then you will bear all the consequences yourself. I won't cover for you."

Fu Qingyang swallowed the candy in his mouth and said proudly:

"He is my man in life and my ghost in death. I have the final say on how to deal with him. Before others make comments, ask my sword first. "

"Pa pa." The female marshal clapped her hands vigorously and praised: "As expected of Mr. Qian, you are so domineering. By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion to the master."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up and waved her hand. The bookshelf, desk, comics, snacks, etc. all disappeared.

White light spurted out from the palm of the female marshal's hand, condensing into a three-foot green sword, and said expressionlessly:

"Please, Mr. Qian, who has just been promoted to the master, give me some advice. "

Fu Qingyang: "."

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

In the elegantly decorated reception room, Fu Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. He tilted his body, seemed to be unstable, and fell down tiredly on the handmade sofa.

The handsome Mr. Qian was no longer as handsome as before. His left face was swollen like a pig's head, his right eye was bruised and congested, and two molars were broken.

His legs were also broken.

The white suit was covered with sword marks and became ragged, bloodshot. Dripping.

Fu Qingyang slumped down on the sofa, took a few breaths, and then saw a golden transparent injection on the coffee table.

Before he came in, there was no such thing on the coffee table.

The life essence was ready, and this rubbish woman Fu Qingyang silently picked up the injection and injected a tube of life essence into the neck vein.

After the injury recovered, Fu Qingyang grabbed the mobile phone on the coffee table and called his assistant, his voice was cold and ruthless:

"Prepare to return to Songhai! "

The sun gradually sank into the horizon, and night had not yet fallen.

Zhang Yuanqing handed the handle to Xiao Doubi, smelled the rich aroma of food, and touched the living room.

The table was full of delicious dishes, steamed crabs, black chicken soup, Songhai sea bass, braised bamboo shoots, sweet and sour pork, garlic greens, crispy roast duck, and stir-fried lettuce.

The dishes were so rich that it could be called a banquet.

Grandma was still busy in the kitchen, and the iron shovel and iron pot made a "ping-pong" sound.

Poor Jiang Yuer was drafted and imprisoned by his grandmother in the small kitchen to help.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, chewed it, and heard his grandmother's voice from the kitchen:

"Yuanzi, has your girlfriend arrived?"

"Let me ask." Zhang Yuanqing grabbed his mobile phone and sent a message to Guan Ya: "Is she there? I'm waiting for you to start the meal. "

From the afternoon, he bombarded Guan Ya with phone calls and text messages, telling her that if she didn't come, the whole family would go to her place.

Guan Ya didn't agree at first, but she was really pestered by him and said reluctantly: OK!

"Half an hour!" Guan Ya replied.

"You said half an hour ago, I will wait for you for five minutes at most. If you don't come, then change the place to eat." Zhang Yuanqing sent a message.

"Oh, so annoying, five minutes!" Guan Ya's message was full of reluctance.

Zhang Yuanqing shouted to the kitchen:

"Five more minutes, I'll go down to pick her up."

He knew Guan Ya would definitely come. The old driver always kept her word, but she was a little hypocritical.

"Bang! "

The security door was closed, and Zhang Yuanqing went out.

On the other side, in the bedroom, a breeze blew from the window, and the curtains swayed slightly.

A goddess in colorful feathered clothes and a female ghost in a bright red wedding dress descended into the bedroom.

It was the old man and the ghost bride.

As soon as they appeared, the handle floating in front of the TV suddenly "clicked" to the ground.

Niangniang Sandaoshan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a chubby and cute little baby, crying loudly, rolling and crawling through the wall to escape.

"That's the little spirit servant raised by my husband. "The ghost bride explained softly.

The old man nodded slightly.

She had been in the mortal world for two days and had almost adapted to the changes of the times. She had seen many new things and understood the lifestyle of modern people.

Very interesting!

Unfortunately, many things that she thought were worth experiencing had to be given up because she had no physical body.

-The body of a mortal was not strong enough to bear her possession.

"My husband is not in the room." The ghost bride carefully sensed it and did not detect Zhang Yuanqing's breath.

The goddess of Sandaoshan cast her eyes on the desk drawer, where she sensed the demon-suppressing pestle.

She came to reality at noon two days ago, and it has been exactly two days until noon today. Now it has been more than half a day, and her breath is weakening every minute and every second.

"Hey, my goddess, your husband has prepared a physical body for you. "

Just as the Sandashan Goddess was about to return, she saw the maid Bai Lan, wearing a red veil, happily opening the door of the closet.

In the closet, stood a beautiful, exquisite and flawless body.

After a slight hesitation, the Sandashan Goddess glanced in the direction of the living room and said thoughtfully:

"Why not try some worldly fireworks before leaving? "

Not being able to eat a meal was the most regrettable thing for her in the past two days.

She only knew three of the modern people's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The old man took a step forward and disappeared into the body of the blood rose. The next second, the corpse opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. His eyes were restrained and not dull or cold.

The Sandashan Goddess stepped out of the closet, turned the door of the bedroom, and came to the living room.

She carefully looked at the layout of the living room and the food on the table, and stood by the table for a long time.

At this time, an old woman with gray hair came out with the last plate of chopped pepper fish head.

The four eyes met.

The grandmother's face was full of surprise, and she said:

"You are here, sit down, sit down"