Although Liu Laodao was surprised by Meng Zhao's keen sense of smell, his expression was unambiguous and nodded.

"I know that the Emperor is the supreme ruler of the dynasty, and the clan mansion is just a knife to deal with the royal family in the hands of the Emperor. What the Emperor knows, the Emperor must know, and what the Emperor doesn't know, the Emperor may also know."

"Oh, since that's the case, the emperor acquiesced to the existence of the Beitangxing. Could it be that he really intends to make him the crown prince?"

Meng Zhao's words were considered to be indecisive, but Old Dao Liu could hear the hidden meaning. This person with the emperor's destiny was a threat to the emperor of the dynasty.

Unless, Beitang Sheng really plans to establish this Beitang as the crown prince, he will hand over the entire Dayong world to him in the future.

Otherwise, even if the father and son are not directly attacked, they will definitely have corresponding means to suppress the other party. This is a power trick, regardless of whether the other party is his own blood descendant.

"The Emperor's intention is not something that a small person like me can understand. If you ask the old Taoist this question, I really can't answer."

"Okay, I'll change my question. Who was assigned to Beitangxing? Da Zongzheng or the Emperor?"

This time, Liu Laodao finally couldn't sit still, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, saying,

"Why did you say that? Is King Menglong a little bit prejudiced?"

"Don't blame the old Taoist priest. I am a person who is quite curious. When I hear what the gods say, I can't help but keep it in my heart. With a little deduction, I know that the old Taoist priest was definitely not by chance. He came to Beitangxing by chance, but had some assignments and even a mission. I wonder if what I said is correct?"

Liu Laodao felt powerless in his heart. Although Meng Zhao didn't understand any calculation method, his thoughts were shocking, but he just said that he had something to do, and he could only say that he was a strange person.

"The old Taoist just wanted to spend his old age in peace, and then found the twelfth prince. He hoped to use his imperial destiny and imperial aura to enjoy wealth and honor, without anyone else's instructions.

It is already a shameful thing for you to come without telling you today. Then you asked these many sensitive questions. The old Taoist really couldn't do it."

Liu Laodao only felt that Meng Zhao was acting like a domineering warrior. He was unreasonable and became more and more outspoken as he asked questions. But this person was not asking questions randomly, and he felt a little unsure, so he wanted to end the conversation.

If I say a few more words, I might even reveal my old secrets.

However, he forgot that since Meng Zhao could sneak into his room quietly, he naturally could not leave easily.

"Master, how much of your cultivation is?"

Meng Zhao ignored Liu Laodao's order to expel him, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp purple light flashed, and his tone was unpredictable.

"This is the old Taoist cultivation is far inferior to the martial arts of the Grand Master Menglong King, but he also has a glimpse of the ability of the Grand Master."

"Yes, you are the master, but the master is divided into different levels. Old Taoist priest, your master's martial arts may have unique mystery, but your combat power is really low. With my martial arts, how many moves do you think you need to kill you?"

Liu Laodao was full of confidence, but he felt that Meng Zhao would not deal with him for no reason, but now when he heard the other party say this, his heart suddenly burst into pieces, a little dizzy, his heart beat violently, his blood rushing, and even his face turned slightly red.

"This, King Menglong, what do you mean? Is it going to be unfavorable to the old Taoist?"

"Maybe, or maybe not, it all depends on whether the Taoist priest cooperates with Meng."

This reply made Liu Laodao both angry and angry, and a little scared.

Just like Meng Zhao’s question, how many moves does he need to kill Liu Laodao?

If you use all your strength, of course it will be the result of one move to kill instantly. If this is not the case, how can you be worthy of Meng Zhao's supreme magical power and the cultivation level of a great master?

However, Meng Zhao also had room for reversal in his speech, and it was not necessary to kill him, but to cooperate.

As for what to cooperate, it is obviously a tool man and intelligence dealer to answer many questions for Meng Zhao.

After thinking about it, the old Taoist priest hesitated and tentatively said,

"It's easy for King Menglong to kill me, but the old Taoist priest is just an ordinary person, so what's the use of killing me?"

"Also, even if the Dragon King really kills me, how can I face the twelfth prince?"

Meng Zhao gently flicked the nail of the index finger of his right hand. He didn't use much force, but made a hissing sound. And wherever his fingertips passed, ripples appeared in the entire space, showing his extraordinary martial arts cultivation.

"Master, the world of the strong does not need to listen to the wailing of the weak. I, Meng Zhao, need no reason to kill someone. As long as I like it, don't say it's you, even if it's ten, hundreds, thousands, and thousands, what's the matter?

As for the Beitang trip, what will happen to him, will I care?

It would be fine if he was honest, but it wouldn't be difficult if he insisted on doing something and killing him.

After all, the relationship between the master and me is always closer than that of him, right?"

Liu Laodao's fingers couldn't help but pull off a few beards, and he seemed to be in the middle of the ice and snow. The biting coldness made him tremble all over.

Meng Zhao never thinks he is a good person, so he has to believe the so-called killing of the other party, because this world is the prey of the weak, the so-called rules and the so-called rules are often formulated by those with high positions and used to restrain those with low positions.

Even, Meng Zhao is just a microcosm of a type of person. Such people are those who stand on the top of China and represent the upper class of nobles, noble families, and wealthy families.

In the latter sentence, Meng Zhao's attitude towards Beitangxing is also casual and outrageous.

A dignified prince, kill him at any time, who do you think you are?

Also, Old Dao Liu always felt that Meng Zhao was strange, the questions asked were strange, and the words he said were even more strange.

These are all ruthless words, but they just say it to the people around me, the twelfth prince.

Are you not afraid of spreading to the twelve princes or even the entire royal family?

Is Meng Zhao really ready to rebel?

After thinking about it, Liu Laodao could not understand Meng Zhao's true thoughts. He just felt that this person was really crazy. Everything he said and did was a big deal that could make a hole in the sky.

Finally, regarding the monk who was in the Heavenly Man, his relationship with Meng Zhao was even more serious than his twelfth prince. Liu Laodao did not think that the other party was making a fool of himself and talking big.

A very simple truth is that when he first looked at the face of Beitang, he obviously had a high luck and high posture.

As a result, the middle-aged monk followed Meng Zhao out for a walk, and the excitement of the face of Beitang suddenly burst into pieces, which was shocking.

It is obvious that the change in the attitude of the middle-aged monk can only be closely related to Meng Zhao.
Chapter completed!