"I'll talk to the city lord about something."

Wen Zilong's face was filled with a warm smile as bright as the spring sunshine.

The guard looked Wen Zilong and Feng Wang up and down a few times and asked, "Are you He Manlong?"

Wen Zilong smiled slightly and said, "Long Xiao Jiutian Ferocious Beast Shop's big boss, Changshan Wen Zilong is also."

"Boss? What does it mean?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "It's what the big boss means."

“How big is it?”

“It’s big.”

Wen Zilong replied.

The guard asked again: "What's the matter with the city lord?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "Discuss a business."

"Our city lord never does business."

"That's because I didn't meet me."

The guard glanced at Wen Zilong a few more times.

From the answers of this deformed barbarian dragon, he felt that this deformed barbarian dragon was extraordinary.

"You wait for a moment, and I'll go in and report it now."

As he said that, the guard left quickly.

About ten minutes later, the guard finally came back and said to Wen Zilong:

"Our city lord said we can meet you, please come with me."

"Thank you."

Wen Zilong and Feng Wang followed the guard and entered the city lord's mansion.

I saw that the city lord's mansion was grand, but it seemed a bit too rough.

Wen Zilong was a little disliked by this style.

Soon, they met the Lord of Asgard City, the eighth-level peak powerhouse, Luo Wuji.

This barbarian dragon should be the strongest barbarian dragon Wen Zilong has seen so far.

The barbarian dragon is nearly four meters tall and looks tall and burly.

Two thick fangs about ten centimeters long are exposed outside.

The face looks very ferocious.

He stretched out his hand to Wen Zilong: "Sit."

Wen Zilong nodded and sat down.

The city lord Luo Wuji asked, "I heard that you want to discuss business with me?"

Wen Zilong nodded: "To be precise, it's a transaction."

“What deal?”

Luo Wuji asked.

Wen Zilong said: "You exchange your loyalty to me for your life."

Luo Wuji heard this and laughed instead of anger.

Laugh out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

All the windows were shaking with laughter.

The teacup on the table was shaking so hard that it was laughing.

The tea in the teacup was laughing so hard that it kept churning, as if it had just boiled.

Amid such laughter, King Feng felt that his heart was beating constantly with Luo Wuji's laughter.

It gave him the feeling as if the laughter stopped, his heart would stop beating.

The eighth-level peak powerhouse is so terrifying.

Wen Zilong just sat there calmly, still smiling on his face, nodded and said, "Well, it seems that the quality is good. This deal is not a loss."

Seeing Wen Zilong's face unchanged in his laughter, Luo Wuji turned calm and composed.

He was also a little surprised.

But he still smiled and asked, "Life is mine, not in your hands, why should I change it?"

Wen Zilong shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

Luo Wuji said: "Am I wrong?"

Wen Zilong said: "It's ridiculously wrong."

Luo Wuji smiled and said, "You are the early eighth level, and you have such confidence in front of my eighth level peak?"

Wen Zilong said: "Confidence comes from strength."

Luo Wuji said: "Strength? You are two levels lower than me. Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk about strength in front of me?"

Wen Zilong also smiled and said, "It seems that you have been practicing for so many years and have been practicing in the dog's belly. Who told you that if you have a high level, you have strong strength?"

Luo Wuji said: "I have lived for more than three hundred years and have never seen anyone who can challenge me above the level. Isn't this a problem?"

Wen Zilong said: "That only means you have a short-term understanding."

Luo Wuji said: "You are provoking a barbarian dragon who is two levels higher than you. Do you know that the strong are majestic and cannot be offended."

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "In front of me, there are all ants below the ninth level."

Luo Wuji said: "What a big tone."

Wen Zilong said: "The tone also comes from strength."

Luo Wuji finally got angry and said, "Then I want to see it."

As he said that, he stood up.

Just as he stood up, a white dagger appeared quietly.

It quietly pressed against his neck.

The white dagger was as if condensed from ice and snow, and contained a cold murderous aura.

Luo Wuji could clearly feel that this cold white dagger could kill him.

Even if I have a few cards to save my life, this white dagger can still kill me.

What a strong killer!

Being able to enter his city lord's mansion silently and make him feel unable to resist. This killer is so strong that he can assassinate all barbarian dragons below the ninth level.

However, the white dagger did not move again at this time.

Wen Zilong asked Luo Wuji with a smile: "Are you convinced?"

Luo Wuji stared at Wen Zilong with cold eyes: "I don't accept that killer."

Wen Zilong laughed and said, "That killer convinced me."

Luo Wuji said: "You are just a transaction relationship."

Wen Zilong sneered: "What if I say he is 100% loyal to me?"

Luo Wuji sneered: "Impossible."

Wen Zilong said: "Ice Blade, show up."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind and snow swept into the hall.

In the wind and snow, a barbarian dragon was already standing.

A white robe that floats like a fairy.

It doesn't look like a killer, it looks like an immortal.

His appearance always reminds Wen Zilong of a classical Chinese:

It floats like the flowing wind returning to the snow.

"Lord Dragon."

Ice Blade lowered his head slightly to Wen Zilong.

When Luo Wuji saw the Ice Blade, the expression on his face finally changed completely.

"You're the Ice Blade?"
To be continued...