Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

However, he was not willing to capture weak monsters and raise them as his own food like other monsters in the tribe. When he caught new food, he would ruthlessly throw away the previous food or give it away to become food for other monsters.

As the spirits paid more and more attention to their own safety, the monsters were able to catch fewer and fewer spirits. Gradually, a kind of blood-thirsty behavior began to secretly emerge among the spirits because they were too hungry.

Zhuo Yu, who had witnessed it with his own eyes, became extremely disgusted with bloodthirsty things, but his demon instinct made it impossible for him to resist the taste of blood.

Therefore, after he discovered that the grave beggars had the ability to activate the blood of dead animals, he had been relying on drinking the blood of dead animals to solve the problem over the years.

"...I killed him, stabbed him through, cut off his head, and used it as a sacrifice to my relatives."

Zhuo Yu suddenly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a morbid smile on his face: "Isn't he the son that the old king values ​​the most? Then I will replace him and become his son."

"Little Butterfly, tell me, if he knew that his beloved son had always been a demon like me, would he be so angry that he would die?"

That kind of scene must be very exciting.

Zhuo Yu wanted not only to replace Qi Fanyu's identity as a prince, he also wanted the throne. If monsters could be the rulers of this empire, then so could he, a demon spirit.

"Little Butterfly, you will support me, right?"

He wanted to share the supreme position and power of this empire with his little butterfly and be respected by the people.

Chaoxi raised her hand and pinched his earlobe: "Well, I will always stand by your side."

Zhuo Yu's eyes were filled with excitement. He pretended to hold her waist and press her down on the sofa to kiss her: "Little Butterfly, let me kiss you."

This time, he wanted to kiss his little butterfly himself.

Chaoxi shook her head and held his shoulder: "Wait a minute, Ayu, you should deal with this eavesdropping little mouse first."

As he spoke, the light blue wings behind Chaoxi appeared and flapped gently twice. A man dressed as a servant fell out from behind the white Roman column along with the silver tray in his hand.

As soon as Zhuo Yu saw the man's face, his eyes instantly turned sinister: "Grave beggar."

Oh, that old guy, the king seemed to have really begun to doubt his identity and even sent out his most trusted attendant.

It's not his fault.

When the man heard him shouting, his face suddenly changed. The goat spirit guard of the Fifth Prince only followed the Fifth Prince's orders and acted: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare my life. I didn't hear anything."

Muqi stepped out and said, "Your Highness has given your orders."

Zhuo Yu raised his hand, retracted his gaze, and carefully touched her wings that she had not yet retracted. Zhao Xi shuddered and quickly retracted her wings. She shyly pushed him away: "You are not allowed to touch my wings."

He grabbed her hand, squeezed it, and just looked at her for a while. It turned out that the wings of a little butterfly were so sensitive.

also very beautiful.

They were the most beautiful wings he had ever seen.

"Tomb Guard, Tomb Guard, if you let me go, I will go back and report to His Majesty and make you the chief guard of the palace, no, the chief guard."

The tomb beggar shook his head: "No need."

He just needs to stay by His Highness' side and protect Him.

As soon as the man finished speaking, in front of his wide eyes, the tomb beggar turned into a transparent sphere and possessed his body.

He was turned into a corpse whose blood had been drained alive.