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With the blood of the werewolf in his hands, Meng Renbang quickly developed an antidote for Xu Xingzhou to take based on his previous research experience.

It was already the next day when Xu Xingzhou woke up.

"Young Master Xu! You're awake!" Huan Song watched for a whole day and night, and now he finally let out a long breath when he saw Xu Xingzhou wake up.

The bitten place on Xu Xingzhou's shoulder was wrapped in gauze, and there was no longer black blood flowing down, but normal red blood gradually oozing out.

"hiss--"

Xu Xingzhou hissed softly, his face was still a little pale.

"Uncle Meng, Uncle Meng, Young Master Xu has woken up!" Huan Song called out, then went to the bed and asked Xu Xingzhou how he was feeling.

Meng Renbang opened the door and came in, "How do you feel?"

Xu Xingzhou's bloodless lips parted, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Fortunately, thank you Uncle Meng."

"You don't need to thank me," Meng Renbang waved his hand, and walked over to check his wound. "If you want to thank me, wait for you to recover and go to Cappadocia in person. Thank you Prince for your generosity."

Huan Song also added for him.

"Xu Shao, you fell into a coma after being injured, and the wound is highly toxic. What you need is a new type of antidote, and this time the antidote ingredient was developed with the blood of the werewolf blood slave next to Your Excellency the Prince."

The expression in Xu Xingzhou's downcast eyes changed several times, and finally he said "OK" in a low voice.

The blood hunting alliance's physique had already been tempered, and Xu Xingzhou went to Cappadocia that afternoon.

***

"Your Majesty."

When Xu Xingzhou arrived, Qi Yan was sitting in the flower hall, opposite Zuo Yin, and a tea set was placed in front of the table.

This is what he asked for from Bai Xun.

After Xu Xingzhou was allowed to enter, he bent slightly when he saw Qi Yan.

Qi Yan turned his face sideways, and said with just one glance, "You're done."

Xu Xingzhou looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, my lord."

Qi Yan turned his head to look at Zuo Yin.

Xu Xingzhou smiled, "Thanks to Mr. Zuo Yin."

Satisfied, Qi Yan reached out and took a teacup on the table and placed it in the third position, the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Xingzhou sat over.

"Can you make tea?" Qi Yan asked.

Xu Xingzhou's calm face froze and he blinked.

Zuo Yin remained expressionless, and said calmly, "No one here can make tea."

Zuo Yin looked at the tea set on the table.

Last time in Bai Xun's manor, he was only focused on pulling away the scarlet teeth that were wrapped around his wrist, and didn't even watch the process of Bai Xun making tea.

He and Qi Yan have been sitting in front of this tea set for a quarter of an hour.

......

Xu Xingzhou responded, "Yes."

Xu Xingzhou didn't know for a moment whether he should feel that the princes of a big blood clan would be interested in tea art, or should he be surprised that they didn't know how to make tea and put out a set of tea sets.

Is it for viewing?

Xu Xingzhou probably didn't make tea often, or he only knew a thing or two. His tea making movements were far less smooth than Bai Xun's, but they could still be called smooth.

After a while, the fragrance of tea leaves wafted away.

The hot air slowly rises, and the tea is covered with a layer.

"Please." Xu Xingzhou made a gesture after making the tea.

Qi Yan didn't drink it either, but just smelled it.

Zuo Yin, on the other hand, remembered Xu Xingzhou's actions when making tea, but his face was still indifferent, and nothing unusual could be seen.

......

This time Xu Xingzhou not only came to thank him, but also had other things to discuss.

After drinking the tea, Xu Xingzhou put down the teacup in his hand.

"My lord," Xu Xingzhou glanced at Zuo Yin, "There are some things that you may want to know, and I can answer them for you."

Qi Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was a little loose, but it made people dare not look at him directly.

He probably guessed what it was.

Xu Xingzhou was very quiet and kept silent.

Qi Yan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zuo Yin, "Zuo Yin is not an outsider."

The words were spoken slowly and slowly, each word revealing a message.

His voice fell.

Zuo Yin's gaze was already looking straight at him.

Xu Xingzhou was also stunned.

However, thinking about what Qi Yan said last time that he would be marked as a prince, he read the information later and understood the importance of the prince's mark, so he was stunned for a moment.

"What I want to say is," Xu Xingzhou's voice sank a bit, with a serious face, "The Holy Artifact of the Blood Race."

***

According to legend, there are thirteen holy artifacts in the blood clan.

Every holy artifact has earth-shaking power, and it is an existence that all blood races flock to.

Hearing this, Qi Yan also restrained her original indifference, and her eyes dimmed.

"My father warned me before he died that once the thirteen holy artifacts come out, the world will be in chaos." Xu Xingzhou's voice became more and more serious, and he looked at Qi Yan, "The last prince, your father—Luke Price, he had a blood spoon."

Blood spoon, also known as fierce spoon.

According to classical records, the blood spoon has magical power.

It is the key that can open the gates of hell.

Rumor has it that the appearance of the thirteen holy artifacts will bring endless disasters.

Once one of them appears, the other twelve will follow.

As for the owner of the sacred artifact, his desire will be driven by the sudden mysterious power, gradually magnified, and become a puppet that causes harm to the world.

Qi Yan was startled.

He had never heard that his father was the owner of the blood spoon.

......

Xu Xingzhou's words continued, "I think you also know that several generations of leaders of the Blood Hunting Alliance in my ancestors have had frequent contact with Cappadocia because of the blood key."

Zuo Yin's originally indifferent expression changed, and he slowly shifted his gaze to Qi Yan.

The latter closed his eyes slightly, unable to see his emotions clearly.

"Prince Price discovered that the blood spoon can not only open the gates of hell, it can even pass through the gap of time and open a different dimension."

Go through the time gap and open a different dimension.

What an incredible ability.

Qi Yan raised his eyes, his pupils were as black as ink, but there was no reflection in them, they were all gloomy.

Why did Xu Xingzhou suddenly say this.

And he was attacked by a werewolf in the main city protected by the Holy Court yesterday, whether this matter will be related.

Xu Xingzhou's next words answered for Qi Yan.

"I found out that a plague appeared near the main city." Xu Xingzhou's eyes dimmed.

"That's no ordinary blight."

"It's the plague brought by the rotten bracelet."

Rotten bracelet.

Holy Artifact.

The appearance of the blood clan sacred artifact that had been buried long ago would definitely bring a large-scale plague.

***

The news brought by Xu Xingzhou undoubtedly confused Qi Yan's mind.

The father was actually the owner of the blood spoon.

No vampire can resist the temptation brought by the holy artifact.

There is no way to resist.

The disappearance of the previous prince of Cappadocia, his successor.

Is it related to the holy artifact.

One question after another followed.

Qi Yan frowned deeply.

His eyes stayed on the tea set in front of the table. Xu Xingzhou had already left and the tea was cold.

"Owner."

With a low murmur, Zuo Yin's faint voice entered his ears.

Qi Yan has not yet responded.

His shoulder seemed to be touched by something.

Looking up, it was Zuo Yin's hand that fell on his shoulder.

Followed by another voice with a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Owner."