The Talented Doctor

His heart was full of fear, horror, confusion, and anger, but all his emotions were tumbling in his eyes for a while, and finally they all fell away, leaving only respect.

Kneel down slowly, lower his head, and asked in a low voice, "I wonder if the high priest came to my Little East King Hall, why is it?"

Not far away came the man's lazy and low voice, "Let's talk about a cooperation."

Cooperation? Dong Wang suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei Zixi in surprise.

This man can be said to be the most unfathomable and most feared existence in God's Domain.

Although the **** of the underworld is cruel, he rarely kills innocent people.

But for this person, you will never know when you offended him, when you will die, or what he will do in the next moment.

The Eastern King lowered his eyes and said, "I don't understand the meaning of the high priest, I am the subordinate of the **** of the underworld."

Wei Zixi laughed lowly, "If I told you that Ji Mingyu won't show up in three months, maybe he will never show up? If you and I cooperate, maybe the next **** The deity is you, and this mainland of Siam will also be yours?"

"What?!!!" As soon as he said this, Dong Wang Shaoyang could no longer calm down, stood up abruptly, and looked at him in shock.

What does Wei Zixi mean?

The **** of the underworld will not appear within three months, or even never appear? is this real?

No, it's impossible! The **** of the underworld is the master of the mainland of Siam. Only he is interested in knowing what happens on this continent, and there is absolutely nothing he does not know? That's why I didn't dare to act too unscrupulously.

But what if... what if what Wei Zixi said is true?

In particular, he remembered that the messages he had handed out to see the gods in the past few days had fallen into the sea, and even Qinglong and others had disappeared.

Could this be true?

Dong Wang took a deep breath and looked at Wei Zixi nervously, "High Priest, what do you mean by this? How do you know that the deity will not appear in three months? Where is the deity now?"

"This is not what you need to know." Wei Zixi said lightly, "you just need to tell me your answer."

A look of struggling and excitement appeared on Dongwang's face, but he asked carefully, "I wonder what the high priest wants to cooperate with me?"

The corners of Wei Zixi's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a charming and gentle smile, "I want you to send orders to the entire Siam Continent in the name of Ji Mingyu to capture the demon spy Xiyue, and if there is any obstacle, kill him without mercy."

Dongwang’s pupils shrank suddenly, and exclaimed: "You let me pretend to be the deity’s will? No, no! Absolutely not! If the deity knew about it, I would definitely die without a place to be buried!"

Before Dongwang finished speaking, he suddenly felt a red net-like energy bound him.

There was an expression of horror on his face, and the cold sweat from his whole body drenched his clothes at once.

And the same red net-like energy enveloped the few Dongwang subordinates in front of Wei Zixi.

Except for Feng Yunzhao, whose head had burst, the others were masters of the Mahayana period, and among them were Dongwang's confidants.

They were already dying and passed out into a coma. At this time, they were enveloped by red energy, but they didn't know whether it was the instinct to survive, or the return to the light, which made them open their eyes.

Everyone's faces were full of fright and despair, as well as murmured pleadings.