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Chapter 508 The tea cup used by Dior is extraordinary

Qingze did not choose to disappear silently. Since he wanted to beat Hu Die, he naturally had to make a grand exit.

He directly shakes the ability of element replacement, switches himself into electric elements, and then uses infinite abilities in conjunction with it.

Crackling, the lightning surged, but it did not reach the limit of infinity.

The current limit of infinity is to become one kilometer larger.

He just wanted to look cool, there was no need to be so big. The lightning was intense, but it didn't destroy anything. He just flashed in front of Hu Die and disappeared.

She looked at the empty office and her eyes fell on the ink paintings on the wall. She felt that her mood at the moment had changed from a colorful ukiyo-e to a black and white ink painting.

The original joy of taking over as prime minister and the inflated feeling of holding national power all disappeared when he saw Dior.

Thorns on the back.

This idiom suddenly flashed through Hu Die's mind, and she clenched her right hand with both fear and respect for Dio.

She looked at the black tea left by the other party, picked it up, and took a slow sip.

This cup of black tea seems completely different from the black tea in the teapot.

A fire shot up from her stomach, burning away the thoughts in her head.

She was still in trouble.

The power of the state is actually fleeting.

What is really important is to become an apostle, with great power, eternal life and beauty.

Those are the things she should pursue.

The position and power of the Prime Minister are only paving the way for those pursuits and should not be the goal.

Hu Die drank the warm black tea in one gulp and made a decision in her mind to send the cup for testing to see if there was any trace of Dior's power on it.

In order to have a more intuitive supernatural impression in his mind, Hu Die had read some novels. Some of the settings in the books were that if a powerful person passed by or used anything, his power would be contaminated.

I don’t know if it’s true or false, but that doesn’t stop Hu Die from giving it a try.

What if the teacup Dior drank from actually had his powers?

That important possibility couldn't be ruled out without testing, she thought, getting up and walking toward the door.

……

Shinjuku, Kabukicho.

The sign of the Big Sheep Bar is in neon colors. At night, the sign and the stairs leading to the bar are lit up, but only the door is closed.

Occasionally, guests who enter by mistake will silently close the door and leave after seeing the powerful bartender.

Catalina didn't mind this and continued to stand there, wiping the square wine glass in her hand.

Even if no guests came to the door, she would still wipe the cup repeatedly to welcome a possible guest.

Emily lay on the rocking chair in the bar and rocked slowly. For her, this behavior was already considered a kind of exercise.

According to her idea, when the body is moving, it means that she is in motion.

In Catalina's eyes, Emily behaves more and more like an old lady who meets the legal retirement age.

"Emili, if you continue to be lazy like this, you may break your bones again."

"Don't say such unlucky words. I feel like there is no problem now."

Emily closed her eyes and felt that this rocking chair was so comfortable. Rocking it up and down like this not only exercised her body, but also made her body relax.

Catalina saw her closing her eyes and looking like she was enjoying her old age, so she stopped trying to persuade her.

A breeze blew inside the bar. Catalina caught the sound of the wind and quickly looked forward.

The charming and strong man is sitting sideways on a high stool with his left elbow on the bar. He is wearing a black vest and gold leather pants, and the love-shaped belt around his waist looks particularly coquettish.

Qingze crossed his legs and said slowly: "Bring me a cup of Snow Country."

"it is good."

Catalina put down her glass and turned around, preparing to make him a cocktail.

Catalina still studied some of the bartender's jobs seriously.

Emily, who was lying on the rocking chair, quickly stood up and ran over: "Dior, you are finally here."

"Short-lived human beings are really troubling. I can feel very anxious for a while."

Qingze said casually, and then threw out another story: "Speaking of which, I think of a friend I haven't seen for eighty years.

The last time I went to see him, my granddaughter was already up to my knees. "

"It's been eighty years, so it's normal for people to die."

Emily complained that she had complained about Dior always coming to see her every now and then.

Thinking about it now, she should be considered lucky. If she were like that person, if we meet again in eighty years, Emily can't guarantee that she will survive until then.

Rather, whether she can live to be sixty is a question.

Those thoughts flashed through Emily's mind, but she quickly put them aside and talked about business: "The emperor made a request, saying that he wanted the Ai Zhe red stone in your hand. If you don't give it to him, don't think about him returning the altar." you."

"Ai Zhe Red Stone?"

Qingze deliberately showed a hint of surprise on his face, but quickly covered it up, and said thoughtfully: "How could he know that I have the Ai Zhe Red Stone in my hand? Could it be..."

There was a deliberate pause here, and Emily pricked up her ears, wanting to hear who was leaking the secret. Qingze deliberately did not explain clearly, and said briefly: "Since he said that, then I will give it to him."

Emily wanted to ask who revealed the whereabouts of Aizhe's red stone?

But that kind of question is less important than the next question.

She asked: "The emperor said that obtaining the Red Stone of Ai Zhe would allow him to overcome his weakness to light. How could this be done?"

"I don't know."

Qingze shook his head and just took out a piece of Aizhe Red Stone from his pocket, which looked like a shield. It was so big that even if Emily held it tightly with her little hand, it could not cover the outline of the Aizhe Red Stone.

Then, he took out another pass to the Shadow World, the shape of which was exactly the same as the one he gave to Emily last time.

The Pass and the Red Stone of Ai Zhe are both objects created by Qingze using his ability to weave fate.

He handed the two things to Emily and said seriously: "Ask the emperor to return the altar to Mount Fuji."

"Is it okay to just trade directly like this?"

A flash of doubt flashed across Emily's face. In her opinion, the emperor was a ruthless man who could kill more than 300,000 people.

Can such a ruthless person really care about credibility?

Qingze said calmly: "No problem, just leave it to him."

After that, he turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared inside the bar.

……

Soft music flows like a stream to every corner of the bar. Under the warm lights, the tall figure can no longer be seen.

Even a cup of prepared Snow Country was completely placed there, untouched.

Emily wanted to roll her eyes, it was like this every time, she just left.

"hateful!"

She muttered, put the Aizhe Red Stone and the Pass in her jacket pocket with her little hands, then reached out to grab the square wine glass and pulled it back, trying to drink the cocktail in one sip.

She just took a sip and immediately spat it back, "Wow, why is the Snow Country so spicy this time?

It tastes terrible. Please give me juice instead. "

"This is the wine prepared for Dior. It can't be as sweet as your Snow Country."

Catalina felt a little sad that the glass of Snow Country was wasted, but she still took the juice from the wine cabinet and filled up another cup for her.

Emily took it and took a sip. The sweet juice was more in line with her preference.

"That guy Dio really didn't consider the safety of my messenger at all. He let me go into battle so hastily. The emperor is not an easy person to get along with."

She sighed, a slightly sad look on her face.

Emily believed that the people in the Flour Group deserved their death, but if she were asked to kill so many people at once, she really didn't have the courage to do it.

So she felt a little bit of fear from the bottom of her heart towards the emperor who could do that. She didn't think that the emperor did that kind of thing because he wanted to punish evil and promote good. There must be another purpose behind it.

Maybe the emperor also wanted to do some kind of ceremony.

Emily was thinking about those things in her mind, and drank up the juice again. She raised her head and said, "Katerina, when I am kidnapped later, you must not follow me."

"Emily."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

She raised her head, a smile appeared on her face, and waved, "I'll leave it to you to look after, I'll go up first."

Emily turned and ran upstairs, worried that Katarina would be involved.

The opponent is the emperor, a being who can kill more than 300,000 people in an instant.

Even if Catalina is with her, if something happens to Emily, she will not be protected. At most, there will be another cold corpse in the palace.

Catalina obviously knew this too, a look of sadness flashed across her eyes. She hated being so weak.

But this feeling of weakness and powerlessness will probably continue to hit her heart in the future.

The gap between mortals and apostles is hopelessly wide.

Emily ran to the ground floor and wanted to lie down on the sofa and watch short videos.

From the shadows under her feet, a black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed her shoulders, and then pulled her down.

Emily didn't even have time to utter a exclamation before she fell into the shadows.

Invisible darkness shrouded the eyes, and the boundaries of time and space became void and blurred at this moment.

When Emily felt her feet touch the ground, she let out a breath, blinked her blue eyes, and gradually saw the outline of the dim palace clearly.

Unlike the bustle of the last visit, the palace seemed very empty this time.

Emily raised her head and looked at the nine steps above. The emperor was sitting there with a crown on his head and a giant bird with three legs standing on his right shoulder. It looked a bit like an enlarged version of a crow.

A dragon as black as ink entangled itself on the high platform, with its head as big as a house lying down, and a pair of blood-red eyes as big as lanterns stared at Emily.

It made her feel a little chilly.

Qingze tapped his index finger on the armrest of the throne and said in Aizen's voice: "Welcome, it seems you brought what I want."

"Well, I'll leave the red stone of Ai Zhe to you."

Emily took out the Ai Zhe Red Stone from her pocket.

Time was frozen at this moment, and a gray-white filter enveloped this dim palace.

Qingze stood up and decided to start a good show.

(End of this chapter)