Bellamy's meaning is not difficult to understand. The top people in Biqier are not willing to share power, so they do not easily give out promotion potions for the fifteenth realm. After all, the fifteenth realm is really powerful.
Even if you give, you have to give selectively.
It is difficult for those younger generations with outstanding talents to be recognized. Only the true "ones", even if they may be stupid, can more smoothly reach the fifteenth level.
Thinking of this, the previous behavior of the black-robed elder Morrison suddenly became more logical.
Morrison, who had gone through the sacrificial ceremony and almost contained the original spirit, obviously had no deep background like the Bellamy in front of him. The reason why he is in the fifteenth realm and is qualified to become one of the four elders is probably because he is willing to risk everything.
Look at now.
Bellamy in the Fourteenth Realm must be a "mainstay" figure, right?
As a result, it can be left to dry here for a long time!
With such arrogance and blindness, the grandfathers and elders who are better than others are truly stupid.
"The little devil in the temple is strong in the wind, but there are many bastards in the shallow pool."
Zuo Chang shook his head slowly and gave his evaluation.
In his opinion, Biqier was a shabby family that was so rotten internally.
No.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this solidified, lifeless atmosphere that the root cause of Bi Qi Er's incompetence.
Bellamy looked sideways, seeming a little surprised.
She smiled slightly and said: "You can't say that. Everyone below the fifteenth level is an ant. In the eyes of grandfather and elders, as long as they have not reached the top, they can be replaced."
Zuo Chang was expressionless: "Who cannot be replaced? Are they special?"
this……
That's still a little special. Bellamy thought to himself.
"Bellamy."
Just at this moment, the white-haired old man I had seen before came in again.
He stood straight at the door without any pretense and said, "Grandpa asked me to inform you that you have been fired. The affairs of the Public Security Bureau will be taken over by others."
Bellamy had anticipated this outcome.
She stood up and said respectfully: "I'm so ashamed...what should I do next?"
"There are no arrangements for the time being. Just wait for new instructions!" The white-haired old man took a step back and made way. "Now, please leave."
after all……
Is this still the ending?
After hearing the white-haired old man's emotionless pronouncement, Bellamy found that his heart felt calmer than he had imagined.
She was not without waves. The mania flashed by, and was quickly covered by the numbness that was like death. She froze her thoughts, shielded her feelings, and responded mechanically: "...Yes."
"Old sir, please bring Mr. Grandpa here."
The moment the white-haired old man entered the door, the sleeping god woke up. Like a cat, she looked towards the door in a twisted posture. It took her sleepy eyes for a while before she could truly see everything that happened.
Zuo Chang was not polite and threw the god out while talking to the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man looked at Zuo Chang as if he were looking at an ant.
He was filled with contempt and didn't bother to respond.
Zuo Chang was not in a hurry. He smiled and said, "I have important information and need to report it to him in person. Ask him to come here within ten minutes."
The white-haired old man shook his head: "I think there is no need for my grandfather to see you."
"Think clearly before answering!"
Zuo Chang raised his voice!
He put a hand on the handle of the chair and added, "I have been waiting here for six hours and I have no patience anymore."
Oh?
The white-haired old man really wanted to retort and ask Beethoven what confidence he had to say such a thing!
but……
He looked at Zuo Chang's face and listened to Zuo Chang's words, thinking that he was serious.
At this moment, as long as he says another nonsense, Zuo Chang will definitely leave immediately and will probably never come back!
The current situation is very serious. The white-robed elder was killed inexplicably. A third-level Taoist who may know the truth was kidnapped halfway, and the kidnapper was the black-robed elder Morrison.
What does this mean?
Morrison has rebelled!
Realizing that he was nervous, the white-haired old man calmed down and said, "Mr. Beethoven, there is no need to trouble Grandpa. If you have anything to say, it's the same as saying it to me."
Zuo Chang sneered: "Are you qualified?"
"..."
Old man, silent.
Zuo Chang crossed his legs and continued: "Besides, how should I trust you? Even your black-robed elders are highly suspected of treason. How can you prove that you, an old man with a shabby face and an unknown family background, can't trust you?" Loyalty? The information I have is very critical, and I am only willing to tell it to Mr. Grandfather now."
It seems that there is some truth...
The old man hesitated and looked at Bellamy.
Bellamy didn't know what Zuo Chang wanted to do, and he wasn't sure if he really knew any information.
Maybe it was because he had just sat quietly for six hours, allowing him to recall and reason out something?
Bellamy said: "Beethoven is not a frivolous person, and his information may have some value."
"……All right!"
After much thought, the white-haired old man chose to believe.
He said to Zuo Chang: "Please come with me, and I will take you to see your grandfather."
Zuo Chang remained motionless: "Let him come to me. I don't think I can move easily. What if Morrison captures me while I'm walking?"
I think you want to die!
An unknown fire arose in the white-haired old man's heart, and he almost shouted angrily!
But, he held back.
He secretly thought: "Unless he is a fool, he cannot make such a request... How can a young boy like him infringe on the majesty of my grandfather? He is so confident, and it seems that he really has key information... I It's better to go and report it, report it, the responsibility will never be on me."
Thinking of this, the old man said: "Wait here."
He turned and left.
When he could no longer hear the footsteps, Bellamy said: "Beethoven, do you... really have information? This is not something to joke about. I bet that my grandfather must be in a state of confusion now. If you anger him at this time, I’m afraid it won’t end well!”
Zuo Chang turned around and smiled: "Are you afraid?"
"I……"
Ahem.
Bellamy coughed and said seriously: "Yes, I'm afraid. I'm worried about your blood splattering on my boots."
"Don't worry, it won't be my blood that splashes on your boots, but my grandfather's blood."
bass!
Zuo Chang conjured a long sword like a magic trick. He drew his sword out of its sheath, and amid the crisp sound of the dragon's roar, the cold light cut his eyes.
At this moment, Bellamy felt a real killing intent.
She was about to ask Zuo Chang what he wanted to do, but suddenly stopped——
Fifteen realms!
What is stirring in Beethoven's body now is the aura of the fifteenth level supreme!
She saw a golden light appear on Beethoven's hand, landing at the door next to the wall.
There, a pretty little girl suddenly appeared.
"..."
Bellamy slowly stood up, her eyes moving, and the look on her face was surprise and horror.
Zuo Chang ignored her and just asked: "Are you ready?"
The god looked unconcerned: "Attack from both front and back, trying to kill with one blow. I understand."
(End of chapter)
