He was not surprised by this person's arrival, or rather, he was waiting for this person's arrival.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

The man was slightly stunned. The boy in white was quite brave.

"Your Excellency killed 139 people from the Dali royal family in one day, almost exterminated his blood relatives, but it is very murderous."

Hong Yi held a glass of wine and said:

"It's a pity, I'm not afraid."

This person is Liu Min, a cultivator of the Demon Sect, and a cultivator with the third level of supernatural powers in the daytime.

But, not to mention supernatural powers, even people in the realm of immortality, immortality, and heavenly kings will not be afraid of coming here.

"The Liu family can be destroyed at this point!"

A trace of pain flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he walked to Hong Yi and sat down.

At this time, he naturally knew that the boy in front of him was no ordinary person anymore.

Mortals don't know what they did before, and they are even more unlikely to know how many people he killed, because he himself didn't pay attention to it.

Obviously, the boy was waiting for him.

"Dali Dynasty..."

The middle-aged man picked up his glass and drank it all, and he wanted to tell him.

"No need to say more about lies, I'm not interested in listening to the truth."

Hong Yi raised his hand to stop the middle-aged man from speaking.

He had no interest in listening to Liu's love, hatred, and understanding.

"What does it mean to wait here?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

"I want a promise."

Hong Yi put down his wine glass and said calmly: "In return, I can give you a pill that can heal your wounds and break through your cultivation."

"What's the use of a promise for Liu who is about to die?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and the flesh and blood were swaying on his face, looking extremely ferocious.

Hong Yi said nothing and waited for his answer.

"Well, if you have any requests, Mr. Liu agrees!"

The middle-aged man really couldn't imagine that he could make any promises more than his life, although he had no intention of living.

"As the last bloodline of the Dali Dynasty, I want you to transfer the Dali Dynasty to my promise."

Hong Yi's finger gently stroked the void, and a pill fell from the void:

"This pill can heal your injuries and make you a immortal monk."

"Eternal Cultivator?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed. Looking at the unpretentious pill, he was a little unbelievable: "Are you talking about the secret realm of immortality?"

He could not believe what Hong Yi said.

The elixir that can make people break through the secret realm of immortality is so precious. Don’t say that he is not the emperor of the Dali Dynasty. Even the Dali Dynasty is not worth one percent of the elixir!

All secular dynasties in the entire world are not worth a pill that can make people break through the secret realm of immortality!

"Believe it or not, that's your business."

Hong Yi did not argue, but just picked up the pill and looked at the middle-aged man.

"No matter whether it is true or false, just rely on your farewell wine. Liu agreed to this promise."

The middle-aged man spoke without thinking.

The Dali Dynasty was no longer important to him, not to mention that he had no chance of becoming the Dali Emperor.

Even if he survives, what awaits him will be the pursuit of Yuhua Sect.

Hong Yi nodded and flew out the pill.

The middle-aged man reached out to take it, looked at Hong Yi, and couldn't help saying, "With your strength, snatching a country's affairs is nothing but a rebellion, why bother to do this?"

"This is my business."

Hong Yi stood up calmly and walked down the restaurant without slowing down.

"I dare to ask about your name!"

Liu Min held the pill, held back the throbbing in his heart, and asked.

"Submitted to Gu..."

Hong Yi kept calling a pseudonym at will:
Chapter completed!