Chapter 969: Tower of Greed (17)

When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his familiar room. He was awakened by a nightmare. It can also be said that he was stubborn and took everything just as a nightmare. He wiped the cold sweat on his head, Turned over and got out of bed, and poured himself a cup of tea and was shocked. With a bang, he threw the cup in his hand to the ground, because instead of fresh tea, it was red blood with a rancid smell.
"Come! Come!" He took a deep breath, and was furious after panic. He thought that someone must have been deliberately opposing him, and screamed people in.
"Chief, do you have any instructions?" After a while, a servant of the Fuxi tribe pushed in the door, bowed his head, and asked respectfully.
"What the is this !? Why isn't there tea ?!" Nangong Yifeng was furious, and fell the teapot at the foot of the man, and yelled, "How did you do anything !? Long mind !? "
"Patriarch, this is what you told us to do." The subordinate hesitated for a long time, and finally raised his head, tilted his head slightly, and said, "You said that our brains are useless and it is better for you to eat. It ’s gone, so we're soaking our brains with tea, why? Didn't you like the taste, patriarch? Then let's go another way. "
"You !!! You !!!" Nangong Yifeng not only took a few steps back when he saw the appearance of the man, he had this obvious wound on his forehead, which was circling like a cricket, and faintly exuding blood. His eyes have been sunken in, and his eyes are staring round, as if he might fall out halfway at any time.
"Patriarch, is it that you are a minion that scares you? This is the wrong of the minions, and please forgive the patriarch." The subordinate seemed to realize his own malaise, and apologized, raised his hand and touched his head. He said apologetically, "Because it is just the beginning of this project, the aftercare work is not very good, but the patriarch, rest assured, we will take care of ourselves and will not scare the patriarch again."
"Enough is enough, go out and go out !!!" Nangong Yifeng yelled, and the unidentified man touched his head, blessed himself, and retreated.
The servant left, Nangong Yifeng Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, threw himself heavily on the big chair, his brows froze, what is going on? How could there be so many abnormal events? When he was thinking like this, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and a beam of light hit him and the big chair. He felt that the chair seemed a bit unstable. Not too light.
This chair is now placed on a mountain piled with corpses, and blood flows into the river, and he sits on the top of the corpse mountain as a king. His spirit is on the verge of collapse, is that what he always wanted? No no no! This is not what he wants, this is not! He longed for power, but didn't long for it! He didn't want to step on the corpses of so many people to the top. This was not what he wanted, no!
"Go back, this shouldn't be your place." A woman's voice rang out of nowhere, and her gentle tone calmed his turbulence and restlessness.