913: Born with heterochromia, eyes of slaughter

Upper City.

On the main street.

Xie Weilou lowered his head, a look of contemplation on his Face.

After some soul-searching, he discovered that Prince Qing was not Elder Gu at all; the other party had absolutely no connection to the Heavenly Palace.

If Elder Gu was neither Shi Qingxuan nor Prince Qing, then it could only be Marquis Zhenyu.

"Marquis Zhenyu!"

A cold glint flashed in Xie Weilou's eyes.

A person far away in the Eastern Wasteland, far away in the Central Province, laying out a scheme against the distant Zhenxi Marquis Manor of the Great Xia—what kind of secret was hidden in all this?

In the entire Zhenxi Marquis Manor, if one were to speak of who was the most extraordinary, it would naturally be Third Uncle. Could all of this be related to Third Uncle?

But he felt something was wrong. He had a premonition that everything the Zhenxi Marquis Manor had encountered might have absolutely nothing to do with Third Uncle.

Perhaps only by capturing Elder Gu could everything be known!

Since the candidate had already been determined, the things to do next were much simpler.

"Xie Weilou!"

Just at this moment, a voice rang out.

Xie Weilou looked forward and happened to see a woman dressed in a golden long dress, wearing a half-golden mask.

The other party wore a Phoenix hairpin, her jet-black long hair draped over her waist. Her figure was graceful, her footsteps light, and one eye beneath the mask presented a deep blue color, looking very peculiar.

"So it is Your Highness the Third Princess!"

A rich smile appeared on Xie Weilou's Face, and his gaze subsequently fell upon Ye Anlan's beautiful legs.

These beautiful legs, wrapped beneath her dress, were straight and slender; they would surely feel very nice to touch.

If he remembered correctly, Ye Anlan still owed him a bet.

"..."

Ye Anlan came before Xie Weilou. Sensing Xie Weilou's burning gaze, she only felt a bit uncomfortable.

"You came to the Upper City, is there some matter?"

Ye Anlan asked.

Xie Weilou smiled and said: "Naturally, it is to touch beautiful legs! Your Highness, the bet you owe me, should it be repaid now?"

Ye Anlan's expression faltered, and she immediately said: "Next time, definitely!"

Xie Weilou laughed dumbfoundedly: "Your Highness has underestimated This Xie. The previous bet was just a joke; I ask that Your Highness do not take it seriously."

"..."

Ye Anlan was stunned for a second.

Xie Weilou whispered: "Actually, This Xie does not like touching the legs of ugly women. If I have not guessed wrong, the half of your Face under that mask, Your Highness, must be very ugly!"

"You..."

Hearing this, Ye Anlan immediately bristled, looking at Xie Weilou through gritted teeth.

She was ugly?

Where was she ugly?

The half-mask she wore was no ordinary object; it was a supreme treasure used to suppress the power of her heterochromia. If she were to remove the mask, among those of the same rank, who would dare to meet her gaze?

Xie Weilou smiled and said: "Touching your legs can be forgotten, Your Highness, why not let me see your true appearance?"

Ye Anlan stared at Xie Weilou and said: "Then you follow me to a place, and at that time, I might consider removing the mask."

"Forget it then. This Xie just slaughtered three Venerables, consuming a huge amount of energy, and I plan to go back and recover."

Xie Weilou yawned, having absolutely no interest in the place Ye Anlan mentioned.

"Slaughtered three Venerables? You really know how to brag."

Ye Anlan could not help but roll her eyes.

If you said you slaughtered three Creation-realm experts, I might believe it; after all, you previously killed General, and the record is verifiable.

But if you want to say you slaughtered Venerables, that is too exaggerated. Do you think Venerables are Chinese cabbages?

Only the Eastern Wasteland Dynasty has a deep foundation and many Venerables.

As for other Holy Lands, they do not have many Venerables; most are old antiques, living fossils, existences lying in coffins, making it hard to even see one.

"Occasionally bragging is still necessary."

Xie Weilou waved his hand with a smile and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Ye Anlan hurriedly spoke up.

"..."

Xie Weilou looked at Ye Anlan.

Ye Anlan hesitated for a moment: "If I remove the mask, will you come with me?"

"That depends on what your Face looks like under the mask. To tell you the truth, This Xie is actually a person who values appearances; looking at beautiful women every day is just for my physical and mental pleasure."

Xie Weilou said with a serious expression.

"Heh!"

Ye Anlan curled her lips, grabbed Xie Weilou, and instantly entered a deep alley nearby.

She gently stroked the mask on her Face: "I was born with heterochromia. This mask is a suppressive object. Once removed, the power of the heterochromia will erupt. With my current strength, it is difficult to completely control it."

Upon hearing this, Xie Weilou's eyes lit up: "Could it be Heavy Pupils? Heavy Pupils are already an invincible path..."

A faint light flashed in Ye Anlan's eyes: "This heterochromia of mine is called the Eye of Slaughter, containing the Dao of Slaughter."

After speaking, she pressed down on the mask, a mysterious power erupted, and she forcibly tore off the mask.

Boom!

The moment she tore off the mask, the originally blue eye instantly turned a scarlet color.

A fierce power of slaughter permeated from her body, and a terrifying aura of slaughter erupted.

In the sky, many eerie blood-colored vertical eyes suddenly appeared. Each vertical eye seemed like the eye of a God of Slaughter, making people feel hair-raising terror.

"Eye of Slaughter..."

Xie Weilou narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, the aura of slaughter on Ye Anlan's body was incomparably terrifying, as if she had turned into a God of Slaughter, making one palpitate with fear.

Moreover, the other party had obviously suppressed part of the power of her heterochromia. Otherwise, that aura of slaughter would certainly be even more terrifying.

"..."

Xie Weilou looked at Ye Anlan's Face again.

A melon-seed Face, fine skin texture, snow-white and translucent, just like congealed fat.

Curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, a high, dainty nose, bright lips, peerlessly beautiful, with a unique temperament where nobility and cold beauty coexisted.

Her eyes flashed with blood-colored light, incomparably eerie, as if they could destroy souls, making people afraid to meet her gaze.

Pretty, beautiful, moving; seeing this Face, one could not help but have their heart stirred, unable to resist wanting to pinch her chin, cup her Face, and carefully play with it.

This woman was truly beautiful.

Seeing Xie Weilou staring at her, Ye Anlan's lips curled slightly upward: "Am I beautiful?"

Regarding her appearance, she still had a little bit of confidence!

Xie Weilou heard this and raised an eyebrow: "You do have some charms, like a demoness, actually trying to seduce me."

"Then can you go with me now?"

A bright smile appeared on Ye Anlan's Face, peerlessly beautiful, causing all things to lose their color. She put the mask back on, and the aura of slaughter on her body completely dissipated, the surrounding vision disappearing along with it.

"That won't do!"

Xie Weilou immediately reached out, instantly wrapping his arm around Ye Anlan's waist and pressing her against the wall.

"You... what are you doing?"

Ye Anlan's expression was startled; she had not expected Xie Weilou to suddenly make a move.

Xie Weilou said sternly: "I think it is better for a person to keep their word. This Xie still has to touch these beautiful legs. Your Highness looks quite good too; if I do not keep my promise and touch them, wouldn't that make you look like you have no Face?"

"You... you just said the bet was a joke."

Ye Anlan's expression changed, and she hurriedly added: "If you mess around, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Did I say that? Why don't I remember? Your Highness, one must honor a bet!"

Xie Weilou's smile was rich as he reached out to grab Ye Anlan's silk-like dress...