Walk around Douluo Dalu with the Naruto System

In the afternoon, Ye Zhiqiu didn't say hello to Bibi Dong and the others, and went straight to the imperial city of the Heaven Dou Empire with a flying thunder god.

The Heaven Dou Imperial City was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, and it was also the most prosperous city in the Heaven Dou Empire. Naturally, there would be no shortage of Ye Zhiqiu's clones in such a place.

In fact, in every slightly larger city in Douluo Continent, there are Ye Zhiqiu clones lurking.

Where there is a clone, there will naturally be the presence of the Flying Thunder God. This is also the reason why Ye Zhiqiu can get there instantly wherever he wants to go.

On the side of the most prosperous main road in Tiandou Imperial City, a small five-story building that covers a vast area stands. This is a hotel, and it is a very luxurious hotel with a strange name.

Store name: Yile Ramen Hotel.

Just by looking at the name, no one would have thought that this would be the most luxurious hotel in Tiandou Imperial City, and a top-level hotel that made several thousand gold soul coins every day.

This Yile Ramen Hotel was opened by an avatar of Ye Zhiqiu. This avatar had a weird personality and liked to make noodles, so he asked for money from the corner of the avatar to open this hotel and work as a part-time intelligence worker.

In addition to accommodation, the hotel only sells ramen, and there is no other food.

But even for such a hotel, the business was extremely hot, and it was a place frequented by many nobles of the Heaven Dou Imperial City.

At this moment, a big fat man wearing a red cloud robe with a black bottom was busy in the back kitchen of the hotel by himself. There were five pots in front of him. They were full of noodles. verb: move.

"This deity." The big fat man didn't turn his head back, he said hello and got busy at the stove again.

Ye Zhiqiu scooped a bowl of noodles to himself, and while eating, he said, "Give me a copy of the royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Presidential suite on the top floor!" The clone was still the same, without looking back.

After Ye Zhiqiu finished eating, he threw the bowl, and a flying thunder god went directly to the presidential suite on the top floor.

The decoration here is not comparable to the small Rose Hotel in Soto City, but Ye Zhiqiu has no interest in enjoying it.

Going straight to a table, picking up the information on the table and flipping through it.

Ye Zhiqiu was surprised by the level of detail of the information. It listed almost all the ancestors of Emperor Tiandou.

There is also the current form of the Tiandou Imperial City, including how the prince Xue Qinghe killed the other princes, and the only existing Xue Beng who is qualified to compete for the throne is like his name. Luo Dugu Bo, he also began to pretend to be crazy and foolish, pretending that he was just a douchebag who couldn't help.

When the Emperor of Heaven Dou, the Great Emperor Xue Ye, was infected with a chronic mixed poison, he didn't know it

Behind Xue Qinghe stood the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ye Zhiqiu was dazzled by the various materials, some he knew for a long time, and some were collected by clones, all of which were very detailed.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at it roughly, then meditated cross-legged on the bed, continuing to absorb the energy of the small green ball of light.

As for going to see Xue Qinghe, Ye Zhiqiu planned to go at night. You may not be able to see him even after the day has passed.

Waiting in the room until sunset and the stars filled the sky, Ye Zhiqiu guessed that Xue Qinghe should have returned to the back of the bedroom, and then slowly got up.

Looking around by the window, Ye Zhiqiu frowned. The Star Dou Imperial City was more lively at night than during the day. The streets were full of people. If he just went out like this, he would definitely be discovered.

It seemed that he had to change the way he entered the city, Ye Zhiqiu pondered and shed his divine sense.

Stuck in the blind spots of everyone's vision, in places where no one is in the streets and alleys, I kept using the Flying Thunder God to move.

Flying Thunder God's movement seems to be silent, but in reality, the red light of the spirit ring flashes, and it is even more conspicuous at night.

If they encounter some powerful soul masters, there is still the possibility of being discovered, but they can't see Ye Zhiqiu's face.

In order to avoid trouble, Ye Zhiqiu cautiously used his divine sense to explore the way, and entered the imperial city all the way, avoiding the blind spots of all kinds of bright and dark posts, and moved towards Xue Qinghe's bedroom.

Ye Zhiqiu's speed was very fast. It only took about five minutes to reach the door of Xue Qinghe's dormitory from outside the city. Under the circumstance that he used his divine sense to explore the way, it was safe and sound.

I have to say, consciousness is really a good thing.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu didn't mean to hide it, he pushed the door open and entered, he had come to talk to Xue Qinghe.

In the room, a handsome young man with beige hair and short ears was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk looking up something. When he saw Ye Zhiqiu swaggering in, instead of panicking, he put down the scroll in his hand with a faint smile, picked up the teapot, and gave it to him. Ye Zhiqiu poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Ye Zhiqiu who was sitting across from him.

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Temple is really extraordinary, Tiandou Xue Qinghe is polite." Having said that, Xue Qinghe didn't mean to stand up and salute at all, just nodded to Ye Zhiqiu with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu frowned, took a sip of tea from the bottom of the cup, and said slowly and calmly: "The Prince's face is so calm, it seems that he has received the news in advance, although I don't know why the elder asked me to help You seek the throne, but this is my mission, do you need me to kill your father in advance tonight?"

After Xue Qinghe listened to Ye Zhiqiu's words, his face twitched slightly. This man is really similar to what his grandfather said, except for his talent, and his personality is a cold facial paralysis. Now Xue Qinghe added another one in his heart, he is not only a facial paralysis , is still a brainless fool.

But this kind of brainless man is good, the elders hall lacks this kind of talent, and the current elders hall urgently needs some talented but easy-to-control juniors to replenish fresh blood.

After all, the geniuses of the younger generation in the Spirit Hall are basically in the hands of Bibi Dong. When this generation grows up, the Elder Hall will undoubtedly become weaker.

Just like Bibi Dong would think about Ye Zhiqiu's apprentice, Qian Daoliu would also think about Qian Renxue's granddaughter.

He arranged Ye Zhiqiu to come over, and he undoubtedly had a chance to try to see if he could pry Bibi Dong's corner.

After all, Ye Zhiqiu's strength and talent revealed in Wuhun Hall are too strong, and his personality is cold. This kind of person is most suitable to be the right hand of his granddaughter in the future.

They have a good plan, but will things really develop like this?

Xue Qinghe laughed dryly and said in a low voice, "Saint Son is joking, this plan still needs to be considered in a long-term manner, and there is no rush."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, pushed the teacup in front of Xue Qinghe, and motioned for him to pour the tea.

Xue Qinghe silently glanced at the teapot that was in Ye Zhiqiu's hand, do you still consider me a servant? Being a saint for a long time is your brain stupid?

"Boom~" "Crack!" Ye Zhiqiu tapped the table with his finger on the table. When he tapped the second time, he seemed to have no control over his strength, and suddenly poked a small hole as thick as a finger on the table.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's cold face, Xue Qinghe was speechless. Your threat is too obvious, right? Are you really my grandfather sent to help me?

[Add 566 to the negative emotion value from Qian Renxue]

566? Soul King? What a little chicken.

Ye Zhiqiu secretly laughed, originally he thought Qian Renxue should be the Soul Emperor at this time.

Xue Qinghe suppressed the suffocation in his heart, and raised the teapot with a dry smile to help Ye Zhiqiu pour a cup of tea.

Ye Zhiqiu held up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "Okay, you can arrange it. It's better to hurry up. I'm very busy."