Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1143 Clodia Weitzman

"You are the Black King of the Eighth Crown, and the first Black King in history, and I guess you came for the thing under my feet—the Dresden Stone Slab, I don't know if I'm right. "

Yang Cong couldn't help laughing at the King of Gold's words: "Then are you ready?"

"Everything is life, King of Black, if you want it, take it."

The King of Gold didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Yang Cong at all.

"You make me a little embarrassed to take it." Yang Cong said with a smile: "However, I still have to take it. After all, this is my task, but I can promise you one condition."

"What wish do you have, I can satisfy you."

Yang Cong's words stunned the King of Gold, then shook his head: "I don't have any wishes."

Suddenly, Yang Cong remembered something: "I remember you seemed to like someone... What was her name... Yes, it's Claudia Weitzman."

When Yang Cong pronounced that name, the environment around Yang Cong changed instantly.

It is no longer the large hall, but an outer space universe full of planets.

When he felt the power, the corner of Yang Cong's mouth slightly raised: "Do you think you can threaten me with this little power?"

Yang Cong stomped his footsteps slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the illusion around him was instantly shattered by Yang Cong.

"Please leave, you are not welcome here." The Golden King looked at Yang Cong coldly.

It can be said that Clodia Weizmann is his pain, and it is also the name that has caused him the most heartache in so many years.

"Are you sure you want me to leave?" Yang Cong looked at the King of Gold with his mouth slightly raised, "Although you don't know my abilities, your subordinates should have reported to you what I did."

Hearing this, the King of Gold fell silent, and the entire vast hall fell into a silence that no one seemed to be able to break.

Finally, after a long silence, the old voice of the Golden King came again: "Can you really resurrect her?"

"As long as you want, I can do it, but if you can't even believe it in your own heart, then naturally you can't."

Finally, the King of Gold let out a sigh of relief: "What do I need to do?"

"I need her body." Yang Cong said lightly.

"Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

"I won't take away the Dresden Slate yet. I will pick it up myself after our transaction is successful."

Looking at Yang Cong's retreating figure, a strange light flashed in the Golden King's eyes, and then drops of crystal clear tears appeared from the corners of his eyes.

After leaving the building, Yang Cong went straight back to his residence.

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The efficiency of the King of Gold was not so high. Not long after Yang Cong returned to the residence, four rabbits came to his residence carrying a crystal coffin.

However, after putting down the crystal coffin, the four rabbits did not leave. Instead, they acted as monitors and watched Yang Cong do anything he did not do to Claudia Weizman.

Yang Cong ignored these four rabbits and turned around to the crystal coffin.

At this time, lying quietly in the crystal coffin was a beautiful woman with yellow hair and snow-white skin.

"Clotia Weitzman."

That was her name, and the King of Gold loved her, and the King of Silver loved her.

"Although I have always been plundering, doing some things can be regarded as my merit."

At first, Yang Cong's nature was to grab whatever he wanted, but now he is different.

Now that he has absolute strength, robbing is no longer the best choice.

Sometimes letting the other party hand it over willingly is not a better thing than robbing.

Yang Cong opened the crystal coffin with a wave of his hand, and then Yang Cong took out a pill.

Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, which was refined by Yang Cong himself, and the effect is no worse than that of Taishang Laojun.

Holding the elixir, Yang Cong directly manipulated the mouth of Claudia Weitzman to open and then fed the elixir into her mouth.

After Yang Cong fed the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill into the mouth of Crotia Weitzman, Yang Cong didn't stop.

He injected part of the life energy in his body into Claudia Weitzman's body.

Back then, the king of the Wuji Kingdom had only been dead for more than a year, and his soul hadn't dissipated, and his body wasn't too dry.

But Clodia Weitzman is different, she has been dead for decades.

So Yang Cong had to infuse some life energy into Claudia Weitzman.

Under the nourishment of Yang Cong's life energy, blood began to appear on Claudia Weizman's originally pale face.

The four rabbits around looked at Claude Weitzman in the crystal coffin in shock.

Each of them knew how long Crodia Weizman had been dead, but now the blood appeared on the pale face, which shocked them all.

Then something that shocked them even more happened.

Claudia Weitzman, who had been dead for decades, slowly opened his eyes.

"I... I am... Where is it?"

Claudia Weitzman has just been resurrected, and her speech is still a little unclear.

But I can still hear it clearly.

"Hi, my name is Yang Cong." Yang Cong smiled slightly.

"Yang Cong? A Chinese?"

Claudia Weitzman was taken aback.

"Does Miss Weizman look down on Chinese people?" Yang Cong looked at Claudia Weitzman with a half-smile.

Claudia Weitzman shook his head: "That's not true, I'm just a little surprised."

"There's nothing surprising. You'll probably be even more surprised later." Yang Cong smiled.

"Will you be more surprised later?" Claudia Weitzman was a little confused about what Yang Cong meant.

As he said that, Yang Cong turned his head and looked at the four rabbits beside him: "Four, you should also say hello to me as the King of Gold."

"Yes." Rabbit replied quickly.

"King of Gold?" Claudia Weitzman was a little stunned. Although she had been dead for so many years, her memory was still there, and she was not too unfamiliar with this.

"You can see it later." Yang Cong smiled mysteriously.

After a while, the rabbit seemed to have finished contacting the King of Gold, and then a figure suddenly appeared here.

"Clotia Weitzman."

Looking at the woman in front of him, the Golden King felt stupid for some reason.

He just stood there without taking a step forward.

Clodia Weizman also turned to look at the King of Gold. She had not seen him for 70 years, and Clodia Weizman no longer recognized the white-haired old man in front of her.

But even though they didn't know each other, they felt a little familiar.

"You are... Lieutenant!"

Clodia Weitzman finally remembered that familiar feeling. The man in front of her was the lieutenant from 70 years ago.

(End of this chapter)