"How long will you dead man be romantic, if I see it, I will kill you!!"

"Child, can't you be a good man? stop being like a child, my mother's heart is about to break..."

"Bold fox demon, see where you run! Take your life to !!"...

Zhuo Yuan was shocked, my sister is an immortal-like existence, and she will have so many troubles, hey... It seems that it is too difficult to be a man, and a love relationship makes it difficult for the supernatural senior sister to move an inch, but fortunately she is a dragon.

Gathering his mind, Zhuo Yuan walked out of the door with confidence, and when he saw the demon king watching it at the door, he was so frightened that he almost vomited...

The demon king said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

Zhuo Yuan stroked the erected hair and said with a smile: "Oh, that's the case, senior sister has drunk too much, I'll go get some utensils, maybe she'll vomit in a while." ”

How could the demon king believe it, "Stay here, don't go anywhere! ”

Zhuo Yuan hurriedly agreed, neither standing nor sitting, looking at the demon king blankly.

The demon king looked at his wife and sighed, "This dead lady can't drink enough, she wants to drink, you can get drunk to death!" Although the words were indifferent, but his hands were not idle, he picked up his wife and walked towards the dormitory, and passed the message to Xiaohong, asking him to get some sobering tea.

Zhuo Yuan sat at the table and said disdainfully: "I know that I am capable, and you will say those words again when she wakes up!"

At this time, the black crack around him flashed, and the demon king shouted: "Dead dragon!

Frightened, Zhuo Yuan didn't dare to make any sound, so he could only drink the wine with his head down...

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Early in the morning of the day of the Spring Festival, Li Xun led a luxurious carriage to stop at the door of Xiang Liang's mansion, behind the carriage were groups of Qin soldiers, led by the capital cavalry, with the Praetorian Guard as the inner encirclement, and the outer part was the Du Wei army, more than half of the defense forces of Xianyang City had arrived, and the momentum was quite huge.

At this time, a person came down from the carriage, it was the prince Zheng, I saw him proud of the spring breeze, his face was flushed, it seemed that he was excited, and after getting out of the car, he grabbed Xiang Liang's hands and said: "Xiang Taifu, the widow is about to become the king of Qin, in order to express his gratitude, Taifu is willing to go to Yongdu with the widow?"

Xiang Liang was also happy that his apprentice could have such a good thing, and gladly accepted the invitation, holding his arm and stepping into the car.

The interior of the carriage is extremely spacious, the thigh-thick cypress wooden frame makes it extremely strong, and the bronze guard is unbreakable, the sandalwood square table is placed with tea sets, even if the pot is full of white water, it will become extremely fragrant, and the front and rear seats are wrapped in soft cloth, soft and comfortable, conducive to long journeys.

Xiang Liang stroked the armrest that could be folded, "Who came up with this clever plan?"

The prince said with a smile: "Of course it was Li Aiqing's idea, and everyone began to be jealous of his talent, this person is really..." Li Xun's intention is to let the master replace the middle father and be the successor of my Great Qin, and the widow also thinks it is extremely suitable, I don't know what the master wants?"

Xiang Liang was taken aback, and then said calmly: "Zheng'er, your kindness is understood by the master, but the master has no intention of ruling the government, he just wants to die peacefully with his family, if the middle father can get lost, then continue to let him help you manage Daqin, the 'Xiangguo Policy' is enough to see his resourcefulness..."

"Master, don't you think you're saying too late? Can he help me with peace of mind? Then Tian Chengxiang doesn't need to bring 30,000 elite soldiers to congratulate, let alone the 'Xiangguo Policy'. The prince frowned, and said, "Why doesn't the master help me?"

Xiang Liang dodged the prince's persistent gaze and looked out the window, "Li Xun, General Wang, Mengshi brothers... They are all rare talents, it is enough to have them, I am a burden to you compared to them, and my only hope now is that you can make the people of the world live a life free of war, do you understand?"

The crown prince lowered his head, his face gloomy, "Master, I understand, I will fulfill this grand wish, my mother taught me this before, my mother died too miserably..."

Xiang Liang was about to speak, but the prince said again: "Master, I know that you don't let me say what happened before, I only say such things to you alone, I really hope you can stay by my side... However, the master has made up his mind, and the apprentice can only accept it, master, Zhao Zheng thank you. Then he looked out the window and said no more.

Xiang Liang didn't mean to speak anymore, and his determination to go away was even stronger, only hoping that this spring festival enthronement ceremony would end soon...

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Zhuo Yuan followed closely behind the demon king and flew towards Yongdu, but the cyan gourd in his arms made it uneasy, first, he was afraid that the demon king would find out and the given would become stealing;

The demon king didn't bother to pay attention to it, and flew straight away, never understanding why the nine raccoon dogs refused to be reincarnated, what did it want to do?

The legend that the power of the ice coffin is not how cold it is, but how to make the people in the coffin collapse to death, most of them are due to suicide, and the rest are due to the psychological burden is too great, and after reaching the limit of bearing, the demon king also has affection for her, so he has a serious face, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

At this time, a person flew in front of him, and the demon king snorted coldly when he saw this person, and said strangely: "Yo, it's really rare to see you here today, and this king thought that he couldn't see his senior brother..."

The Human Emperor smiled, not angry at his curse, and retorted: "Lord Demon King is still so funny, your senior brothers are very busy, it's normal not to see it, the horns on your head are so bright, is there anything happy that can't be done?"

The demon king was furious, he had been humiliated by this horn in his life, but the human emperor just mentioned it, summoned the golden stick and held it in his hand, "It seems that the senior brother is in a very good mood today, why don't you let the younger brother accompany you through two moves!"

The Human Emperor was not afraid, and said with a smile: "You will suffer in this emperor's territory, for the sake of fairness, can we compete in the soul control technique?"

The demon king took back the golden stick and said proudly: "If the senior brother says this, this king will definitely bow down, just rely on you, come here, there is a village below, let's have a cow and horse fight!" After speaking, he flew towards the village under his feet, and the human emperor followed with a smile.

Zhuo Yuan can know what this bull and horse war is all about, it is to use his own true qi to control the body of the animal, and kill the opponent's animal for victory, although it is a child's play for the immortals, but the requirements for the use of true qi are very harsh, not only can not use the true qi to hurt the opponent's animal body, but also have to use the true qi to drive the animal limbs to attack the other party, which can fully reflect their respective strengths, and it is even more difficult to make the third party send out their own moves, so they are happy to continue the game that seems to be very low-level.

Zhuo Yuan had always been worried that the Demon King would find out about the existence of the cyan gourd, and he was hoping to stay away from him, how could he miss the opportunity given by the Human Emperor, so he flew forward alone.

There was almost no one in the village, and most of them rushed to Yongdu to pay homage to King Qin, and no one found that the bulls and horses on the hillside looked at each other and the next strange battle.

The golden ploughing ox bowed its head and gathered strength, its eyes reddened, and its sharp horns glittered with cold light, while the white steed on the opposite side paced left and right, moving elegantly, and the black hooves of the horses scraped wisps of dust...