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All the people looked at him, and there was only one emotion in their expressions, and the honor was only one of the elements.

The fat man rubbed his little eyes vigorously, looked up and down the clothes on the guy's body, his face was full of doubts, his heart was pounding, and the ominous feeling made him look listless at this time.

Looking at the fat man's stupid expression, Zihong immediately saw the latter's ideological baggage, stretched out her hand to pin, showing a white light, and a golden crown hat really appeared, and then smiled and put it on her head.

The big mouth was slightly pursed, the fat man's big plate teeth bit his thick lips, and he knelt down with a hateful sob, knocking his head on the floor fiercely, and the hoarse voice came out with a sobbing voice, "The purple red hall chief Chitose drives, and the little one bows down....... It's just that I don't understand one question, if I am not your junior brother in the future, what should I do about the seniority between you and the master?"

All the people looked at Zihong in amazement, and only then did they find out that something was wrong with the former from the fat man's crying reminder......

Interrupting everyone's exclamation, Zihong shook her head helplessly, waved her hand and said, "I don't want to sit in this position, so the gifts of the emperor god and other guys can't be accepted, but it's just an idle job with no power." ”

As he spoke, he casually sat down at the round table, lifted the half-warm tea shell and poured it into his arms, and drank it all in one gulp, and the sweet tea immediately cleared away some of the thirst and fatigue left over from the long flight.

The whole house immediately opened the pot, like a nest of wasps stabbed by someone, flying around, and Lena and Chubby Li ran out of the house in fear of chaos, and shouted loudly.

However, Zihong did sit there without the slightest nervousness or obstruction, because now his position is different from the past, and it won't be many years before all the powers of the empire will know about this, so there is nothing to hide from the news of the great earthquake in the country.

Looking at the frightened sweaty fat man, as if he had been prostrate, he was supported by He Gang, so he sat in front of him weakly, Zihong smiled: "I don't care about this title, as long as I don't go in public in the future, and I don't reveal my identity, we will still be commensurate with our senior brothers." Since the master is an old man, he is still my master, and if he can cultivate such an outstanding apprentice, I think he will be promoted soon!"

At this time, there was no politeness in what he said, and even when someone heard it, there was some suspicion of positivity. In fact, Zihong said this, there is nothing to be picky, and it is all the truth, the status of the Hall of Warlocks is lofty, and it is on a par with the Hall of Warriors.

The intention of the emperor god is actually not to be happy for a while, of course, there is his purpose, which is to let Zihong use this convenient identity to grow up quickly, so that when the empire is in a tense situation in the future, it can play a role in real variables.

The eight teachers and Hesha were dragged into the house by the good men when Lena and the others were chirping like chickens announcing the dawn and didn't figure out what was going on.

When they entered the silent room, when they reached the golden crown on the young man's head, his body suddenly stiffened and did not move, and his eyes were deep and full of horror!

"This is the robe of the sorcerer hall master, and the golden crown ......" The well-informed teachers, who saw the fame at a glance, all looked at Zihong's whole body in astonishment, and Teacher Hersha said tremblingly.