"Senior brother, don't be so nervous."

Jiang Louyue stretched out a hand and grabbed Di Jiuchen's arm, she could feel that his body was tense and stiff, "I have met the pavilion master twice, although he is a little gloomy, but he is not a tyrannical person, and he will not kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

"It's hard to say, there are no clean people in the royal family, and the emperor is also known as a benevolent monarch, so he can still have his hands covered in blood and slash his wife and children!"

Di Jiuchen was very stubborn, and his dark eyes became darker and darker.

Jiang Louyue sighed softly, she knew that at this moment, even if she said anything, it would be useless. The knot in the senior brother's heart is too heavy and too deep, and it cannot be resolved in a few words.

The car drove all the way forward, and after a quarter of an hour it arrived at its destination and stopped at the door of Jiuding Auction House.

Sure enough, as soon as the two got out of the car, they saw Xing Lao head-on.

"Yo, Lou Gongzi, Emperor Gongzi, please two of you."

Xing Lao smiled all over his face, was very polite, and made a gesture of invitation.

"What the pavilion master wants, my son has already done it, not only the pavilion master, is he still busy today?" Jiang Louyue asked with a smile.

Xing Lao smiled and said, "Naturally, there is, but the pavilion master said that I saw Lou Gongzi alone." ”

"This-" The smile on Jiang Louyue's face faded.

Emperor Jiuchen glanced at Xing Lao faintly, and said, "You go and tell the pavilion master that his script was rewritten by me." ”

The smile on Xing Lao's face stiffened, and a pair of cloudy eyes flashed with horror: "Rewrite? You rewrote the script without permission?! ”

He still knows a little bit about it.

After all, following Prince Yin all these years, he can be regarded as one of Prince Yin's henchmen.

"That's the script of the Pavilion Master, how can you rewrite it without permission?" Xing Lao seemed to have an unacceptable expression, glared at Jiang Louyue and Di Jiuchen for a while, and then sighed heavily, "You two are waiting here, let me go and report to the pavilion master, hey!" ”

A quarter of an hour later, Xing Lao appeared in front of Emperor Jiuchen and Jiang Louyue again.

"Two, the pavilion master summons, please put it."

Xing Lao's expression was slightly haggard, and he was gray-headed, probably because he had been reprimanded by his master just now.

Emperor Jiuchen and Jiang Louyue immediately faced the enemy.

The two followed closely behind Xing Lao, all the way to the top of the Jiuding Pavilion. I came to the room with a very luxurious dark tone.

The door creaked open, and the two stepped into the room.

A black, sombre and luxurious throne, a tall blue-purple back with its back to them, and hair that fell to the ground like a waterfall.

"Pavilion Master."

Jiang Louyue lowered her head, bowed down and called, "The first part of "Disaster Country" has been produced, please take a look at it." ”

She took out six sets of phantom plays and was about to step forward.

Emperor Jiuchen stretched out a hand and stopped Jiang Louyue's footsteps.

Jiang Louyue raised her head and cast a questioning look.

Emperor Jiuchen's dark eyes darkened slightly, and he took the six sets of phantom plays from Jiang Louyue's hand, blocked her in front of her, and took a step straight in the direction of the mysterious pavilion master.

"Let Mr. Lou take it himself."

Emperor Jiuchen had only taken a step when an extremely cold and gloomy voice came from the luxurious throne, with an unquestionable commanding tone.

Jiang Louyue's heart "chuckled".

The pavilion master had his back to them, and he actually saw through their small movements, could it be that there were eyes behind him?

This man really has the capital to make people fearful.

Jiang Louyue suddenly became empty, and stretched out her hand, wanting to get back the six sets of phantom scenes from Emperor Jiuchen's hand.

But Emperor Jiuchen didn't let it.

He stubbornly pushed Jiang Louyue away and gave her a warning look.

"You don't have the right to make a choice for her!"

The words of the mysterious pavilion master were slightly angry, and the air pressure in the entire room instantly dropped below freezing.

Emperor Jiuchen didn't move.

A pair of black eyes were like black holes, staring at the back of the mysterious pavilion master.

It's not him, it's not the emperor!

Just by looking at the back and listening to the voice, he can determine.

But if it's not the emperor, who should it be?

There is more than one prince in the palace who is about twenty or thirty years old and has a very high cultivation.

Emperor Que had many brothers, the older and the youngest, adding up to thirty or forty, among which the powerful ones could be counted as a dozen.

The eldest prince will definitely give birth to a son in his twenties.

For example, Di Ningwei, who lives next door to him, is the youngest daughter of Su Wangye, and Su Wangye also has a son in his twenties.

"Give it to me, brother."

Jiang Louyue glanced at Emperor Jiuchen, she didn't make a sound, she just made a lip sync, she knew that he could understand, "He only let me get closer, I'll see what the pavilion master looks like!" ”

Di Jiuchen clenched his fists.

Jiang Louyue took advantage of Emperor Jiuchen's inattention, snatched the phantom play in his hand, and then rushed to the front of the mysterious pavilion master.

She had never dared to cross that chair before, but this time for the sake of her senior brother and herself, she also fought hard!

Jiang Louyue jumped over, and then-

When she saw the front of the pavilion master clearly, she was completely stunned.

What is that?!

The pale face, the two horns on the top of the head, the pointed ears, the red eye sockets, and the hideous fangs are terrifying.

"Prajna Mask?"

Jiang Louyue's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is there a mistake?

What kind of quirk is this Pavilion Master wearing a mask with his back to the two of them? It's still such a terrifying mask like a demon!

Behind the mask, the corners of Di Yin's lips hooked up with an extremely evil arc.

Seeing her extremely surprised reaction, a sense of success rose in his heart.

A thirteen-year-old girl still wants to see through him? It's still a little too tender.

He was her master, and in the past two months of getting along, he had figured out all her habits and temperaments, and as long as she showed a glance and made a small movement, he could clearly predict what she was going to do next.

Di Jiuchen saw that the moonlight in Jianglou changed, and his body was one step faster than his brain, and he flashed in front of his junior sister as soon as possible, blocking in front and protecting her behind him.

At the same time, he also saw the pavilion master's face.

A demon-like mask comes into view.

Di Jiuchen frowned slightly, and a faint disappointment crossed his dark eyes.

He instantly realized that he and his junior sister had been tricked, and the other party came prepared.

"Huh."

The mysterious pavilion master with the mask of Prajna sneered, sat lazily on the extremely luxurious black chair, rested one hand on the other leg, tilted his head slightly, and put his right hand on the black armrest, and gently turned the wrench of the mutton fat white jade on his thumb for a while.

Emperor Jiuchen's entire gaze was focused on the dragon-patterned white jade wrench on the pavilion master's right hand, and his pupils, which were like black holes, shrank fiercely