Chapter 3: Meet in the Dungeon
"Okay, come on, invite Tang Gongzi down to rest "well"! Tang Xiaojiu said gloomily.
"Hehe, you agree with that!" Tang Tianjian didn't notice Tang Xiaojiu's gloomy tone at all.
Tang Xiaojiu was silent, and as her order was given, two people dressed in black jumped down from the beams of the hall in the hall, it was Mo Yi and Mo Qi.
didn't say a word, and directly dragged out with Tang Tianjian's armpit on his side.
"Eh, I'm your guest! You're welcome! Tap! Hey! ”
Tang Xiaojiu glanced at him, why is this person so noisy!
Luo Cha leaned his head over, "Hey, you really have to agree to this person's conditions!" The paper money system, that's what we threatened six countries to get them to agree to! ”
Recalling the five-year international conference initiated by the barbarian countries, at the first meeting presided over by the barbarian patriarch Manyong, the other six countries dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and as soon as this policy came out, they immediately opposed it.
As a result, he said in a sad tone with compassion: "Hey, our demon lord, you also know women, when they are in a bad mood, they are easy to be emotional, once the Fire Spirit Country and the Shi Country were automatically surrendered until the last penny could not be paid, with paper money, it is also possible to respond to emergencies after the treasury is stolen!" Hey, our demon lord is so willful, we also have a headache! What do you think? ”
As soon as these words came out, the envoys of the other six countries immediately fell like garlic and joked! Even the Demon Hall that Zhuji Mountain doesn't want to deal with, how many monks are folded in their hands, they are just mortals, can they still stop the Demon Hall from stealing their treasury?
No matter how long it has passed, Tang Xiaojiu still has that calm appearance, but a trace of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, in the past ten years, Di Fanyin's situation has become worse and worse......
"It doesn't matter, which country has a big opinion of the barbarians?"
Since the Tianji Pavilion came to an end in the hands of Luo Cha, Luo Cha has become darker and darker, and at the beginning of the establishment of the barbarian country, how much money and wealth came out of his hands.
"Of course it's Yan Kingdom, I heard that last time Yan Kingdom boycotted the Hui Ling Pill from the Barbarian Country, and said that the Demon Palace and mortal things are immoral!"
Luo Cha looked like he was watching a good show, and dared to provoke Tang Xiaojiu, haven't they lived enough?
"Very good, give one percent of their share to Tang Tianjiao. Continuing what I haven't said just now, at the end of this month, I hope to improve all the disciples' suzhì, and all those who haven't changed their bad habits will be rebuilt for me! ”
The dungeon, I'm afraid it's the most terrifying place in the entire Demon Temple, how many monks' lives are explained here, the torture instruments are hung on the wall in a dazzling array of places, spread on the table, as soon as you enter, even in the middle of summer, you feel like you've entered an ice cellar, the smell of blood fills your nose, the ground is slimy, it's not yet dry blood stains and water seepage on the ground.
Tang Tian pulled on the fence, "Hey! Let me out! I'm a VIP! Do you know how to entertain VIPs? Throw me here for a few meanings! Demon Lord! Did you promise me? ”
"Don't scream!"
Hai Ran carefully lifted the corners of her skirt and rolled her eyes in the air.
Although her status in Tang Xiaojiu's mind really has no place, she didn't treat her badly, and her free authority was also given to her, the only thing that she couldn't interfere in was the official affairs of the Demon Palace, and it just so happened that Hai Ran could also carry it clearly, and never mixed it in.
Tang Tianjian seemed to have suddenly changed into a person, he couldn't get off just now, but now he was uncharacteristically silent, "It's you, ......" (to be continued.) )