Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred and Five: Too Many Masters

。 "Father, I haven't thanked you in person. Last time, Ji Zeming was injured by me, if you hadn't rescued him, I'm afraid he would have been gone a long time ago" Lan Qian stepped forward and saluted the evil emperor.

"You don't have to thank me, Qiuqiu is here, it wins my heart" The words of the evil emperor put a large list of words of thanks prepared by Lan Qian in his throat and eyes, and he couldn't say it.

"It's rare for my father to love Ji Zeming so much, but it was beyond my expectations. I'm curious, what is there about Ji Zeming that has attracted the attention of his father" Although Lan Qian tried her best to endure it, she still couldn't hold back.

"Only Invest in the Destiny"

Lan Qian didn't expect that the Evil Emperor would give her such an answer, no matter how she heard it, she dared to believe that it came from the mouth of the Evil Emperor. In his heart, in addition to his mother, there is also someone who makes him feel that he is afraid that he is only afraid of his own 'daughter', which is also dispensable.

"If it weren't for fate, how could you leave Qiuqiu by your side" The Evil Emperor saw Lan Qian's sluggish expression and asked rhetorically.

"Father, I kept Ji Zeming by my side to take him as a hostage" Lan Qian wanted to explain well, but after saying a word, she kept her mouth shut after thinking about it.

I can't say too much, I say too much, I don't know which sentence hit Ji Tianyu's lung tube. Now, she still has to rely on Ji Tianyu's strength and the Evil Emperor's fighting method

"Xiao Jing, this is the subordinate you recruited" The evil emperor also changed the topic, obviously, he didn't want to dwell on Ji Zeming.

"Father and Emperor, exactly" Lan Qian glanced at Ji Tianyu and the others.

"That's the kind of person, you also bring it back to participate in the battle" The Evil Emperor looked Ji Tianyu up and down and looked at Lan Qian.

That tone is all revealing the meaning of 'deluing' and contempt.

Of course, the Evil Emperor does have the capital to look down on Ji Tianyu and a few people. Among these people, the highest cultivation is Beiwu.

But in the Nine Levels, cultivation like Beiwu can be said to be everywhere. It's not unusual.

"Father, although their cultivation is not high enough, they are also figures with heads and faces in the fairy world, besides, if they compete with their father's subordinates, how can they have a chance of winning

Don't say it's them, it's a 'girl', in terms of cultivation, it's not as good as the cultivation of my father's subordinates," Lan Qian said lightly, not moved by the evil emperor's provocation.

"It seems that you have figured out what to compare" The evil emperor retorted to Lan Qian, not angry, although he still had some pimples in Lan Qian's heart, but she was always his own 'daughter', and she was still the only one. Therefore, the Evil Emperor has inexplicable connivance with Lan Qian in many cases.

"Yes, our strength is much weaker than that of our father's subordinates, if we don't choose some of our strengths, then we don't have to compete, we just admit defeat"

"Okay, your mother and I, I'll listen to you this time, and you'll be better than whatever you say" The Evil Emperor was refreshing, and patted Ji Tianyu's little head, even if it was a clapper.

Ji Zeming's face was full of displeasure, this is his head, not the armrest of his chair

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