"Because when we were all trapped in the house, you weren't there, and you didn't share the ups and downs with us. "Another voice sounded from the stairs, and Beiluo Shimen, who had already returned to the room, stood at the corner of the stairs at some point, looking in the direction of the hall.www.biquge.info

If it is said that the Lord of the Stove lacks awareness of Zhao Chengping's violence index, and is deceived by his seemingly gentle appearance and thus has certain illusions about him, then the Beiluo Master, just these four words, the mention of these four words makes the Lord of the Stove feel a lot of pressure.

The right-hand man under the command of the Northern Zhenwu Emperor led a million heavenly soldiers and generals to conquer, and the Demon Emperor didn't know how many he had killed, and his iron-blooded career over the years made him not angry and arrogant, even if he stood there with a smile, it made people feel that the next moment he waved his hand, and many swords and axes would rush out of the shadows behind him, and his hands would rise...... Knife Fall......

The Lord of the Stove only felt a chill around his neck, and couldn't help but shudder, and said tremblingly: "Hey, I'm just a little Stove God, why do you embarrass me?" ”

"Oh? Big shot? Zhao Chengping raised his eyebrows and asked, "It turns out that you went to see the big man today, I don't know, which big man is it?" ”

Lord Zao knew that he was speechless, and tried hard to remedy it: "Isn't the big man I'm talking about you, you can be the agent of the immortal training class in the world, you are not a big man, who else is a big man?" ”

Zhao Chengping couldn't help laughing: "I said...... Have you lied before? If you tell a lie of this grade, I will feel that you feel that I am not worthy of your hard work to create a perfect lie, and I feel very slighted. ”

The Lord of the Stove knew that he couldn't hide it, so he simply closed his mouth tightly and looked at the sky and pretended to be dead.

The coercive figure approached step by step, Beiluo Shimen and Zhao Chengping stood side by side, looking at the Lord of the Stove who looked like he was at home, Beiluo Shimen said lightly: "He refused to speak." ”

"Well, it may be that I ate too much sugar melon and my teeth were glued."

"That's going to be a problem." Beiluo Shimen seemed to be very distressed.

Zhao Chengping smiled: "It's not troublesome, the teeth are sticky, then they will all be pulled out, isn't it good?" ”

As if hearing a very good idea, Beiluo Shimen high-fived him with a fist: "Oh, yes, why didn't I think of it just now." ”

The two of them looked at the Lord of the Stove with an evil smile, approaching him, and the waist knife of the Beiluo Master was even half-drawn out of its sheath, and the cold light flickered, reflecting in the eyes of the Lord of the Stove.

"Don't you want that...... Woo woo woo ...... "The Lord of the Stove suddenly cried loudly, he felt that his fate was too tragic, although he was just a family god, but since he succeeded Zhu Rong as the God of the Stove, who did not respectfully worship him, everything according to the rules, he didn't ask for much, it was just a freshly brewed ale wine and sugar melon, and he never relied on his annual opportunity to report to the heavenly court to extort anything from the mortals.

What kind of honest and introverted honest person like him will be targeted by the Eastern Emperor first, and then by the Northern God of War, the Eastern Emperor asks him not to divulge his information, and the Northern God of War wants to ask him about the Eastern Emperor, the two gods are not easy to mess with, isn't this a kiss's life!

The more the Lord of the Stove thought about it, the more sad he became, and he cried louder and louder, summoning all the immortals who had already returned to their respective houses. ”

The woman was soft-hearted, Xie Yun squatted down. leaned and looked at the Lord of the Stove sympathetically: "Why are you crying so sadly?" Did the two of them bully you? ”

Lord Zao nodded vigorously, accidentally saw the cold light flashing in the eyes of Beiluo Shimen again, and shook his head again: "No, I just suddenly felt that my life was too bitter." ”

wiped a handful of tears fiercely, and looked up at the immortals standing in a circle around him, the Lord of the Stove knew that if he didn't confess honestly today, he wouldn't be able to hide, he weighed the pros and cons, although the threat of the sentence was still echoing in his ears, but if he didn't confess honestly, these people in front of him didn't seem to even have the intention of letting him go back to heaven.

"Heroes don't eat the !! in front of them" What's more, he is not a good man, the king of the stove gritted his teeth fiercely and made up his mind. He told everything he knew like a bamboo bucket pouring beans.

Although Zhao Chengfang had just heard the word "big man", he already had a certain expectation of what he had encountered during this time, but he didn't expect it to be such a big person, the Emperor of the East, the god of spring who has the power of all things.

"Are you familiar with him?" Zhao Chengping asked about the Beiluo Division.

The latter shook his head, one to the east, one to the north, one for ten thousand years of conquest, and one for a peaceful place.

When the immortals heard the name of Jumang, they also looked at each other, and put away their grinning, although the prestige of the Wufang Emperor was not as powerful as it was in the flood years, but for these immortals who only ascended to the sky in the later period, it was also a name that only existed in legends and memories.

In the entire fairy training class, only the harlequin could have had contact with Jumang.

"What about the harlequin?" Zhao Chengping glanced at the onlookers, she was not there, there was no one in her room on the second floor, the clown went out, and no one knew where she went.

Nezha, who was standing beside the Lord of the Stove, took a deep breath: "The old man of the Stove God has the fragrance on the clothes of the harlequin. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the Lord of the Stove who thought he could slip away quietly, and the Lord of the Stove glared at Nezha fiercely, but this seemingly child-like god of the Three Altars of the Sea Society didn't care at all, and looked at the Lord of the Stove with a provocative smile, almost writing on his face, "I don't accept you to beat me." ”

That's it, thinking about the Qiankun circle in his hand, the most important thing is that there is also a master Taiyi Zhenren who protects his shortcomings, and the Lord of the Stove has a few lives that are not enough to pinch Nezha.

Anyway, I've already said half of it, and saying the other half together won't make things worse.

"They already knew each other?"

"The harlequin is the goddess?"

"Did Ju Mang get the ten suns?"

"Wow, does Dijun know such exciting news?"

The enthusiasm of the gods and immortals for gossip and gossip is no worse than that of the three aunts and six wives of mortals, and they piece together the various versions they have heard of, and come to the conclusion:

"Jumang wants to rebel, first extinguish the fire department, then deal with the thunder department, and then attack the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, and be the emperor of heaven himself!"

It's nothing for Beiluo Shimen and Xie Yun, who don't want to go back to Heaven at all, but it's different for the immortals who want to save enough merit to return to Heaven.