Chapter Eighty-Nine: The City Lord

It turns out that department-level personnel always have to be taken seriously, and five days later, when we were in prison, the city lord had already come to our cell.

Just looking at the appearance of the city lord, I didn't feel that there was that kind of fireworks unique to the world.

"This smoke is yours?" the city lord sat across from the cell, where the jailer had already prepared a wide chair.

Definitely not a good official, just look at the virtue of being a powerful man.

"Yes yes yes ......" I replied busily, but I was glad that this city lord did not seem to be a good official, if he was really an honest and honest person, we were afraid that it would be really difficult for us to escape this catastrophe.

"Anything else?" the city lord continued, and the one who asked was justified.

"Yes. ”

"Bring it. "Nima, this is more righteous than taking something out of your pocket.

"I can't take it out. ”

I said, sure enough, the city lord had already shown his majesty in the next moment. frowned, and the eyes that looked at me were instantly full of murderous aura, although not strong, but very pure murderous aura.

The jailer next to me naturally felt the change in the city lord, and he also frowned, quickly glared at me, and after signaling me to shut up, he came to the city lord and whispered a few words in the city lord's ear.

The city lord's face was indeed much softened, and his gaze at me was no longer murderous.

"Open it and let him take it out. The lord of the city pointed to the handcuffs in my hand and said.

The jailer then pulled out the key and pounded the handcuffs twice, and the cuffs were opened.

"City Lord, I don't think you are a human being, but how can the city under your jurisdiction be so similar to the human management method?" I rubbed my wrist on my face, while talking to the city lord, of course, by the way, I was also recovering my spiritual sense.

The city lord seemed to know these processes, but he didn't rush to urge me to take out the cigarette quickly, but wiped an unnatural smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said: "This is indeed the management model of the world, but this model was created by others, and I am only responsible for implementing it." ”

Holding grass, there is an insider, looking at the meaning of the city lord, the person who created this model seems to be his leader, and with his unnatural smile before, I am almost sure.

After a few moments, my spiritual consciousness was restored, and I took out two cigarettes directly from the spiritual platform and handed them to the city lord.

"None?"

"It's gone. "I spread my hands and said I really didn't have any. "However, if the city lord likes it, I can still get this thing, but the time is uncertain, because this thing was also given to me by a friend of the heavenly realm, and I don't know when he will come to me. ”

The City Lord looked at me with a glint in his eyes, not because I was able to continue to get this thing, but because the person who provided it to me was from the Heavenly Realm.

People in the heavenly realm can't come to the underworld at will, and listening to me say this, the city lord naturally has his own plans. The people who can come and go to the Three Realms casually are all people with special status, and these people are all great gods, even if the city lord has reached the realm of the current god realm, then when he sees those people, he must lower his head and be obedient.

A moment later, when the city lord raised his head again, he already had a smile on his face, not to say yes

It's a smile that is cute, or at least it's approachable.

Cool, this feeling of pulling tiger skin to make a coat is so cool, just look at the attitude of the city lord towards me, a prisoner.

And when I was in the dark, in the heavenly realm, in the courtyard of the Destiny Monarch, the four heads were looking at a water curtain in front of me, and in the water curtain, I was looking at the city lord with a dark face.

Hmph! The old man snorted coldly and left, for this kind of opportunistic means, the old man is very disdainful of using it, if it weren't for the fact that the king has been appeasing the old man, it is estimated that the old man has now split the yin and yang realm with one palm, and rushed directly to the underworld to kill people.

The old man left, leaving the three people looking at each other, their expressions surprisingly consistent, embarrassed, twisted, and weird.

After a long while, he ordered Jun to let out a long breath, and then said, "This goods...... Isn't it a bit like you?" said Mingjun as he looked up at the flower farmer in front of him.

"Fuck your uncle, like Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu has such a ...... So...... What's that?" the flower farmer quickly straightened up, trying to keep himself righteous and awe-inspiring.

It's a pity that this image has only lasted for a few breaths, and the flower farmer has already lowered his head, looking at his life and his wife with slanted eyes, with a very reluctant face, but he obviously said very happily: "Sort of." ”

"I like this guy too. The flower farmer's wife was beside her, and she gnawed off half of the cucumber in her hand with a click, and then said inarticulately.

"Why don't I recognize him as my godson?" said the flower farmer's wife, who tried to swallow the cucumber in her mouth, shook her neck twice.

"No!" the two voices rang out in unison.

In an instant, there were fine beads of sweat on the foreheads of the flower farmer and the king. Because the woman in front of her, who is more than 200 pounds, is also a master who dares to speak and do, if she succeeds, there will be no place for the faces of the two people.

First of all, the flower farmer and I have always been called brothers, it should be a brother, if I become the godson of the flower farmer's wife, then the flower farmer has to call his wife an aunt or aunt, think about himself every night to sleep with his aunt in his arms, the flower farmer suddenly feels as if something of his own is about to leave him.

The second is the life, I am also the seventh generation of the life's gate is a brother, and although the life-king is the originator of the life-gate, but because the life-gate is a single generation, the disciple is a disciple, and the head of the family, so this relationship should also be an equal relationship, so I and the life-king should also get along with each other as brothers, so the ending of the life-king is naturally the same as the flower farmer.

"Why?" said the woman, glaring at the two men in front of her.

Two men, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, it was the flower farmer who opened his mouth first.

"This little guy is still unstable, we can observe it for a while. The flower farmer said with a serious face.

"I think the flower farmer is right, how can you casually accept a mortal as a godson, if this spreads, no one will make a big fuss about the immortals. Mingjun also quickly agreed, and even buckled a big hat on the woman's head.

The flower farmer secretly stretched out his thumb towards the flower farmer, and the flower farmer also gave him a tacit look.

"I'll see who of them dare!" the woman stomped her foot fiercely, and the bluestone ground was under her feet

The cracks on the surface were suddenly dense, and even the entire courtyard of the Destiny King shook slightly.

"However, I think you're right, I do need to keep looking at him. The woman continued, although her attitude was resolute, but at least the matter of taking in her son in front of her was successfully delayed.

Mingjun and the flower farmer nodded busily yes.

"You! go down and see why they treat him like this, I can investigate him, but no one else will be allowed to interfere with my test subject. The woman finally pointed to the flower farmer next to her and gave her a vicious look at the light curtain.

Underworld.

I felt the back of my neck suddenly cool, and for a moment, the feeling of being watched and spied on filled my whole body, and the hairs on my whole body exploded in just an instant, and I even looked around unconsciously.

My state is embarrassing, but if I compare it to the city lord in front of me, my state is much better.

At this time, the city lord's whole body was already slumped on the chair, his face was pale, and large beads of sweat gathered on his face, and after a few breaths, they had gathered into a line of water, dripping down his chest. The broad chest is also rising and falling violently, looking like a fish caught from the water, trying to breathe the last bit of oxygen. The city lord's fingers had been deeply embedded in the armrests of the chair, and the fine cracks were densely distributed on the armrests, if it weren't for the jailer next to him stretching out a leg to support the chair, it is estimated that the city lord would have sat down on the ground by now.

It feels like this kind of thing is very strange, but it is more accurate than intuition, and the city lord naturally felt a murderous aura like the essence just now, like a poisonous snake entrenched between his neck, in an instant, the city lord almost lingered at the door of the ghost gate for a century, one step worse, he may be forever reincarnated, and he will never recover.

Fortunately, this killing machine came and went quickly. After a while, the city lord had done it again, but his face was still as pale as paper.

In the end, after throwing down a few words, the city lord had already left like a burning buttocks, and before leaving, he looked at me deeply, and that look was almost the same as looking at a plague god.

The lord of the city left, and everyone came out of their rooms and reunited together.

"What's the matter? Does he have hemorrhoids?" Liu stammered and didn't know when he understood the clinical symptoms and manifestations of hemorrhoids, and was looking at the direction the city lord left at this time, rubbing his chin with his fingers, and said with a serious face.

"It should be worse than hemorrhoids, hemorrhoids are a knife in the buttocks, he should be a knife in the head. "I summarized the performance of the city lord and gave my final judgment.

The matter ended like this, we did see the city lord, but unfortunately the city lord fled in a panic after taking my two cigarettes, like a dog frightened by the sound of firecrackers, and the matter about us was not resolved in the end.

However, I also have my own opinion on this matter.

"That's a good thing, at least now he shouldn't dare do anything to us, and besides, he's already taken my cigarette, and I'm afraid he won't take it to honor his immediate boss?" I squinted at the crowd.

Everyone neatly gestured their middle fingers at me, and the meaning in their eyes was surprisingly consistent.

Thank you. I raised an eyebrow at the crowd.