Li Changsheng's eyebrows and lotus lines shone brightly, and his heart trembled:

[The Red Dust Tribulation, how did you get involved with the immortals? ] 】

[The Fourth Tribulation... There are also five tribulations...]

[No, I have to hurry up and train Mei Niang to become a master! ] 】

Hearing the news, Wu Zetian suddenly felt like a frightened bird, and his cold hair stood up:

Immortalize him... Is there something going to happen?

What kind of power secrets and the like in front of him, Wu Zetian didn't want to care.

She was now eager to know why Li Changsheng was in a hurry to train himself to become a master, what trouble he had encountered, and whether she could help.

Immortality against this boy...

Nothing!

But it backfired.

Li Changsheng didn't think about the catastrophe anymore.

"It's not that there's nothing to talk about."

He was bent on fooling Mu Beikui to accompany her through the red dust tribulation:

"It's not impossible for the Palace of the Lost World to compete for luck."

"I can help the Relic Palace, not to mention letting you get 100% of the luck of the three clans, at least I can ensure that you can continue for another era."

"What about the conditions?"

Mu Beikui was not happy too early.

She knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch:

"Immortal Jun opens conditions, as long as I have it in the Relic Palace, anything will do!"

"I don't want to leave things in the World Palace, I don't lack magic weapons."

Li Changsheng's eyes glowed green like a big bad wolf looking at Little Red Riding Hood, staring at Mu Beikui, and said demagoguously:

"I just want you to promise me one condition."

"Huh?"

Mu Beikui was stunned by Li Changsheng's staring, shuddered, and asked:

"On what terms?"

"The people who descended from the Palace of the Lost World..."

Li Changsheng licked his lips, smiled evilly, and said:

"It can only be you."

"Huh?"

This words and laughter made Mu Beikui chaotic in an instant.

The golden curtain that shielded the vision of mortals was faintly unstable and had the potential to crumble.

"Huh, what, huh?"

Li Changsheng waved his left hand lightly to help Mu Beikui stabilize the golden curtain, and joked:

"Pay attention to the demeanor of the immortals."

Listening to the young man's rampant words, Mu Beikui lowered his head and didn't dare to take the stubble.

Through the light curtain, Li Changsheng could still see the blush on Mu Beikui's face:

He... What is his expression?

For... Why can it only be me?

He won't... Have you taken a fancy to me?

When Mu Beikui was in turmoil, Li Changsheng was also a little suspicious:

[What's wrong with this Palace Master of the Lost World? 】

[I didn't do anything, what is she blushing? 】

[A fairy, so easy to be shy? 】

Wu Zetian glanced at the young man with a strange look in his eyes:

Gee.

So as long as I'm simple enough, I'm not playing hooligan?

A few people are ape.

After half a column of incense.

"If you don't do it, give me a happy word."

Seeing that Mu Beikui hadn't thought about it yet, Li Changsheng urged impatiently.

He didn't have the time to accompany the palace master of the bereaved world to play guess.

"Ahh

Urged by Li Changsheng, the palace master of the bereaved world became more and more shy, like an ostrich, burying his red pretty face in the ravine, and asked in a low voice:

"You... Can you tell me why it could only be me? ”

"It's not time to say yet."

Li Changsheng waved his hand, pretending to be angry, and said:

"No, why do you have so many questions? Just do it, don't do it, I'll give it to others. ”

He didn't know if it was the right thing to do.

But when his master asked him to do multiple-choice questions, he pressed him step by step.

It is said that this will force out the choice he subconsciously wants.

Like what... Do you love to be a teacher?

"Good, good."

And the feedback given by Mu Beikui also confirms this from the side:

Li Changsheng's master can't be wrong!

But seeing that Li Changsheng's words fell less than three seconds, Mu Beikui looked tense, hurried, and subconsciously gave an answer:

"I promise."

"Good."

The boy nodded and chuckled:

"Your disciples will thank you."

"Hah, I hope so."

Mu Beikui forced a smile, sobbing secretly:

Woo woo, disciples, your palace master has sacrificed hue... Phew, sacrificing yourself, the luck that the sheep got for you, you must fight for it in the future!

After the deal was established, the two discussed some details, set a time, and cut off the transmission.

At this time, Dugu Jialuo also opened his phoenix eyes.

Having made a decision, she stopped inking, and knelt down cleanly towards Mu Beikui, shouting:

"Master, please be worshiped by the disciple!"