"Who wants to be kissed by you?"

Li Changsheng tilted his head and said coldly:

"Female rascal, I don't want to be kissed by you!"

[The man said that he didn't want to think about it. 】

[Quick, kiss me, right now, don't hesitate!] 】

[My dearest and most beloved good mother~]

"Poof."

Wu Zetian laughed out loud.

Stinky man, still in love with my tsundere?

It's like it.

If I hadn't heard you, I would have almost been deceived by you!

Looking at the young man who kept looking at himself with his spare eyes and a slightly anxious look between his eyebrows, Wu Zetian suddenly raised a wicked smile:

Do you want tsundere?

Okay, I've made you tsundere!

"Ah, don't you like it? Then I won't kiss you~"

Wu Zetian pretended to be lost and said regretfully:

"Alas, who made me a good baby who listens to the words of Changsheng~"

"What!?"

Li Changsheng straightened his head in disbelief and stared at Wu Zetian.

[Huh? 】

[No, Wu Meiniang, you got the wrong script, right? ] 】

[You're a female hooligan! You're going to have to kiss me! 】

Bah.

You're a hooligan.

I am the Emperor! Emperor! Not a female hooligan!

Wu Zetian secretly spat and said with a strange smile:

"What? I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"No, you understand."

Li Changsheng rolled around and played a scoundrel:

"I want to kiss."

"What? Are you going to kiss again? ”

Wu Zetian covered his mouth and smiled, like a scumbag flying a kite to catch Kaizi, sometimes close and sometimes away, hanging Li Changsheng's appetite:

"Why do you keep changing hexagrams? No kiss, no kiss. ”

"No, I want to kiss it."

was only one foot away from the door, but he couldn't get in, and the young man was anxious:

"Good mother, do you want to kiss~"

This feeling of being visible and intangible, is like a fairy standing naked in front of you scratching her head, but you can't get up...

It's hard to scratch my heart!

"Hee-hee, it's late."

Wu Zetian's smiling flowers trembled, charming and moving, pushing Li Changsheng's head that came over to ask for a kiss, and coaxed and deceived:

"I still have a few questions, if you answer them for me, I will reward you for kissing, if you don't answer well, you can only hug you~"

"I answer, I answer, I promise to answer well."

Li Changsheng nodded frequently as if the chicken was pecking rice.

Okay.

There is no immortal temperament at all, Wu Zetian has a flat A, and he forced out his flash and big move.

[Woo woo, it's not that I'm spineless. 】

[It's Mei Niang's kiss is too fragrant! ] 】

"Fool."

Wu Meiniang wrapped her jade fingers in all her charms, lightly tapped the five-colored lotus pattern on Li Changsheng's eyebrows, knocked on Li Changsheng's left hand, and asked:

"When will they come down to earth?"

"Three months later, I don't know exactly when."

Li Changsheng pinched Wu Zetian's fine skin and tender meat, and said:

"Immortals need an opportunity to descend to earth."

"For example, if I go down to earth to wash the Li family in blood, I borrow the corpse to return the soul, and the immortals of the other three days of the immortal realm go down to earth, and they also need an opportunity."

"You can ask your subordinates to pay more attention, if something strange happens in various states and counties recently, it may be a sign that the immortals will descend to earth."

The separation of immortals and mortals is a rule set by the Heavenly Dao.

If you want to participate in the game of Reiki Revival, you have to follow the rules of the game.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao will kick you out of the chessboard at any time.

It's like the saint who broke the rules and tried to get involved in the world.

Thinking of that saint, Li Changsheng was furious:

[Mei Niang didn't say that I almost forgot. 】

[Behind the scenes of the revival of Reiki, there is also a saint who is fueling the flames. 】

[Damn, I don't know which shameless old immortal it is. 】

[They are all saints, and they have to compete with us immortals for luck. 】

[You are not seen in the Harvest Campaign. 】

[Phew, a typical don't do anything with money! 】

Sage?

Is there really a saint who is stronger than an immortal?

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes shone with fine light.

She knows the saints.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Great Zhou, there is a complete set of ancient books, which specifically records some information about the sage.

Like Nuwa, Fuxi, Sanqing...

These people or demons belong to the category of saints.

Legend has it that they were born in the era of the ancient flood and famine, immortal, immortal, reincarnation, inviolable, indestructible, and terrifying.

It's just that...

What do they covet in the world?

"Compared to your immortal realm, the mortal world should be regarded as a barren land, right?"

"Why does that fairy seem to want to go down to earth?"

Li Changsheng didn't mention the saint to Wu Zetian verbally, so she couldn't directly ask the saint why he wanted to calculate the world.

You can only start with the immortals first, and then speculate on the sage's plan from the side.

"Mu Beikui is the nether realm that collects the luck of the world for his own forces."

Li Changsheng looked at Dugu Jialuo and said:

"Their luck is running out."

The Lord of the Palace of the Remains...

100,000 years ago it was a coveted position.

Right now?

Hehe.

Dugu Jialuo has taken over a mess.

There is still a long way to go.

"Two of the three sentences in your conversation are inseparable from luck, what is this luck?"

"A general nomenclature of appellation."

Li Changsheng snapped his fingers and counted:

"National fortune, faith, and incense can all be called luck, and your imperial dragon qi is also a part of luck."

"Imperial dragon qi? What is it? Is it strong? ”

"It is the talisman given by Heaven to the mortal emperors, so that you can suppress those powerful and disobedient people, as for whether it is strong or not..."

Li Changsheng stretched out five fingers, word by word, and said:

"Five words: invincible in the world."

"My throne... Not orthodox ... Also has Imperial Dragon Qi? ”

"Heaven doesn't care if you're orthodox or not."

"It turns out... There really is a true dragon emperor..."

Wu Zetian muttered.

In the past, she had always regarded the True Dragon Son as a kind of rhetoric for the emperors of the past dynasties to unite the monks and fool the people and courtiers into their allegiance.

"Then what will happen if the dynasty's luck is gone?"

"Let's just say that."

The questions and answers were really a bit boring, Li Changsheng yawned, sat up straight, and said:

"The world is a gambling game, the fairy world and the mortal world are two gambling tables, and every immortal sect and human dynasty is a gambler on the gambling table."

"And luck is the bargaining chip in your hand."

"A person, if he is unlucky, he will stuff his teeth when he drinks water, and if he jumps off a cliff to commit suicide, he can pick up peerless exercises."

"An immortal sect or dynasty, if the luck is gone, the Heavenly Dao will kick her out of the world's gambling table and replace her with the next group of gamblers."

Survival of the fittest, success and defeat.

At the world's gaming table, every day is metabolizing.

If you want not to be eaten, you can only eat others.

This is a battle of luck.

Even if you win or lose, you will also decide life and death!

"Honey..."

Seeing Li Changsheng's sleepiness coming, Wu Zetian paused, stroked the tips of his hair and thought about it, and decided to pay him some interest first... Help him refresh himself!

I saw that the empress pushed Li Changsheng's white shirt up, hooked Li Changsheng's waist with her jade legs, and sat on Li Changsheng's body like a female knight.

The jade legs, which were smoother than silk brocade, rubbed the young man's tiger waist and the young man's mutton fat, less than an inch away from her dark claustrophobia.

Then she lowered her head, aimed at Li Changsheng's lips, and kissed her.

Now, the distance is less than half an inch!

Wind and snow and moon.

Wu Meiniang hooked her fingers at the little man under her whose face was even redder than herself, endured her shame, and laughed:

"Are you in good spirits, my little minister~"