Dragon Palace.

Song Zhengshu asked people to carry the body of his fifth son into the palace for an audience.

I saw the existence that was wearing a dragon yellow robe, not angry and self-threatening, and exuding terror and coercion.

Song Zhengshu couldn't help but tighten his face, and a little awe arose in his heart.

"Your Majesty, I implore Your Majesty to be the master of the old minister."

"The old minister wants to sue the Nine Emperor Princes, the Nine Emperor Princes are tyrannical, and they order their slaves and maids to kill the five sons of the old minister, my Song family has been loyal to the Shenlong Dynasty for generations, and I pity my son for a little more thing, so I went, His Royal Highness the Nine is the prince of the dynasty, the old minister is helpless, and please ask Your Majesty to uphold justice for the old minister."

After saying that, Song Zhengshu leaned over deeply and arched his hand.

He did this to show his loyalty to the Dragon Emperor, and secondly, to test the Dragon Emperor's attitude towards the Nine Emperors' son, Long Jun Jiu.

Although the outside world is saying that the Nine Emperor Son Long Jun Jiu has long been given up by the royal family, no matter how it is, it is also the blood of the royal family, if he is caught by someone to deal with the prince behind his back, it is equivalent to sending the butcher knife to the other party's hands, and his head may fall to the ground at any time.

Therefore, the attitude of the Dragon Emperor is very crucial.

He has seven sons on the surface, but in fact, he doesn't know how many illegitimate children there are, one more, not too many, and one not less.

It's just that he was slapped in the face by a waste prince, and he didn't do anything, wouldn't it be as if he was afraid of the other party? Other colleagues may not know how to laugh at him behind his back, and how will he mix in officialdom in the future?

"Hmm."

The Dragon Emperor replied lukewarmly.

Song Zhengshu's eyes were full of doubts.

Well? What does um mean? My sons are dead, so you're going to have one, huh? Can you give me a word?

I can't guess the Dragon Emperor's mind at all, so it's hard for me to do it.

"Anything else?"

The Dragon Emperor looked down at Song Zhengshu with an indifferent face.

Seeing this, Song Zhengshu's heart trembled, and he leaned over and said, "The old minister retired." ”

Song Zhengshu waved his hand and asked the body to be carried out.

After the other party left, the Dragon Emperor's eyes opened slightly, and he said lightly: "Check." ”

As the words fell, something seemed to move in the shadow of the Dragon Emperor's Palace.

Walking out of the Dragon Emperor's palace, Song Zhengshu was puzzled.

What exactly does the Dragon Emperor mean? Not a word.

Could it be that he still cares about the son of the Nine Emperors?

But if you really care, why is it that after driving the other party out of the palace, there is not even a master of protection by his side.

Looking at the eldest prince, the third prince, the seventh prince and others, which one does not have a powerful protector by his side?

Is the reason why the Dragon Emperor didn't react just because he was simply indifferent to the affairs of the Nine Emperor Princes?

This is not necessarily impossible.

"My lord, what do we do now?"

The guard next to him couldn't help but ask.

"Take the body back and find a place to bury it."

Song Zhengshu glanced at the corpse of the young man in Chinese clothes, and waved away expressionlessly.

The other side.

Long Junjiu successfully cultivated the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill to the beginning, and waited for the daily zero o'clock fame points to settle while cultivating.

——[Ding, the host's fame points are settled today, please wait a moment.] 】

——[Congratulations to the host, today's accumulated settlement of fame points: 119870.] 】

"It's almost 12w? It was only more than 1w last night, is it because I killed the son of Shangshu of the Criminal Department? Or is the initiative to add 10 free porridge sheds working? Or both? ”

"Anyway, with 10w points, my Dafa of power absorption can be advanced and broken through."

Long Junjiu did not hesitate to smash the 10w fame points into the Dafa of Gong Suction, and the revised version of the Dafa of Gong Suction was instantly upgraded from the beginning to the realm of Xiaocheng.

Long Junjiu turned his head to look at the teacup on the table, and sucked it hard, and suddenly a powerful suction force swept out, sucking the teacup into his hand.

Shooting objects in the air is precisely the main feature of the cultivation of Dafa to the realm of Xiaocheng.

If one cultivates Dafa to the realm of perfection, one can even give life to a dead object for a short period of time when one's own spirit is abundant and strong enough.

A satisfied smile appeared on Long Junjiu's face, and he muttered, "I don't know how many points it takes to advance to the Dafa of Absorbing Gong and attain the consummation of the Great Perfection. ”

——[Consume 100w fame points to break through the revised version of the advanced power absorption Dafa (Dacheng Perfection), is it advanced? ] 】

Ten times more? It is equivalent to the price of a comprehension pill, which is not expensive.

Long Jun nine o'clock no, he wants to break through the Dacheng realm of absorbing Gong Dafa, but his own fame does not allow it for the time being.

There are still 20,000 Qi points left, do you want to do it again? What if there is another golden legend?

Long Junjiu rubbed his hands, looking at the fame points a little itchy.

Suddenly, Long Junjiu's mind couldn't help but appear with the figure of a hungry man on the side of the road, and his fiery heart suddenly became much colder.

"Can't be greedy for momentary pleasure, control the heart that wants to chop your hands, and take a long-term view, at present, the martial arts have the Vajra is not bad and the Dafa is enough, greedy and chewy, I don't have extra points to improve the martial arts, and it is good to draw treasures that can improve combat power or cultivate attributes, in case you smoke garbage, you will cry to death, the accumulation of fame in the early stage is very important, especially at this time, it is a good time to harvest fame, think about it calmly and seriously, don't be enslaved by dopamine, What is best for me at the moment. ”

Long Junjiu patted his face, restrained the desire of the krypton gold lottery, and persuaded himself in his heart.

In the end, Long Junjiu exchanged all the fame points into ordinary grain, rice, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, adding up to more than 6,000 catties, all of which were stuffed into the granary.

More than 6,000 catties of food, if only to maintain the level of starvation, can feed at least tens of thousands of refugees a day.

Except for a few white-eyed wolves, most of them are people who know how to repay their kindness.

Long Junjiu helped them live, could they not think of him in their hearts?

Then one to ten, ten to hundred, hundreds to thousands, thousands to thousands, ten thousand to thousands.

Fame points aren't snowballing?

Of course, the premise is that he can persist in Buji.

As the fame spreads, more and more refugees who can't survive will surely become famous in the future.

Without the help of the system, with his current situation, it would be extremely rare to be able to save a thousand people within his ability.

Long Junjiu left the room and shouted, "Qingzhu, I want to take a bath." ”

As the words fell, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and said softly: "Your Highness, the hot water has been prepared, and Your Highness can bathe at any time." ”

"Hmm."

Long Junjiu nodded.

After a while, Long Junjiu's whole person soaked in the bath, and the room was steaming, the water mist was filled, and he enjoyed luxury.

Outside, the wind was biting, the fluff was snowy, and countless people were hungry and cold, but he could easily enjoy the luxurious life that ordinary people longed for but couldn't ask for.

Whenever this happens, Long Junjiu will be extremely glad that he has a good baby in his life.

Now that he has awakened the system golden finger as the welfare of the reborn through the time, he is lucky enough, so what is there not to be satisfied with?

The door to the bath room was gently pushed open.

Qingzhu is wearing a pink obscene dress of mandarin ducks playing in the water, a white gauze as thin as cicada wings covers the whole body, adding a bit of hazy charm, jet-black hair is scattered around the waist like a waterfall, the facial features are pure and delicate, a little cute baby fat, and a pair of smart and charming apricot eyes like autumn water, which can be called the ceiling of pure desire.

Qingzhu said softly: "Your Highness, the slave maid is here to wash your back." ”

Long Junjiu glanced back, nodded casually, and his heartbeat quietly accelerated.

Damn, he uses this kind of thing to test cadres every day, if he hadn't read countless movies in his previous life, and he got used to exercising when he was a child, he might not be able to hold it.

That's what it feels like to do a lot.

They are vulgar fans compared to the beauties in front of them who are like clear water coming out of hibiscus and naturally carved and decorated.

It's a pity that it's a little smaller.