War, fighting happily - he was originally a god of war, but he was not used to being like this mother-in-law and mother, but now, this is the debate hall - everyone can only have endless war of words first - sometimes, even if you want to fight, you may not be able to fight immediately.

Because, all the ministers outside are there - wait and see!

Force does not determine everything - once faith breaks, it may be a disaster, betrayal, and endlessly divided.

He always suppressed the arrival of a moment of violence - until now, he can no longer suppress it!

Even the emperor has no choice but to do anything!

Even the emperor has smoke when his or her seven orifices are produced!

There is only one word - drag!

Procrastinate time!

I always think of a solution.

He was extremely angry, as if a cloud was about to explode. He looked around and his tone was very calm: "Now, are there only the northern people left?"

Everyone, look at me, look at you.

Third elder!

Three Priests!

The psychic priest!

Two princes!

Prince!

Emperor and Empress!

It's true that they are all "our own people"!

Master Chaohui looked at the Taoist Master Tongling again and snorted coldly: "Since someone insists on being a northerner with a shameless face, then, now it's all your own people."

The psychic priest did not answer his war of words.

Luo Jia said lightly: "What secrets do you have? Can you solve them?"

The few of them looked at each other, obviously surprised. His Majesty dared to say such words: You can untie the secret!

Could it be that Your Majesty is really so confident?

This time, the answer was Master Pingwu. Looking at the Nine-turn Jade Cong passed down from his ancestors, his voice was very flat, and he was like hail hitting the marble corridor.
Chapter completed!