Xiuxian is like this

After waking up, Zhao Yan was also somewhat autistic. Facing Lu Bei's questioning, he sighed and said, "Xinyuehu, do you still remember the black pattern mask you asked for from Qinglong? Zhao ordered someone to give it to you. Sent."

Who is Xinyue Fox?

Oh, it is the suzerain!

Northern Xuanwu was stunned for a moment, remembering that he was living under Qinglong's crotch before he was promoted and raised his salary, he immediately became interested: "May I ask which star is the senior?"

"Tail fire tiger!"

Zhao Yan also replied angrily: "You know Zhao even if you don't tell me, you came here under Qinglong's order, and this act is to help Xiongchu."

"So that's how it is..."

Lu Bei suddenly realized, and raised his fist again to meet the gaze of 'you don't have to pretend to be a good person'.

The misunderstanding is huge, the explanation is unclear, and there is a big reason!

Chapter 777 Your Majesty, I am Your Fourth Uncle

After some physical persuasion, although Zhao Yan still didn't believe it, he nodded and admitted his mistake due to the situation.

It was his villain's heart that judged a gentleman's belly, and mistook an honest gentleman for a treacherous villain.

"Taihuohu, my suzerain knows your thoughts. If you don't believe it, you don't believe it. Even if you are beaten to death today, you only believe in your own truth." Lu Bei wiped the blood on his fist and shook his head to express his understanding.

If you don't have any stubborn opinions, how can you get the Mahayana cultivation base.

Zhao Yan also touched his nose, bruises and swollen face. While healed himself, he left the scar that Lu Bei gave him: "The state affairs are important, and they are related to Xuanlong's thousand-year-old foundation. Zhao cannot help but trust others."

Seeing this, Lu Bei rarely stopped his reasoning, and did not insist on making the other party bow his head and admit his mistake.

There is no way, he is too rare for white hair.

Outside Gushan City, Zhao Fangce wanted to blew himself up to stick to the country, and the souls of Zhao Jiaying were vividly remembered, which made him hate the old Zhu's family for not being up to date, and at the same time spoke highly of the Zhao family.

What's more, Xuanlong's determination to never retreat in the bloody battle against the monsters, no matter from which point of view, his contribution to the human race is indelible.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Lu Bei is convinced that he is in Xuanlong's position, and he has already run away with oil on his feet.

When the sky is falling, there is a tall man to hold it up, whoever he loves, anyway, he can't stand it.

Lu Bei decided to give Zhao Yan another chance: "Some things, some people, it's not easy for the suzerain to say clearly. The last time, the suzerain and Qinglong have a mediocre relationship. She is not worthy and has no right to order me. Now It is indeed to help Xuanlong."

"Humph!"

Zhao Yan was also very stubborn, and gritted his teeth: "Since that's the case, Mr. Zhao also put down the words. If you misunderstood Sect Master Lu, I will give you my blind head."

Lu Bei's eyes lit up: "How much can you sell your head for?"

"..."

boom! ! !

The void exploded for the third time, and Lu Beifeng walked out lightly, beside Zhao Yanye with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Because Zhao Yanye's head is really valuable, Lu Bei decided to let him face up, so that the value of the goods will not depreciate before they are sold.

"Senior is really powerful. My suzerain made a small victory today. Thinking about it, it's a bit of a fluke. First of all, I thank senior for being merciful and not letting my suzerain make a fool of myself in public." Lu Bei praised.

"Why did Sect Master Lu say that? It's just a sparring session, and you and I didn't go all out, so it can't be true." Zhao Yan also said in a low voice, and his words were a bit leaky.

No, this is called being transparent.

After a period of business bragging, Zhao Yan also said that old people are far less durable than young people, and they are going to take a step ahead.

He failed and was stopped by Zhao Fangce.

Zhao Yanye: "..."

Brat, do you know how much Uncle Clan hurt me? I was almost beaten to death by him on the spot!

He knew his own body well, and Zhao Yan also knew that he was about to lose it, but seeing Zhao Fangce's extremely serious face, he decided to listen to what the emperor wanted to say.

At this time, Lu Bei had already pierced through the void and left, followed by Zhao Wuyou like a tail.

"Does Fourth Uncle know King Zhaoqin Yan?"

"Your Majesty, what do you call this? Mr. Zhao has met Jiang Suxin before, how could he not know that that year..."

Zhao Yan also frowned, recalling the glorious past, and started the old man's chattering memory mode on the spot.

Maybe it's because of the serious injury, his memory mode is full of marquee style, and some can't remember things, vague words, adding a little bit of self-beautification.

Briefly, that year when the demon tribe was rampant, a great demon patriarch with the blood of emperors and eight kings went to the front line of Jingyue country, and the human monks walked in the arena of life and death.

Zhao Fangce: "..."

One-on-one in the life and death arena, why can you join forces with Jiang Suxin?

Emperor Xuanlong was reticent and didn't like nonsense since he was a child. He didn't express his doubts and waited quietly for Zhao Yanye's marquee to finish.

"It's a pity, Jiang Suxin has already left, and there is no such person in the world."

Zhao Yan also sighed, and then said helplessly: "I heard something on the front line, Tian Mingzi, the master of swordsmanship, strongly recommended Jiang Suxin to fly up, the two of them competed in the sword, Jiang Suxin had too many distracting thoughts, and eventually lost..."

"There was Jiang Suxin before Zhaoqin, and Tianmingzi later, if I, Xuanlong, can do the same, how wonderful it would be!"

"can."

"Ok?"

Zhao Yan also let out a light sigh, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, why do you say this? Don't tease me, the old man. Xuanlong's background is several times worse than that of Zhaoqin."

"Fourth Uncle, Tian Mingzi is Lu Bei."

A thunderous explosion rang in his ears, and Zhao Yan also shook his body, lost his mind, and didn't react to the impact for a long time.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"This statement is not false!"

"No wonder, no wonder..."

Zhao Yan also touched the wound that had healed. The immortal sword intent still stings, and murmured: "Great master of the way of the sword... Qinglong is not worthy... So that's the case, I misunderstood him."

"Fourth Uncle, what are you talking about? Are you hiding something from Gu!" Zhao Fangce asked in a deep voice.

"No, I advise His Majesty not to worry too much!"

Zhao Yan also had cold eyes and fluttering beard and hair.

Zhao Fangce looked at each other without giving way, and protected his body with the aura of the golden dragon, he said in a steady voice: "I am the king of Xuanlong alone, you are just a servant, if you ask alone, you have to answer!"

The atmosphere in the arena was dignified, and the tools Sanyi and Thirty-liu were under immense pressure, still standing beside Zhao Fangce with blood from their mouths and noses.

"His Majesty……"

After all, the young man has better physical strength and sharper vision. Zhao Yan also voluntarily backed down, bowing his head and saying, "It's not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't. Your Majesty already has Xuanlong on his shoulders. The guilty minister can't let His Majesty shoulder more burdens. I also ask Your Majesty to trust the guilty minister, and don't ask any more questions."

Zhao Fangce: "..."

Looking at the clan uncle with white hair instead of silver hair, he let out a long sigh and let it go.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

Zhao Yan also wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said some compliments such as God bestowed on Emperor Xian, and Xuanlong Wuyou.

After a while, I couldn't wait for the business exchange.

"One more thing, since His Majesty stopped the guilty minister, it is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, and we will end it together today."

Zhao Yan also pursed his lips: "Boldly ask, how much does Your Majesty think the head of the guilty minister is worth?"

When it came to money, Zhao Fangce immediately became vigilant: "The uncle of the clan speaks up when he has something to say, don't play dumb riddles with Gu."

"The guilty minister made a bet with Sect Master Lu. If he misunderstood him, he would pay him this head. I just heard what His Majesty said. I really misunderstood him, so Your Majesty..."

"Xuanlong has no money!"

Zhao Fangce was categorical, leaving no leeway.

"Your Majesty, I am your fourth uncle!"

"So what, if you have no money, you have no money, and fourth uncle is not short of a head."

"..."

Zhao Yanye: Tell Lu Bei this, see if he believes it or not.

"However, although Xuanlong has no money, Xiongchu, Wu Zhou, and Qi Yan are very rich. Fourth Uncle, do you understand the meaning of loneliness?"

Zhao Yan also suddenly realized that his scars doubled and his smile became even more ferocious: "Your Majesty, today is not the same as in the past, Wu Zhou is not suitable... right?"

"It makes sense, then Xiong Chu and Qi Yan."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

-

"What are you doing here?"

In the quiet room, Lu Bei looked at Zhao Wuyou, who followed him in and closed the door, tilted his head and said, "The suzerain said to close the door after you go out, do you understand?"

Do not understand!

Zhao Wuyou shook his head, took a deep breath and came in front of Lu Bei, stood on tiptoe, kissed with trembling eyelashes.

Lips and swords touched each other, and a wave of heat swept through her whole body, making her waist sore and legs numb, she couldn't exert any strength from her whole body, and almost couldn't stand up.

Lu Bei raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, blinked, looked at the charming face who was close at hand, and secretly thought that it was him, his body was full of sweetness, and the back of his hand was fragrant.

Otherwise, Baimao wouldn't kiss so selflessly.

After a long while, Zhao Wuyou covered his face with his hands, and sat slumped in the corner of the couch, with a gray and white face that had been spoiled.

Knowing that all the kisses she summoned up her courage were dedicated to the back of Lu Bei's hand, this is how she looks like she is indifferent to the world.

Otherwise, Lu Bei would never stop laughing. He picked up a lock of silver hair and brushed it around Zhao Wuyou's ear, blowing the wind and said, "Sister Wuyou, do you have a mission tonight?"

Zhao Wuyou was probably broken, and in a sudden, he pushed Lu Bei down on the couch, turned over and rode on it.

Snapped!

In the blink of an eye, he was pressed again.

Lu Bei pinched the soft catkin back, grabbed Zhao Wuyou and couldn't move, seeing Wu's little butt twisting around, he didn't even think about it, he slapped it with his backhand.

There was a crisp sound, followed by a trembling hum, which made Lu Bei's scalp tingle, and a wave of evil fire surged up, and he almost couldn't control himself.

"Sorry, I'm a little bit stronger, let me show you."

Lu Bei opened his mouth to... think about it or forget it, raised his hand to close it, and rubbed the bruised face the size of a palm print.

This healing is like a cup of tea.

Seeing that the wound area was getting bigger and bigger, and had spread to his chest, Lu Bei stopped the damage in time and stopped the failed treatment.

Sitting on the couch, Zhao Wuyou was limp and boneless, his eyes were blurred and he gasped for breath, he felt cloudy and foggy, and he didn't know where his soul was.

Lu Bei patted his face, pressed his shoulders and shook it several times before calling his soul back. Looking at Zhao Wuyou who was blushing and bowing his head, he said with a smile, "What's the matter, weren't you very brave just now?"

"..."

Zhao Wuyou was fidgeting on the couch, and it was extremely uncomfortable to change several positions, and finally put his legs together and knelt in front of Lu Bei to feel better.

"Generally, the suzerain has already guessed that Emperor Xuanlong has a heart, but the suzerain wants to be alone tonight, so I won't entertain you, sister." Lu Bei raised his finger to the door, ready to see off the guests.

Zhao Wuyou shook his head repeatedly, glanced at Lu Bei, and quickly lowered his voice, murmuring a few words in a mosquito voice.

The voice was too low, but Lu Bei still heard it. He raised his hand and pressed Baimao's head and rubbed it: "It's okay, I won't change people, how can others have fun with you, tell Emperor Xuanlong, if he dares to change people, my suzerain Dare to go to Xiongchu to help carry on the family line."

"Then, then tonight..."

"Okay, whoever made my suzerain good-hearted, help people to the end, you can sleep here tonight, remember to be quiet, don't snore."

Lu Bei nodded with a smile, picked up the futon on the couch, and threw it directly on the ground.

Zhao Wuyou's eyelids twitched, he knew the rules and got off the couch, but suddenly his shoulders tightened, and he was pushed back to his original position in a daze.

Lu Bei staggered past, sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and said nothing.

"land……"

"Silence."