The Little Reporter from the Underworld and the Demon King

After some strenuous exercise, Wu Ze completely passed out.The Great Emperor held him tightly in his arms, let his breath spit into his neck, and closed his eyes.

Maybe Wu Ze will ask him a lot of questions the next day, maybe Wu Ze will keep all his emotions in his heart and not show anything, secretly thinking about correcting Heaven's understanding of hell.

A certain playful creator contributed to the misunderstanding of heaven and hell.If he hadn't closed the village and locked the church for so many years, Heaven wouldn't be so backward in information.But thanks to his closed villages and halls, Heaven can maintain its beautiful image of living in the Three Realms.

In any case, changing the minds of gangsters is not something that can happen overnight, and it is more important to find a way to get Uze out of heaven as soon as possible.

Another half a month passed, and the emperor accelerated the process of heaven's renovation, and he was very busy every day.Wu Ze never mentioned what happened in Paradise Village that day, but asked for a lot of history books in Paradise. Every time he came home, he could see Wu Ze lying on the sofa and studying the history books seriously.

The detailed innovation plan has been planned in the mind long ago, and there is no obstacle to implement it step by step with the rights of the holy angels, only the last step is left.

The Great Emperor came to the White Hall with a stack of thick papers, followed by the Archangel Miller.Walking to the edge of the White Hall, when there was still a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, I heard a "crash" sound.

Sure enough, the Lord God invited three angels to fight tirelessly at the square table.

"Sign it." He waved the stack of papers in front of the Lord God.

The main god didn't even raise his head, and put a square in front of himself: "What is this?"

"A statement that transfers your responsibility for managing heaven and making decisions to an organization," the emperor explained.

"What organization?" The main god exchanged while touching the cards, and the cards were placed in the wrong place several times.

"Temporarily called the Alliance of Archangels, what you want to call it in the future is up to the organization to decide. The alliance will replace you in making decisions on various matters in the management of heaven. From now on, they will be responsible for all management deficiencies and deficiencies. No one can bother you to play mahjong .” The emperor finished what he needed to say in one breath, so as not to save the Lord God from opening his mouth to ask for clarification.

"Then what should I do?" Although the emperor's description was very tempting, the Lord God still realized that there seemed to be a trap in it.

"You will always be the head of heaven." The emperor replied respectfully.

"Is that so?" The Lord God finally raised his head, and it was Miller who asked.

"Yes." Miller gave him an affirmative answer, thinking that the head of state does not represent power.

"Oh." The main god threw an east wind, and another angel immediately shouted "Beng".While annoyed, the Lord God gave the card to someone, took a pen and signed his name at the end of the statement, "Is that all right?"

"En." The emperor remained calm, with a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, he put away the statement, and left the White Palace with Miller.

……

"The fifth proposal is to open up the exchange of goods between heaven and the underworld and that... world, and allow outside goods to enter the heaven market after paying a certain amount of tax. Please vote."

The 21 archangels around the round table raised their blue cards one after another.

"Unanimous vote."

"Sixth proposal, to abolish the current news law. If all news departments are false, the person in charge will be punished according to the law of heaven. Please vote."

This proposal did not receive the same favorable treatment as the previous one, and there were discussions among the archangels.

An angel wrinkled the word Chuan between his eyebrows: "If everything is reported truthfully, the outside world will know the dilapidated state of Heaven!"

Another angel was very dissatisfied with his deception: "News should be truth-seeking and pragmatic. How can it be reduced to a means of deception?"

Miller was also a little embarrassed: "This one is open to discussion..."

"Please express your opinion." The emperor said again.

The angels looked at each other hesitantly, and finally raised the voting cards at hand sparsely, red and blue.

The emperor glanced at it: "11 votes in favor, 10 votes against, one vote passed."

"Thal, this proposal still needs to be considered! What if..."

"Snapped"!The emperor threw the thick "Overhead Statement of the Lord God's Rights" to the middle of the round table, interrupting the speech of the archangel. The angel sighed unwillingly and stopped talking.

"The seventh proposal is to collect the White Palace as public property and build it into a Paradise Museum, which is open to all residents of Paradise Village and charges a certain visit fee as a maintenance fee. Please vote."

The archangels raised their blue cards one after another.

"Unanimous vote."

"Proposal Eighth..."

……

That day, before it was time for dinner, the emperor hurried home, wrapped in a gust of wind, striding towards Wu Ze who was lying on the sofa.

"Emperor?" Wu Ze was taken aback by this eagerness, and quickly sat upright and looked at the Emperor motionlessly as if he had been infected with nervousness.

The Great Emperor directly blocked his lips without knowing why, and reached into his clothes to touch his stomach with one hand, slowly moving upwards.

"Hmm!" Panic flashed by, why is the emperor in such a hurry in broad daylight...

Before he had time to blush, Wu Ze felt something in his stomach moving up his throat with the hand of the emperor, and when the jacket was completely lifted up, the thing reached his mouth, and it turned out to be a small ball.Before he had time to think about why there was a ball in his stomach, the ball was swept away by the Emperor's tongue.

As soon as the emperor touched the small ball, he knew what the Lord God had done, and angrily bit the ball in his mouth.Sure enough, the Lord God didn't lie to him, and didn't play any tricks on Wu Ze, the problem was all because of that ball!

"Let's go back to the underworld." He said to Wu Ze, he didn't want to stay in heaven for a moment.

Wu Ze asked, "Is everything in heaven over?"

"En." The emperor suppressed his pride in his heart, with a calm expression, "Everything that needs to be prepared is ready, and it will be the same whether I am there or not."

Nan Yan didn't hide his dislike for Emperor Angel at all. Wu Ze just sat down firmly, and flew away before the Emperor sat up. He looked arrogant and ignored the panic of the residents of Paradise Village when they saw the creature from hell.She swooped down, Wu Ze closed his eyes tightly because of the gust of wind that wiped his face, and he didn't realize that the emperor was not following them until he got home.

"Where's the emperor?" Wu Ze asked Nan Yan.

Nan Yan tilted his head and glanced at Wu Ze, then immediately turned his head, combed his feathers with his beak, and ignored this question to express his dissatisfaction with the traitor.

He didn't get an answer, so Wu Ze had no choice but to run his hand along Shun Nanyan's hair, and walked into the room alone.

The emperor can't manage the underworld with the posture of an angel, and he probably has "fallen" at this time.

Wu Ze guessed right, the emperor climbed up from the surrounding magma naked, and pushed away the tumbling magma with his magic power, creating a safe and open area, and even beheaded a nearby magma coveting his body Ghost.

He was in no mood to pay attention to the ones that were still approaching him, after all, the burning pain caused by the rebirth of flesh and blood was enough for him to bear.It wasn't until a strand of black hair fell on his shoulders that he looked at the cloth strips cut from the hot magma that could not cover his body, and sighed softly.

Wu Ze must be at home at this time, even if he teleports back to the room, there is a danger of being bumped into, where should he get a suit of clothes...

He raised his eyebrows, and the isolated magma immediately roared and flooded the unnatural vacancy, and the ghosts who were heading towards the smell of meat suddenly lost their target and stood there, looking disappointedly at the surging waves of fire that covered the sky. The figure there was gone.

When the emperor returned home, he was wearing a neat black suit, a pair of domineering horns, and a head of black and docile hair, as if he was already a demon king.Wu Ze was very surprised when he saw the emperor in formal clothes for the first time.

He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He wanted to praise the emperor in a suit, but he also wanted to care about the emperor's depravity. The words came out of his mouth: "Emperor, again, it's turned black..."

After speaking, he immediately bowed his head guilty as if he had done something wrong.

The emperor lifted his chin expressionlessly, and there were no other waves in his eyes except for the light reflected on his pupils by the fireballs falling from the west, but he always felt that the emperor was in a good mood.

As if to make up for the embarrassment of blurting out just now, Wu Ze asked: "How can an angel fall?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in the emperor's eyes. He would definitely not describe the bloody scene, so he leaned over Wu Ze's body, and said in a cold and tired tone, "Very hard, very tiring."

"Really?" Wu Ze didn't ask any more details, put his hands on the Emperor's back and tightened him to his body, "Will it be better this way?"

"Well, it's much more comfortable." He just leaned on Wu Ze like this, letting Wu Ze hug him and rub against Wu Ze's soft body.Feeling the changes in his lower abdomen, he suddenly regretted pretending to be tired—isn't there no excuse for "exercise"?But Wu Ze's body is very soft, and it's very comfortable to stick to him, or wait until he "recovers his physical strength" after eating...