The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

Mo Wu didn't turn his head, and said calmly, "How many times do you want me to say it? I'm just an ordinary mortal, not your boss."

Sen Luo raised his head and smiled slightly.He is seven feet tall, dressed in a black robe and a hood, covering the upper half of his face, the exposed half of his face is white and cold, like the mountain ice and snow that has been frozen for thousands of years, clean but cold to the bone.The two ferocious, formidable and domineering candle dragons embroidered with bright red silk thread on the black robe are like living creatures, slowly walking on the thick ink-like robe.

Sen Luo's voice was cool, like an ice spring in a snow-capped mountain, but his tone was gentle: "Your Majesty doesn't care, your majesty values ​​you, and the 36 parts of the Demon World will naturally respect you as an adult."

Mo Wu sneered: "Your Majesty is out of his mind."

Sen Luo was not annoyed either, "I thought my lord finally accepted the cooperation this time and has changed his mind."

"You said that nondescript swordsmanship?" Mo Wu turned his head, feeling a little ridiculous, "But if you take a step to Tianheng Mountain, it can be counted as cooperation? After all, what virtue and ability do I have to let you Demon Realm Your Majesty can treat you so differently?"

Mo Wu stared at Sen Luo, mockingly said: "...Could it be that he has taken a fancy to me?"

"My lord, you know," Sen Luo shook his head slightly, with a helpless expression: "...I can't say that."

Mo Wu snorted, but didn't delve into it further, and said after a while: "You were the person in the stone platform just now?"

"Yes." Sen Luo smiled slightly, looking a little helpless: "Your Excellency is very skilled, I just want to take the opportunity to explore the secrets in the cave. I didn't find out the secrets, but I almost lost an arm."

When he smiled, the vermilion lips on his white and shiny face curled up, like dots of blood sprinkled on the snow, it was really pretty.It's just that Mo Wu was not interested in appreciating it at all, and said, "That's really a pity."

Sen Luo naturally slowed down the topic, "My lord, are you going to Wuwei Temple to find Buer Immortal?"

"It's popular in your demon world to find someone on the street to talk about family affairs?" Mo Wu frowned slightly, "Or do you think I have the heart to talk to you about these things?"

"Your Excellency, you don't need to take precautions like this." Sen Luohun didn't care, and said: "Today's formation is from the Demon Realm. Instead of asking Immortal Bu Er, Sir, it's better to ask someone who was born in the Demon Realm."

"Ask you?" Mo Wuyile said, "Didn't you make the fight today?"

"No." Sen Luo shook his head, "The demons rule over the nine heavens and the nine earths, and there are countless people who can come to the mortal world to do evil. If today's matter is placed on my head, I will be really wronged."

Mo Wu squinted at him for a moment, "Why did you find me this time?"

Seeing that he didn't believe in him, Sen Luo didn't force him, he paused, and said: "The prime minister of the heavens has always regarded the demon world as a thorn in his flesh, this time the prime minister broke the seal and stayed in the mortal world, and hope..."

"Your investigation is clear." Mo Wu looked at Sen Luo's big hood, and suddenly laughed, his delicate eyebrows and eyes curved, "Let me kill the prime minister? You have a good idea."

Unexpectedly, Sen Luo shook his head, and said slowly: "Even if the prime minister of the heavens is in the mortal world, even if he loses his mana...even if he falls into the six realms and suffers from reincarnation, no one in the three realms would dare to act rashly. "

Mo Wu's heart skipped a beat—that man's fragile gentleman appearance, how daring is really powerful?

"Your Excellency lives with the Prime Minister of the Heaven Realm. Your Majesty hopes that if the Prime Minister of the Heaven Realm intends to take action against the Demon Realm, Your Excellency will be notified in advance, so as to avoid disputes between the immortal and demon realms again, and the suffering of all living beings reappear."

"Oh, I understand..." Mo Wu dragged his voice, "Let me be a spy."

Sen Luo paused, and said, "...Exactly."

Mo Wule, threw the magpie bell in his hand, and said: "Let's not talk about why I agree, just say one thing - I have only known that prime minister for two days, why do you think he can treat me at all?" Undefended, even explain to me the plan to deal with you?"

"Of course it won't work before today." Sen Luo raised his head slightly, and the two blood-red candle dragons on the black robe slowly swam to his shoulders, "But today, my lord danced the sword in front of the prime minister of the heaven."

On his pale face like paper, red lips curled up in an ambiguous arc, with an unexplainable evil spirit, he said slowly: "...how could he not believe you?"

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"Prime Minister, I have finished reporting everything that needs to be reported, what else do you want to order?"

In the backyard of the Qin Mansion, Si Ming is like a little reminder that his boss has finished checking his work, waiting expectantly for his boss to let him go.Xianjun picked up the thick tea on the side, took a sip without haste, and said, "Thank you."

"No hard work, no hard work! The prime minister has been called hard work for so many years!" Si Ming opened his mouth and wanted to babble again, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Bai Ze's big, round bird eyes staring at him, stopped the conversation in time, and held back after a while Can't stop, said: "What should the prime minister's magic power be? Why don't I go back to the heaven today and find a way for the immortals?"

Bai Ze's gaze finally looked normal, and the chirping of birds chirped: "This seems like a serious sentence."

Si Ming recalled the wonderful scene when this Immortal Bai Ze was in the Heavenly Court, he fought with another Immortal in the form of a colorful phoenix until three palaces were blown up, and he breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

"It doesn't matter." Xianjun drank tea, "The three points of the merit ring will disappear, and the mana will come back naturally. There is no rush."

"Oh..." The boss himself was not in a hurry, and Si Ming couldn't say anything else.Bai Ze looked excited, but seeing Xianjun's calm expression, he had no choice but to be honest.

There was a gentle breeze, and the leaves rustled as they were blown by the wind. None of the three spoke.

Time passed slowly for a small half stick of incense.

Si Ming's face is inexplicable - the prime minister has always been efficient in his work, making decisive decisions, clear and decisive tasks, and never procrastinating.

But at this time, the prime minister sat there steadily, sipping the bowl of tea that was too thick to be called tea, neither talking nor letting people go.

The air was eerily quiet.

Just when Si Ming moved his legs slightly and couldn't help opening his mouth to leave, Xianjun finally finished tasting the cup of tea.The tea cup was placed on the stone table with a "click", and he said slowly, "Si Ming, help me check someone."

"Hey, what am I supposed to do! Prime Minister, you should have said it earlier!" Si Ming slammed the half-person-high account book on the ground, rolled up his sleeves on both sides, "Prime Minister, tell me! Check who! I'll put him back and forth The fate of the eight lifetimes will be checked clearly for you!"

Xianjun paused, and said: "Mo Wu, born in the year of Gengchen." After thinking for a while, he said: "Bring your own evil spirit."

Bai Ze was taken aback for a moment, and then flapped his wings towards Si Ming's "Book of Fate", "... I actually wanted to check this kid a long time ago!"

"Let me take a look..." Si Ming lay on the ground and flipped through the pages one by one, only to see that the huge paper was densely packed with countless small characters, which seemed to blow up countless ant nests.Bai Ze felt dizzy after just two glances, so he simply fell on Si Ming's shoulder as a supervisor.

"Gengchen year... hit with evil... Mo Wu..." Si Ming turned around for a while, and said to himself in doubt: "No..."

"Prime Minister," Si Ming raised his head, "Many people were born in the year of Gengchen and they were born with Sha, but none named Mo Wu. Is there any other information? Or what level of Sha is his Sha?"

Xianjun looked calm: "Fang Zun's bronze mirror can seal the evil."

The life-casting pen in Si Ming's hand fell to the ground with a clatter: "..."

"Prime Minister," Si Ming picked up the casting pen and said expressionlessly, "Don't tease me. No matter where this kind of evil spirit is born, at least half of the city's people will be taken away. If there are more such people, the fate of the country will be lost." I can change it."

Xianjun looked at Si Ming quietly.

"Then..." Si Ming was horrified by him, his voice was a little lower, and he insisted: "I'll go back to the Si Ming prison and have a look? Although the book of fate records the fate of all living beings in reincarnation, there are always Unexpectedly, I... I'll go back and check again..."

Xianjun nodded in satisfaction, with an expression of "you can go back", and said: "It's hard work."

It's a pity that Si Ming lowered his head to deal with the fate book and the fate-casting pen, but he didn't see the expression of Xianjun. He had done a lot of life-writing work, and he had to understand all the logical relationships subconsciously: "Why did the prime minister want to investigate this person? It's just because of this. evil spirit?"

Xianjun took a meal.

Why check him?

The swordsmanship that Mo Wusuo danced today was created by that man after he was drunk, and he threw it aside after creating it, not even leaving a sword manual.Except for that man himself, there are only three people in this world who have seen that set of sword skills, and two of them were wiped out in the battle between immortals and demons...

The prime minister is the only one who still remembers that set of swordsmanship and that scene.

He clearly remembered that that person was standing in the clouds in white clothes back then, his black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and he was holding a sapphire and exquisite jug with a curved mouth between two fingers. , the beautiful almond eyes are half-closed, and there is a layer of damp moisture in the eyes.

He turned his head, glanced at himself passing by from the corner of his eyes, suddenly smiled drunkenly, his brows and eyes curved like crescent moons, and he turned towards himself, and said cheerfully: "Ah, the little prime minister is here."

How did you react at that time?

Oh, I was obviously full of joy, but I still frowned pretendingly, "Isn't Immortal Changbai drunk? Why don't you go back to the palace to rest."

"No!" The man waved his sleeve stubbornly, but lost his balance due to too much strength, and smashed into the cloud all at once. Just as he was about to go over to help him, he saw the man come out of the cloud again, rubbing his hands in a daze. She rubbed her head, then simply sat on the ground without getting up, bent her eyes towards him, looked silly, and said casually: "...Besides, what palace do I go back to, how can I have a palace? The silly bird is blown up!"

The man raised his hands upwards, "Bang! One sound, it's flying!"

……Yes, it happened on the second day that the dignified God of War jumped over the wall and entered Tianyuan Palace in the middle of the night, and took advantage of Bai Ze's deep sleep to pluck out a whole piece of his phoenix wings, causing Bai Ze to wake up and hit his head on the pillar to kill Mingzhi.

... This immortal gentleman also brazenly attributed it to the fact that he wanted to use the phoenix feathers to exchange money in the mortal world to help the poor and save the common people.

...Bai Ze was so angry when he heard the words "pursuant all living beings" that he didn't faint on the spot.

He was a little helpless, and wanted to go forward to help him up, but two immortals happened to pass by. It was no surprise to see this scene, so he stepped forward first.The man was obediently pulled up from the clouds, and obediently followed the two immortals for two steps. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he moved his wrist and lightly escaped from the shackles of the two immortals. The wine jug came back wobbly, using the jug as a sword, it danced freely in the clouds.

The white robe fluttered in the strong wind, his drunk eyes were hazy, his eyelashes were drawn lazily, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, while he was half asleep and half awake, he danced the flagon out of a magnificent and free manner. The strength of the spirit, the meaning is like a flying flag, the air is like a cloud, and it is unrestrained between heaven and earth, how unrestrained and free and easy, how comfortable and happy?

After the dance was over, the half pot of wine in the sapphire and exquisite pot didn't spill a single drop.

The two immortals were full of admiration, and they all said that the name of the God of War is well-deserved.But that person didn't seem to hear, his eyes looked at the Prime Minister with a smile, as if the mountain stream was full of scorching peach blossoms.

He said, little prime minister, I danced for you, do you like it?

Like it?

... How long did I lose my senses at that time?

I can't remember clearly, but when I came back to my senses, I had already taken the man's sapphire exquisite pot in my hand, and supported the man's waist with one hand, and my usually gentle and steady voice trembled imperceptibly: "... I am from the Seven Star Palace. I will compensate you, Immortal Changbai is drunk, I will send you to Tianyuan Palace to rest."

The man was probably tired from dancing, and he was obediently hanging on him, but his head was dishonest. A pair of hazy almond eyes looked into his eyes, "...I said, little prime minister, why don't you ever smile?"

At that time, he had just won the position of prime minister, and it was the time when he was establishing his prestige. He was still implementing "a gentleman who is not serious is not prestige", with a sullen face every day, thinking of ways to convince the public.After hearing this, I didn't know how to answer for a while.

He hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, the man suddenly took a step away from him, tilted his head from a short distance, and said, "You don't need to pay for the Seven Star Palace, and it's not easy for that stupid bird. But I'll give it to you." You are so tired from dancing swords, you..."

The man was serious: "You give me a smile."

He paused slightly.

The two gods who followed behind dug out their ears to make sure they heard it right. Their expressions changed a lot, their eyes wandered back and forth between the majestic god of war and the current prime minister, and they looked at each other for the last time, turning around in an unusually tacit understanding. Rabbits usually run away.

The man was so drunk that he lost all perception of his surroundings. Seeing him not moving, he seemed a little dissatisfied, curled his lips, and suddenly took a step forward.The distance between their faces was less than a foot, the man smelled the aroma of wine on his nose, it was Fanxingzui mixed with that man's breath.

The man tilted his head, raised his chin frivolously with the hook of his index finger, the corners of his eyes were flushed because of drunkenness, his exquisite almond eyes looked straight over, and said solemnly: "...give me a smile, huh?"