The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

When Lu Yang woke up, there was no one in the room, which surprised him very much.

"B-cough, sir?"

He swayed out of bed, supported his still dizzy head, and rested on the spot for a while.When the buzzing in his ears dissipated, he vaguely heard the noise coming from downstairs.

"Hey, that guy came quite quickly... But, dare to make noise here, thinking that my master is a good-tempered master?"

Lu Yang probably only heard three or five sentences clearly, and he had already figured out the identity of the person who came.He pulled out a cold smile that was almost gloating, sketched out the next development of the situation in his mind, and was quite satisfied with the violent collision between the imaginary Liuhuan Yuanjun and the "that one" at the bottom of the building.

"Before going to see that unpredictable woman, it's correct to come to collect information first; but it's a coincidence that I have to come here when I'm drowsy. The person in charge of reading the imperial calendar in his family is really negligent, hehe, negligent!"

He silently mourned for a moment or two for "the one" who bumped into Ning Nineteen, and then with a subtle smile on his face, he walked slowly down the stairs step by step, smacking his lips occasionally, and he could still feel a lingering warmth Meaning——that was the warmth left to him by his master Tianjun. Unlike him himself, that warmth was warm and mellow, intoxicating and intoxicating. It was an unusually gentle and soothing feeling.

Of course he likes this warmth; but he absolutely hates the process of getting it!

Recalling the blurred and chaotic scene before falling asleep, the smile on the corner of Lu Yang's mouth began to tremble, and it was finally the result of his efforts to maintain the arc.

The so-called "the past can't bear to look back" is probably true.

Think of him as the No.1 in the real world, how arrogant he is, being pressed and kissed by others——

absurd!

shameful!

Ning Nineteen took advantage of the danger and saw that he was weak and unable to move. His behavior was so bad that he lost the face of the Heavenly Tribulations, as well as the face of the Dao of Heaven and everyone in the sky.

Scum!

dross!

Lu Yang barely smiled, and reached out to touch his sore lips. He had already scolded Ning Shijiu in his heart.

Since Ning Nineteen broke contact with his boss seven years ago, this person has gradually degenerated, and his style of behavior tends to be closer to that of Lu Yang's previous life.Usually, he is still the stupid and dull Ning Nineteen, but once he gets mad, this one suddenly becomes an arrogant and unscrupulous devil, which makes Lu Yang, the real devil, a headache.

Fortunately, he is not the only one who suffers from headaches.

He made another detour, took care of the lines on his face, made sure to make himself look like an innocent and beautiful young man, who was still recovering from a serious illness, pitiful and amiable, so that people—let the "man" downstairs—talk The kind that doesn't dare to spray at him.

You have to look like you are watching a movie. He is not Shiba's kind of idiot who didn't know how to prepare well in advance, so that he watched the tigers fight, but was injured by the tiger.

Going around the last bend of the stairs, he pretended to cough, and Shi Shiran appeared, looking up and down.

The first thing that catches the eye is Ning Nineteen's cold and hard face, this one is arguing with someone, and his complexion is not very good-looking, which makes him look even more vicious and frightening.However, Lu Yang got used to it. Seeing this guy playing awe-inspiring outside, he thought of compliments such as "it's domineering, it matches a certain year ago"... As soon as this thought popped up, Lu Yang's mood became worse again.

Then, he turned his eyes and looked at the man standing opposite Ning Jiu.

The man was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with a palace sash around his waist, cloud boots on his feet, and a snow-colored long sword. He raised his temples and slanted eyebrows, his eyes were like stars, and his lips were red. And Wei, full of aura, makes people know at a glance that this is by no means an ordinary person.

Of course not ordinary people!

Lu Yang recognized him very clearly. This person has no surname. He lived in the Dragon Pagoda all the year round and was admired by all living beings in the world.

Emperor!

In the entire imperial capital, the entire world of mortals, and even the entire real world, this person is a first-class person—no, it should be said, this person is number one!

Lu Yang hadn't dealt with this person very much, but it wasn't impossible that he wouldn't recognize him when he met; however, he knew him, but others didn't recognize him.

Emperor Zhaoshen raised his head and saw Lu Yang coming downstairs cautiously, so he bypassed Ning Nineteen and took a few steps forward. As soon as he exited the mouth, there was a deep and elegant magnetic voice:

"Isn't this one the young master Qing Anlu who was born a hero?"

Ning Nineteen snorted coldly in the back, Lu Yang still gave him face in front of outsiders, so he didn't directly answer Zhaoshen Emperor's question, but first gave Ning Nineteen a half bow, and said "Master", Only seven points to Ning Nineteen and three points to Emperor Zhaoshen, said in a gentle voice:

"Who is this?"

Ning Nineteen's attitude towards him was obviously very helpful, and his stiff face melted when he was arguing with others, and his tone was correspondingly softer:

"woke up?"

"Well, thanks to you!"

Lu Yang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a humble expression, but the smile that Ning Jiujiu was about to raise to him froze on his face.

The two are connected with each other, so Ning Shijiu can clearly sense the anger in Lu Yang's heart, and he is also very self-aware, knowing that his rough tactics must have hurt the other party's face, so that the devil with a small chicken stomach can't get down .So, what will be the consequences, and how the Demon Lord Qing'an, who is bound to repay him, will get this debt back? Ning Jiujiu can probably guess...

But it's alright!

The anger must be vented, but the person who suffers is not necessarily himself!

Ning Jiu paused for a moment, but finally smiled a little, and waved his hand boldly:

"It's good if you wake up, come and meet this—hmph, big shot!"

There was nothing unusual about Lu Yang's appearance. When Ning Nineteen told him to go and have a look, he obediently turned his head and nodded slightly at Emperor Zhaoshen:

"Dare to ask the distinguished guest—"

"Don't talk too much about polite words, time is tight at this time." Emperor Zhaoshen took his words very simply, and said simply, "I am Zhaoshen, and the young master is Lu Qing'an, right? I have some I want to ask you something, will you come with me, or should I go to your room?"

"Uh……"

Lu Yang pretended to be confused by pretending to understand. From this sentence, he instantly understood the reason for the quarrel between Ning Jiujiu and Zhaoshen—whether he followed Dijun by himself or let Dijun run into his own house, Master Ning would not hesitate to come here. He was extremely unhappy, and since he was still asleep, Ning Nineteen would not let this one go upstairs.

Of course, this matter is fine no matter what, according to Shendijun's words, the most important expression he should put on, he can't casually ambiguous, otherwise it will definitely arouse the other party's suspicion.

So Lu Yang raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, opened his mouth, quickly closed it again, swallowed his saliva half-truth, and then opened it slowly, surprised:

"Photo—you are—you are—"

"Exactly." Emperor Zhaoshen snorted and looked up, "Go upstairs and talk in detail?"

If it was left in the place of ordinary people, when they saw such a big man, they would have bowed and knelt long ago, hurriedly leading people upstairs, serving good tea, being obsequious, knowing everything, and talking endlessly... Unfortunately, Lu Yang didn't have this plan. .

Meeting No. 1 in the current world was originally one of Lu Yang's goals when he came to the imperial capital. Now, because of Liuhuan Yuanjun's incident, this goal can be easily achieved, but Lu Yang is not satisfied with it, on the contrary, he is more cautious and kind. Be careful, for fear that a single eye movement or an unintentional remark will let this hard-won opportunity slip away from your hand, and you will not be able to do it all.

The meeting was just a beginning, a springboard, and what Lu Yang really wanted to do was to tie this mortal emperor to his chariot, not to make him a subordinate, at least, to make him a reliable helper.

"It's fine to go upstairs, but—" Lu Yang put on a sincere smile, inadvertently met Ning Nineteen's eyes, and then staggered lightly, even with the world-renowned emperor by his side, he didn't realize that the two of them had passed on countless secrets Information, a consensus has been reached a long time ago, and the front is united, "—but, my lord, uh no, Your Majesty, I- uh, Cao Min has just woken up from a coma, and my head is in a daze. I missed the important thing of His Majesty..."

Emperor Zhaoshen's face was calm, but his tone was a few points lower than before:

"It's okay, time is running out, you answer me first, and I will tell the truth."

"Then... Qing'an respectfully obeys the imperial order."

Lu Yang reluctantly nodded on the surface, turned sideways, bowed his waist, and stretched out his hand to invite the emperor to go upstairs first. As a servant himself, he naturally dared not walk in front of the emperor.

In fact, when the emperor passed by his side, Lu Yang raised half of the corner of his mouth, and gave Ning Nineteen a slanted look, with a smile on his face.

Ning Nineteen understood what he was thinking, and stared back fiercely, but said in his mouth:

"Hmph, this man is the monarch of a group of mortal cultivators, not the emperor of your little monsters. There is no reason to be so respectful to him, and there is no reason to say what he asks—how much he says and how wrong he is, so don't say anything!"

"master--"

"Nineteen Heavenly Lord, what you said is wrong!"

Emperor Zhaoshen turned his head and drank in a low voice, and said in a solemn voice:

"In the face of foreign enemies, what kind of monsters and aliens are still divided, arrogant and arrogant, Tianjun, is the Taoist at ease?"

"..."

Ning Jiu didn't recognize what kind of person the emperor was. After being stabbed like this, he almost opened his mouth and wanted to sarcastically go back. It was so easy to remember that this was Lu Yang's very important ally by name. It's okay to be noisy, but it must not be true. He tore his face so hard that he recited a meditation mantra, snorted disdainfully, and said no more.

When the three of them filed into Lu Yang's room, Emperor Zhaoshen waved his hands, and conjured up three azure wicker armchairs with gilded phoenixes out of thin air, and sat in the center first, then said calmly: "Sit down. "

Lu Yang said "offended" and sat down respectfully; Ning Nineteen didn't take that kind of trick, anyway, his status as a heavenly monarch was there, and the emperor didn't dare to do anything to him, so he casually lifted his clothes and sat down to Lu Yang on the bed.

"Okay, time is running out, let's make a long story short."

Emperor Zhaoshen didn't care about Ning Nineteen, just reiterated the words "time is pressing" once again, and under his long eyebrows, a pair of eyes as sharp as eagles fixed on Lu Yang.

"Lu Qingan, now I want to ask you the first question."

"Yes." Lu Yang answered obediently.

"I ask you--"

Emperor Zhaoshen began to ask questions, with a dignified tone and a solemn demeanor, as if the country and the people of the Li people were about to come out of his mouth.

Then, Dijun uttered loudly——

"Let me ask you, have you seen that enchanting and entangled female cultivator and looked at her appearance, but is she a virgin?"