Dijun, times have changed

The twilight was amiable, and a trace of blood dissipated with the night wind.

Lianguang and Jin Suanzi plundered the Qiankun bag on the corpse, divided the spirit stones inside, and continued to wait for the next wave of fat fish.

Lianguang has completely returned to its original state, and he gave Jin Suanzi a thumbs up: "Awesome. Why didn't I think of using spirit grass as bait to attract others to rob you? Anti-kill Sou Ling Shi, it’s much faster than any auction to get money.”

Jin Suanzi, who had recovered to the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, patted the hem of his clothes, which was not stained: "The bait is not the spirit grass, but the 'weak' us with a lot of spirit grass, thank you. I hope you Your brain can grow with your size. Plus—”

Jin Suanzi stared at Lianguang with dead fish eyes: "Didn't you realize that the emperor is no longer in the city?"

Lianguang: "Huh? Really. Then what shall we do?"

Jin Suanzi: "Of course after killing the next wave of fat fish, follow up."

Lianguang: "But you said just now that we will be late, and we will arrive in front of the emperor a little later."

Jin Suanzi: "That was before the emperor got up. Now that the emperor has left, are we still wandering outside as ministers? Of course we are here to obey orders."

Lianguang took a deep breath: "Is this the self-cultivation of the emperor and his ministers? Coach, guide me."

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The home of the Su family is not in Fuyan City, but at the foot of Yanshan Mountain outside Fuyan City.The Immortal Cultivation Family is different from the Immortal Cultivation sect. They do not pay attention to the rules of the mountain gate, but retain the habits of ordinary people. The houses and mansions are all rich and exquisite. A pair of stone lions at the gate is majestic.

When Su Jia led the emperor and the two inside, the two stone lions stood up and shook their heads at the four of them for a while, looking at the leader with novelty.

The emperor glanced at the two stone lions, what's so interesting about the town house spirit beasts that have been around for hundreds of years?When he gets more comfortable with mosaics, he can easily make hundreds of pairs of stone lions.

After entering the Su family's mansion, Cheng Jingyi took the water-proof beads to the clan elders to meet up with the elders, while Su Jia placed the emperor and the leader in the guest courtyard, and went to find the current team leader of the Su family, that is, his grandfather Su Qianyuan.

"Oh? Is that person really so powerful? Even your spiritual consciousness was cut off by him?" Su Qianyuan put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his beard and said, "I'll go and see with you."

In the guest house of the guest house.

The leader stretched his legs carelessly and sat on the grand teacher's chair. He rested one hand on his thigh and rested his chin on the other, watching Dijun unroll the roll of shark silk he had just bought.

Huang Wuji: "Brother, I think it's okay to ask Su Jia to help out with the whole dress, you really don't have to do it yourself." He can see the expression of bitterness and hatred from Dijun's ice cube face, so don't make things difficult yourself.

The emperor let the crocodile float in the air, holding the scissors that came out of nowhere in his hand, thinking about how to cut the knife with a serious face.

Hearing the leader's words, the emperor shook his head and vetoed: "The realm of the robe maker determines the level of the robe. In this world, my mana realm is the highest, and the robes made by me are the best."

The leader felt that Dijun was a little obsessive-compulsive, and he must be the strongest and best. He stood up, walked to Dijun's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dijun, relax. This world is for you. Isn’t it as simple as Xinshou Village? There’s no need to make it too complicated, don’t you think?”

The emperor held the scissors in his hand and looked at the leader.

The leader suddenly discovered that this person's irises were as colorful as stars.

Dijun closed his eyelids and said, "The leader should enjoy the best."

It should be enjoyed, not worth it.It's as if all the good things in the world should be enshrined in his hands.

Such words, uttered by a high-ranking emperor, are extremely lethal.

The leader's heart missed half a beat.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was just right.

Two people came outside the door to spoil the atmosphere.

Su Qianyuan has been in charge of the Su family for hundreds of years, and since he entered the integration period, he has never looked at anyone's face again.After all, in the entire Chiling small world, practitioners above the Fusion stage can be counted on one hand.

Su Qianyuan can be regarded as a man standing in the first echelon of the overall strength of the Chiling Small World. He has not experienced the feeling of being swept away with spiritual consciousness for a long time, and his soul is trembling.

The emperor looked at Su Jia and Su Qian Yuan with cold eyes that were almost dead silent. Su Jia couldn't even speak a word under this invisible pressure. What do you call it?"

The emperor took the shark silk, and said slowly: "This deity's name is a taboo, you can't know it. The rest of the names, you can do whatever you want. The spiritual wine exchanged between Su Jia's children and this deity can be presented. If there is nothing else, it will be until the Jingyuan secret realm opens." Before, don't bother me."

Su Qianyuan nodded yes, and he woke up after leaving the guest house.

What just happened?

Su Qianyuan carefully recalled the situation when he met the emperor just now, and found that he was completely led by the nose, and suddenly a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of what was uploaded by Sanyunzong.

It can't be that coincidental.

Su Qianyuan suppressed the speculation in his heart, let out a deep breath, and told Su Jia to treat the two people in the guest house well, and not to neglect.

In the guest house.

Dijun continued to fight the crocodile yarn.He gestured a few scissors, and suddenly remembered that he should measure the size first when making clothes.Although Dijun, the leader's official modeling size, is already familiar with it, he never misses any opportunity to get in close contact with the leader.

Huang Wuji watched Dijun shake his hand, the scissors turned into a copper ruler with animal patterns, and the white-clothed Dijun walked towards him persistently with the copper ruler.

The emperor looked down at the leader condescendingly: "Stand up and measure your body."

Huang Wuji confirmed with Dijun again: "Are you sure you want to challenge such a difficult matter as making clothes by yourself? This cloth is quite expensive."

Dijun nodded seriously: "It's not expensive, I do the best."

"Okay." The leader compromised, of course he didn't admit it because he saw a trace of pity on Dijun's cold face, so he compromised.

Damn it, Dijun would have such a pitiful expression?

Huang Wuji wiped his face and looked at Dijun again.The drooping eyelids suppressed all emotions, and his whole body was cold and alienated, which suited him.

It's really pitiful, it's all an illusion.

"Raise your hand." The emperor lightly touched the leader's arm, and he measured the leader's body with a copper ruler, as precise as recording the movement of the stars.

The leader's perception moved with the copper ruler, and he felt that he was like a handle held in the hands of the emperor, and every inch was controlled.The copper ruler moved from the back to the waist and abdomen, swimming with a gentle but perceptible force.But the more this happened, the more the leader scratched his heart and lungs.

"It's so light and itchy, can you focus?"

Almost as soon as the leader's voice fell, the copper ruler on the tip of his buttocks pressed down a little.

Desolation Wuji: "!"

Did he just say it?He actually said it!

Let's get this over with.

The leader kept his mouth shut, and didn't even hum until the emperor finished measuring the size.

Dijun is a little regretful.

With the freshly baked size, Dijun certainly still doesn't know how to cut it.But it doesn't matter, what do you want subordinates for?Of course, call subordinates when there is a need.

Lianguang, who was also on the way here, received the secret chat notification from the emperor, and said to Jin Suanzi with a wrinkled face: "The emperor asked me to get a tailor belt, where can I tie a tailor?"

Jin Suanzi: "Go back to the city and find a tailor shop. You can also hire a tailor without using a tie. Please go back to the civilized world, Lord Tianjian. Also, if you still have some messy things in your pocket, put them away. Give them to me, I will change the spirit stones, you can go to the tailor, I will almost be able to return to my Yushu Linfeng body."

Lianguang: "I really lost a drop."

So the two returned to the city, hired a tailor, and traveled all the way through the clouds and fog, and soon arrived at the Su family's mansion.

Lianguang and Jin Suanzi swaggered into Su's house, ignoring the large defensive formation that had been repaired and repaired for thousands of years.

The stone lion at the door bared its teeth and claws to stop the two, but Lianguang slapped them unconscious with one hand and threw them on the side of the road.Seeing the two walking straight towards the guest courtyard, no one in the Su family dared to step forward to stop them.

"Just, let them walk in arrogantly like this?" A disciple stammered.

Another disciple patted him: "You still don't admit that you are stupid. Didn't the ancestor say just now that you should treat the two distinguished guests in the guest house well, and no one is allowed to cause trouble. These two people went straight to the guest house, maybe Do you know the two distinguished guests in the guest house?"

"Then, it may also be an enemy." The disciple who was stuttering just now thought from a very strange angle.

The disciple who talked to him: "Can you still have a good chat?"

After receiving the report from his disciples, Su Qianyuan rushed to the Guest House with a solemn expression.

From a distance, he heard a sentence that frightened him to turn pale.

"Dijun, I have brought you a tailor!"

Monarch!Su Qianyuan almost choked when he heard these two words.Not long after the tragedy in the Sanyun Sect happened, the emperor who set off a bloody storm was sitting in his house?

Fortunately, fortunately, they are not enemies.

Su Qianyuan calmed down and began to analyze the pros and cons.First of all, Dijun's purpose is their family's spirit wine, Suqian Yuan has great confidence in his own wine; secondly, the people with Dijun are very important to him, Suqian Yuan thought about it, they didn't even say a word , the possibility of enmity and offense is zero.

To sum up, there is no hatred relationship between Dijun and Sujia.Think back to Dijun's tone of voice, as long as he looks for a host and doesn't disturb him, the house should be safe.

After Su Qianyuan finished the analysis, he felt a little settled down.After urging a few more sentences to serve the emperor quickly, Su Qianyuan didn't stay in the guest courtyard.

But Dijun, seeing that Lianguang had returned to its original state, did not change the expression on his face, but waved his hand when he saw the golden operator, and said: "Ai Qing, please forgive me."

Discriminatory treatment, so much sourness.But it doesn't matter, Lianguang pushed the tailor forward, "Emperor, the tailor I hired is the best in Fuyan City."

It was the first time to fly through the clouds, and the tailor who was a little dizzy said, "Ugh—"

Dijun: "..."

Lianguang: "I'll take care of it, it will be fine soon."

Leader: "Cut, sew?" So Dijun doesn't know how to make clothes at all, right?

Dijun straightened his back: "I just ask a master to guide me. I am professional in enchanting, tailoring and tailoring are professional."