I was targeted by the boss

After Luo Zhao went to the underworld, he experienced attraction and repulsion, and the test of the tenth level checkpoint, and felt that many memories that did not belong to this world flooded into his mind.

Meng Linjia's teeth are sore, Luo Zhao doesn't need to be so aggressive.

"If you think it's okay, I naturally have no objection, as long as you can build it."

Meng Linjia can't remember the events of the ancient times. He did meet Luo Zhao thousands of years ago, but at that time Luo Zhao was the emperor of Fengdu, and he was a little red-haired bird.

At that time, Luo Zhao looked like a dragon who could not see the end. He lived underground all the year round, and only came up when there was a party in the heavens. He never smiled, as if no one could joke with him.

The world has changed, monsters and fairies are hiding in the world, and now the Qinling area is not stable, the demon master in the world has been somewhat irresistible, so the heaven has to awaken his memory.

If Meng Linjia remembered correctly, Luo Zhao's memory was deprived because of a mistake, so he was able to be a college student steadily for so many years, but when all the memories recovered, the traces of the years were involuntarily carried on him.

Meng Lingjia felt that he looked a hundred years older than all the college students.

Luo Zhao turned and entered the room, Meng Linjia sighed inwardly, sure enough, Emperor Fengdu would bend his waist for love, only in front of Lin Wei, he was like a living thing.

It was night, Lin Wei had a dream.

He dreamed that he was back in the underworld again.

Someone hurriedly urged himself to move forward, almost making him think that he had entered hell again.

Lin Wei is not afraid to walk away in his dream, he even has the courage to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

However, this environment is different from the modern one. It seems to be the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty... Lin Wei doesn't like to read history, and he can't explain why. He was pushed to kneel while turning his head, and the person who just pushed him said: " Presumptuous, don't kneel down when you see the emperor!"

He didn't see any emperor at all? !

Lin Wei looked up and saw that the person sitting above him was none other than Luo Zhao.

Monarch?Luo Zhao?

Lin Wei thought everything was just a dream, so he said, "Little brother, who is sitting on it?"

The ghost guard behind him knelt on the ground with Lin Wei: "Emperor, this is the unjust, false and wrongful case. It's all minor mistakes. Please punish the minor ones."

Unjust, false or wrongly decided?What unjust, false or wrongly decided cases?

"Go down." Luo Zhao said, not angry but arrogant, and Lin Wei really felt very good-looking when he looked at it from below. Sure enough, people are good-looking even in whatever they wear.

"From today onwards, you will come under my command. If there is no one to cook the soup, go there."

Lin Wei:?

Why is he going to make soup?What exactly is an unjust, false or wrongly decided case?

When Lin Wei thought about it, a picture automatically appeared in his head. He was a scholar who came to Beijing to rush for the exam. He was begging in the temple for a high school official. Who would have guessed that the Buddha he worshiped was not someone else? , which happens to be Emperor Fengdu.

The one with the ten halls of Yan Luo beside him.

Coincidentally, this wish happened to be heard by the ever-managing Emperor Fengdu, and he agreed.

Making a wish and fulfilling a wish took just one thought, and just as Lin Wei was about to go out, the feathered servant brought him into Fengdu, and the people who signed the book of life and death were too busy to forget him, and his soul was gone.

At the end of the year, when Emperor Fengdu was going to settle the old accounts, he suddenly found that there were more heads in the underworld, and they had been wandering around for several months, and the soul had long since died.

He also doesn't have the right to bring the dead back to life, but if he becomes an official, he can be regarded as a fairy, and he can naturally go home and say goodbye to his family.

It turned out to be the case.

Slowly, the images in his head played back like lanterns. Lin Wei later really became the first Meng Gong.

Many people began to tease him after drinking Mengpo soup, saying some shameless words, Lin Wei was almost blushing, and the stall of Mengpo soup was smashed several times.

Because Lin Wei's own personality is too resigned, and the ghost knows this, so he often comes to smash the stalls and get away with it.

It wasn't until there were several cases of people who were born with knowledge of past lives in the world that the commander above told this matter to Luo Zhao to solve it. Luo Zhao was really bored all day long, so he simply came to the booth.

I saw a wandering soul directly took Meng Potang and smashed it on Lin Wei's head.

Luo Zhao frowned.

Lin Wei handed over another bowl: "Just drink it, really, it's not bitter at all, and you won't feel pain after drinking it."

The second bowl hit him on the head without a doubt.

This fairy is simply more useless than a ghost.

Luo Zhao immediately stepped forward, pinched the wandering soul's mouth, and poured it in: "Get lost."

Lin Wei opened his eyes slightly: "Dijun... how can you..."

Luo Zhao: "You are here to make them drink it. Now there are several people in the world who remember their past lives. You ask me, how can I do it?"

Lin Wei quickly shut up: "I'm sorry..."

Luo Zhao: "Do what you should do."

Since then, Luo Zhao has not yet understood that a seed has slowly sprouted in the heart of an innocent child, and has slowly grown into a towering tree.

Lin Wei changed shifts every day, and would go to Emperor Fengdu's study on purpose, using various pretexts to come forward.

Emperor Fengdu liked the qin, so he hugged Po Meng to teach him the qin. After learning it over time, he knocked on Luo Zhao's door and wanted to play it for him.

Luo Zhao said this lightly. After all, he had to bear part of the responsibility for the unjust, false and wrongly decided cases. For him, Lin Wei was only responsible for a mistake.

Besides, everyone has become old fritters after being in the underworld for a long time. Only Lin Wei still retains a rare innocence. This is the beauty of human beings outside.

Luo Zhao is also willing to get closer to him.

The war between the heavens and the demons quickly broke out. Between the heavens and the earth, only Luo Zhaodong knew the weakness of the Demon Cult. He had to take the elite soldiers to go with orders from his superiors. In terms of tactics and combat power alone, the Demon Cult was no match for the Heaven Realm. .

Luo Zhao was even more of a fierce general, and the demon sect he fought was losing ground and fled around.

No one knows that the Demon Cult has had an eyeliner in the heavens from the very beginning, and they know all the activities in the heavens like the palm of their hands, and they have endured for a hundred years for today's battle!

No matter how brave Luo Zhao is, undercover agents are always faster than him, and the next plan seems to have been figured out, and there is no way to defeat the Demon Cult no matter what.

He can't wantonly investigate in the barracks, as this will disturb the morale of the army.

In the next battle, the fight was extremely difficult and he had to fight hard. There were casualties and injuries, as if the outcome was already doomed.

Unexpectedly, a sudden army emerged, and a war broke out inside the Demon Cult. They were fighting among themselves, and the Demon Cult divided into two teams to fight each other.

While Luo Zhao was still watching, Lin Wei leaned into his ear, "Dijun, I released a few demon cultists secretly a few days ago, and they didn't drink Mengpo soup...they really helped us, now we Just go."

Luo Zhao didn't even have time to ask Lin Wei how he got here, he remembered that he didn't bring this person with him at all.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to praise Lin Wei or to say that he was dereliction of duty.