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The Dengtian Seal and Divine Eye were placed on the table in the simple conference room, and a group of elites from the Xuanwu Bureau gathered around to watch. Hu Bufei, who was cheap, even picked it up and looked at it, but was scolded by Zheng Congrong.

Luoyang sat on a chair by the window, looking at the mountains not far away, still thinking about the lightning that almost struck him and the aerial bomb that fell on his head. He couldn't think of two things.

Unexpectedly, he felt that something must be warning him, even the cat was playing with it before killing the mouse.

"What should I do if the upper realm really sends some heavenly soldiers and generals to kill me? Dragon Lord Yunya and her three brothers are my life-saving talisman, but they are all trapped in the heavenly prison and cannot get out. Really

If some great immortal is killed, will my trick of luring the enemy into the dragon's lair still be useful?" Luoyang felt unsure.

The most direct way to solve the problem is to let Master Yunya and her three brothers come out. It seems that we need to have a good chat with Taoist companion Yanhu and ask for her opinion.

"Xiao Luo, what do you plan to do with these two things?" Zheng Congrong asked.

Luoyang's thoughts were interrupted. He looked over and seemed a little distracted: "What?"

Zheng Congrong smiled: "I ask you what you plan to do with these two things?"

He had a bad face when he first arrived, but since Luoyang agreed to go to the moon to build the Heavenly King's Gate, his attitude has become quite good.

To be honest, such a betrothal gift is of greater significance than the ancient generals who opened territories for the emperors.

Luoyang thought for a while and said: "I don't have any good or mature ideas yet. Uncle Zheng, if you have any ideas, you can tell me about it so that I can refer to it."

Zheng Congrong smiled: "If I have any good ideas, you are the professional. You can handle it how you want. What I am most concerned about now is the Tianwang Gate. I just received the instructions from above.

It means that special things will be done, and I will send you to the moon in half a month at most."

"No problem." Luoyang's reply was simple.

Let’s not talk about betrothal gifts or betrothal gifts, just take the meaning of this matter, it is a good thing to leave a name through the ages. Besides, aside from contributing to the country and so on, being able to go to the moon and leave a footprint, etc.,

That's also very interesting.

"Brother, you are awesome. You are going to the moon soon. I wish I could go with you." Hu Bufei said enviously.

Luoyang smiled and said nothing. He couldn't make the decision on this kind of thing. Even if he could make the decision, it would be to bring the women in the family up, and it would not be Hu Bufei's turn.

"If we could use that Heavenly King's Gate to transport people and items, then building a base would be easy." Guo Fei said excitedly.

"In the future, after the base is built, we can mine from it and transport it back. It will make those capitalists in the west very hungry, haha!" Lao Wang smiled happily.

Zheng Congrong coughed: "You only need to know about this matter. It must be kept secret from the outside world."

Baili Jianjia and Hei Hudie were very happy. Their man had made great achievements, and his achievements were half as much as theirs. They also felt very honored.

"Master, my disciple wishes you a successful landing on the moon, great achievements, and a triumphant return." Xuan Taimei said in a catchy way.

The eyes of Baili Jianjia and Hei Hudie were unanimously focused on Xuan Taimei, and the expressions of the two women were a little strange.

Luoyang said with a headache: "Uncle Zheng, please take care of Taimei. She said she wanted to become my master, but before I even agreed, she just called me masters one by one."

Zheng Congrong took a sip of tea, smiled and said slowly: "Then you can accept Tai Mei as a disciple. She is learning this anyway. It is also a good thing that you have cultivated a talent for the Xuanwu Bureau."

Luoyang: "..."

He seemed to smell some kind of trick again.

After sending him to the moon about the black-armed butterfly, is it possible that he wants to trick him again and send him to Mars?

Zheng Congrong said again: "It's so beautiful. Why are you so young? Why don't you serve tea to your master?"

Xuan Taimei followed and walked over. Without being too particular, she directly picked up the teacup in front of Luoyang, knelt down on the ground, and said sweetly and crisply: "Master, please drink tea."

Luoyang was so embarrassed that he couldn't laugh or cry: "Stop making trouble, get up quickly, I...I am so young and shallow, I am not worthy to be your master."

Besides, he remembered very clearly that Xuan Taimei had a master. Although he was no longer alive, there was no such thing as becoming a master. Moreover, he suspected that this was another routine.

Xuan Taimei said: "If you don't agree, I won't get up. I'll kneel here for three days and three nights."

Luoyang: "..."

Xuan Taimei suddenly lowered her voice and said: "Master, it's alright. This is an organizational arrangement. You have to accept me as a disciple, and you have to accept me as a disciple. Who asked you to accept both the hero and the big-breasted brother?"

Yes, you have taken advantage of it, do you want to deny it?"

Luoyang glanced at Baili Jianjia and Black Brachial Butterfly. The former did not have any instructions, while the latter smiled and nodded to him.

His heart skipped a beat, wasn't this the little vixen's idea?

"Master, my knees are numb." Xuan Taimei reminded.

Luoyang sighed and took the tea in Xuan Taimei's hand: "Okay, get up."

An excited smile suddenly appeared on Xuan Taimei's face. After standing up, she patted Luoyang's shoulder: "Thank you, Master."

Luoyang said angrily: "I am your master, no matter how big or small."

Xuan Taimei smiled and said: "This is the master-disciple relationship in the new era. I want to learn from Senior Sister Xiaobai."

Luoyang just took a sip of tea in his mouth and almost couldn't help but spit it out.

He hoped that she would take it back, but he didn't know how to explain it to her.

Zheng Congrong said with a smile: "Xiao Luo, Taimei has you as her teacher, which can be regarded as a professional counterpart. You must teach her well and let her become a talent as soon as possible."

Luoyang hummed, but felt worried in his heart.

He taught Bai Jing and Baili Jianjia to use the Pythagorean Heart Sutra, so he couldn't also teach Xuan Taimei the Pythagorean Heart Sutra, right? But apart from the Pythagorean Heart Sutra, he didn't have a suitable cultivation secret book to teach Xuan Taimei. As for the route of Black Brachial Butterfly,

Then there was no need to think about it. Black Brachial Butterfly practiced Yin Yang with him, which was a secret technique exclusive to vixens. It would be useless for her to learn it.

Oops, I have a headache.

However, at this time Baili Jianjia said: "It's so beautiful. If you serve tea to Master, wouldn't Master Wife need to serve tea?"

Boss Xuan Taimei walked over unhappily, picked up the tea cup in front of Baili Jianjia and knelt down: "Master Wife, please drink tea."

"Hahaha, so good." Baili Jianjia took the tea from Xuan Taimei's hand.

Xuan Taimei looked at the black-armed butterfly sitting next to Baili Jianjia, and suddenly said: "Big-breasted brother, do you want me to kneel down for you?"

"Poof!" Baili Jianjia spat out the tea she had just drank.

Before Hei Hudie could say a word, Xuan Taimei knelt down and took away the tea cup in front of her, holding it up with both hands: "Big breasted brother, please drink tea."

The awkward atmosphere spread instantly. Except for Zheng Congrong, several men from the Xuanwu Bureau looked at Luoyang and almost burst into flames.

Luoyang tilted his head and looked out the window.

Black-armed Butterfly took the tea from Xuan Taimei's hand and took a sip happily.

She is also a master's wife, so why can Baili Jianjia drink the tea offered by her disciples, but she can't?

Zheng Congrong coughed dryly: "Um...the meeting is dismissed!"

He couldn't drive anymore at this moment, and he would definitely be embarrassed to death if he continued to drive.

Some people died, but not completely...


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