The two chatted for a long time and met the Emperor of Heaven together. The general idea was to let the Emperor of Heaven prepare to send troops. The Emperor of Heaven was timid and short-sighted. He still regarded Longzu as a threat and told them to inquire about everything.
Be clear before drawing conclusions.
The matter of dividing the troops was put on hold again.
After leaving the Tianchen Palace, the Barefoot Immortal cursed angrily: "I don't think those two emperors were so brave and resourceful, how could they give birth to such a son!"
Dragon Ancestor frowned and said: "It is really difficult for people to do this. The demon world is fully prepared and is waiting for the time to come to the ninth heaven. But we don't even have a chance to train our troops...
The war is about to break out, which really makes people sweat."
The Barefoot Immortal took a breath and said: "I don't care. I will go back and call some old buddies from the gods to go to the Tianchen Palace to harass him every day. If he still refuses to delegate power to train troops, I... I will just rely on his palace.
Refuse to leave!"
Long Zu recalled what the Emperor of Heaven had done to him and Ruyi before, and he felt faintly angry. If he hadn't wanted everyone to know about his restoration of memory, he would have just wanted to grab the Emperor of Heaven by his clothes and question him.
Fan.
"The peace and prosperity of the Three Realms and Six Paths cannot be destroyed in the hands of a mediocre emperor." Longzu gritted his teeth and said: "Look at the situation of the discussion with Suyi, the painted-skinned ghost. If we can't reach an agreement, then I will definitely ask for some troops from the Emperor of Heaven.
Come."
The Barefoot Immortal asked: "What if the Emperor of Heaven refuses to let you take command?"
Longzu smiled coldly and said: "He was always able to show off his power in the past because I never bothered to compete with him for anything. This time, whether he gives it or not, I will order the soldiers of the day!"
As he spoke, Holy Light shone all over Long Ancestor's body, as if he was truly angry. The Barefoot Immortal felt a bit of cold energy pouring out of Long Ancestor's body.
Heaven is probably going to be in chaos... The Barefoot Immortal shuddered and thought silently in his heart.
When we returned to Longting Pavilion, it was already dusk. As soon as Long Zu stepped in, he saw all the servants standing in a row in the courtyard, including Long Er.
Dragon Ancestor then asked: "Why are you all standing here?"
"It's Madam..." Long Er suddenly remembered that Long Ancestor did not allow him to be addressed like this, so he changed his words: "It was the order from Fairy Wuyou. She said that she would not be lucky enough to cook for Long Ancestor again in the future.
She wants to cook your first and last dinner in person, and she asked us to wait here for your return."
Longzu felt happy. After hearing this, Fairy Wuyou must have figured it out. He hurriedly opened the door and entered the hall.
There are several dishes on the table. Fairy Wuyou is sitting at the table in a bright red dress. She has a strong and sincere attitude, with fine texture and even flesh. Her embroidered clothes are shining in the late spring, and she is frowning.
A golden peacock and a silver unicorn. What is there on the head? The emerald green leaves hang down from the temples. What can be seen behind the back? The beads press the waist to make the body steady.
She is extremely beautiful, but under the heavy makeup, she no longer looks like Fairy Wuyou herself.
Long Zu sat down at the table and asked, "Did you agree?"
Fairy Wuyou nodded and said helplessly: "Since you have already made a decision, what can I do? I can only agree. After this meal and this glass of wine, you and I can continue to be the same as before!"
"
Longzu sighed and said: "What I said earlier was quite straightforward. If I offended you, please forgive me. I will punish myself with three cups of wine first!"
He picked up the wine glass and prepared to put it to his mouth.
Fairy Wuyou had already added the water of forgetfulness to the wine. They said three drops were enough, but she just didn't trust and poured half a bottle into it in one breath. More is always better, Fairy Wuyou thought.