The passage of time will never change due to human will.
March 15th is coming in a blink of an eye.
As a strong man in the holy realm, Lin Lei has his own seat even in the palace hall.
Opposing Linley is Olivia, another genius in the Sanctuary and the brother of Wharton's rival.
Both of them are top-notch brother-supporting demons who dare to fight the world for their brother's happiness.
Unless necessary, Yi Bai's thunder-type clone will not leave the player too far away, so standing in mid-air at this time is his wind-type god clone.
He was the first to comprehend the Phoenix Law, and naturally advanced the fastest. At this time, he was already proficient in several mysteries, and even the mysteries of speed and the rhythm of the wind had begun to merge.
Suspended in mid-air, his figure is disillusioned, and there is a mixture of reality and reality. If an enemy peeks at him, he will not be able to figure out his position at all.
Of course, even if they figure it out, the few artifacts on his body can still let the enemy know how the second generation of gods fights.
Throw coins!
Not far away, on the top of a mountain, which has been a god for more than five thousand years, the Martial God, the pillar of the O'Brien Empire, stood solemnly. Looking at the disillusioned figure in the distance, I felt very sad in my heart.
Is this the beloved grandson of Mr. Beirut? In less than ten years, I can no longer see through it at all.
This talent makes O'Brien feel like he has lived like a dog for so many years.
Hey, why were you so greedy for profit that you absorbed other people's divinities and became gods?
This road is a dead end with no hope for the future!
No, there is still hope!
O'Brien directly sent a message thousands of miles away to tell the contemporary king to choose Linley's younger brother 'Wharton' as his son-in-law.
Since you have decided to hug your thigh, you must be meticulous. What if the boss is in a good mood one day and reward him with a middle god?
No matter what happens, at least you can get married, so that if you end up in the cemetery of the gods and get killed, your backers will still have some protection.
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"Haha... Now the emperor officially announces that the person who married my daughter Nina is -" His Majesty Qiao An showed a smile on his face.
The entire hall fell silent for an instant.
You can hear a pin drop clearly.
Wharton and Linley both looked at His Majesty Qiao An nervously.
"This person is -" His Majesty Joan said loudly, Wharton Baruch!"
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Seeing this result, Yi Bai was very satisfied and prepared to leave directly. Anyway, there was nothing he liked to eat in the palace.
As for those aristocratic girls, haha, their feet are for walking, not for facing the roof!
"Your Highness Mo Yu, I am O'Brien. I wonder if you have time to come to my place as a guest?" The fire flashed, and a young man appeared with long hair as red as blood, and his eyes opened and closed like sword light shooting out.
Generally speaking, the momentum is domineering.
Even when Yi Bai was invited, he spoke stiffly, but he tried his best to put on a smile on his face.
After being aloof for more than five thousand years and being praised for too long, O'Brien has forgotten what humility is.
Yi Bai glanced at him lightly, this speed was too slow, and it was not enough to catch him behind.
A god who has been around for over five thousand years, is this all?
However, he also noticed the message just now. Face is mutual. You can refuse other people's overtures, but you must be polite.
Yi Bai's eyes gradually softened: "After finishing my work here, Grandpa Beirut asked me to go back to retreat as soon as possible. I will definitely come to Wushen Mountain as a guest when I have time in the future."
The God of War breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Warriors are all straight-hearted. If you reject me and still ridicule me, if you lose face and don't dare to take revenge, you will drive yourself crazy.
"I have long heard from Mr. Beirut that His Highness Mo Yu's genius and hard work are just as rumored, so I will not disturb your practice and wish His Highness steady progress on the road to godhood!"
Putting aside his shame, the difference between zero and countless times, the God of War's compliments slip away more and more.
Although he was only facing a child less than ten years old, his grandpa was awesome!
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Yi Bai looked at the God of War, thought for a while and replied: "You're not bad, your hair is pretty good, haha."
Martial God's face froze, a little aggrieved. Don't I have nothing else to praise?
After thinking about it carefully, except for his special skills in giving birth to children, he really had no other advantages over the ten-year-old child in front of him.
It is already a great honor to have His Highness praise himself against his will.
It seems that my decision as a god of war to interfere in the marriage of the juniors was correct.
Once I figured it out, I felt a lot better.
The God of War laughed loudly: "If Your Highness Moyu likes red hair, I think there are several orthodox little princesses in the royal family who are not yet married and have bright hair!"
"Look...? If Your Highness is interested, I will send it to you?! Study, study!" the God of War said very honestly.
Shameless people are invincible in the world! Yi Bai, who is simple, kind and just, can bear this battle. If he waits for a while, the queen will send it to him.
He doesn't like women at all and is not interested in women! Food is much more delicious than beautiful women, not so salty, and nourishes the body.
Yi Bai suddenly said seriously: "By the way, when I came here in the morning, Grandpa Beirut said that he would introduce some brothers to me. Goodbye!"
Naturally, O'Brien did not dare to say anything insignificant about Mr. Beirut's matter. His eyes were full of regret: "Well, your highness, have a good trip. You must come and see me next time you have time."
Yi Bai disappeared instantly, so enthusiastic!
Watching this great man who was born to stand at his own end and who will definitely stand above billions of gods in the future, disappeared in a way that he couldn't see clearly.
The sadness in O'Brien's heart increased even more. How great it would be if I were also the descendant of Lord Beirut!
He is only ten years old, but he has such strength! He is also wearing various artifacts that make him panic.
Returning to Wushen Mountain, O'Brien regained his aloof attitude as he looked at the disciples who were so respectful to him.
Facing the eldest disciple, he gave an indifferent order that could not be refused: "Fan! When Wharton gets married, you will send a heavy gift on my behalf and invite Lin Lei and his pet beast to visit me at Martial God Mountain!"
God’s will cannot be violated!
Although Fa En didn't understand why the teacher would value a boy who had just entered the Holy Realm, he just followed the instructions.
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I don't know if Rijiu will fall in love, but I'm really tired.
Gao Xiang followed his sweetheart, his brain began to become confused, his back was sore and his legs were weak.
I thought she was an innocent girl, but I didn't expect she was a juicer.
I really miss the days when I used to work hard. Although I am bald, at least my legs are not shaking.
"My brother is Qian and my sister is Bei. We become good together."
"Loving you is like drinking wine, I do it first to respect you!"
Hidden beneath every innocent girl is a palace-level old lady. Married women are really terrifying.
However, a man should be responsible and responsible. Gao Xiang calculated his contribution and made up his mind to undergo a body wash to regain his glory!
This matter is about dignity, never admit defeat!
"Little sister, where are you taking me?"
The target is hooked!
The Saint of the Temple of Light turned around calmly and looked at Gao Xiang with a downward gaze: "Do you like me?"
Gao Xiang nodded: "Yes, I already like you!"
The saint's face turned red: "Then are you willing to do some trivial things for me? It's really a very small thing for a human being!"
Gao Xiang, who had a lot of experience in being deceived, felt something was wrong: "What's going on?"
"boom!"
Gao Xiang fainted.
A big man appeared behind him, holding a big stick.
"What are you talking about with him? The devil who blasphemed the Holy Light should be brought back to receive the Holy Judgment!"