"And having your own power is much easier to use than relying on foreign objects like the so-called 'Teigu'." Nan Wukong further tempted him.
"Really? That kind of power..." The little emperor was obviously very envious. She had also seen the battle between Nan Wukong and Bude before.
"Of course. As long as you are willing, I can also teach you how to be a true Nine-Five Master. You will not be ordered by anyone and will tell you exactly what you want."
"Are you trying to control His Majesty with some strange thoughts?" The minister's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water, and his fat face was full of fat.
"Huh, let's take a free lesson now." Nan Wukong's staff and gun flashed with two colors of light, and in an instant, the fireball and ice arrow techniques were all activated and flew towards the minister.
Bude was always vigilant, and when he saw Nan Wukong's attack, he hurriedly protected the little emperor behind him.
Boom! Bang!
The explosion sound caused by the fireball spell, and the freezing sound caused by the ice arrow spell.
"If someone offends you, hit him in the face hard to let him know what pain is, and he will not dare to offend you again in the future. This can be used to deal with foreigners." The domineering nature revealed in Nan Wukong's words made him
The little emperor's eyes lit up. In her impression, her father was like this and would never be soft on foreigners.
Only in this way can he be a qualified emperor! He must deal with foreigners severely, which she did not do well enough.
"Wow!!" Minister Ernest covered his arm. One of the four Rakshasa ghosts in front of him was covered in blood, and his dark skin was scorched. It was obviously caused by the fireball technique.
Minister Ernest's arm was also frozen. It was in severe pain before, but now he has no feeling.
Ernest has the Imperial Gear, but his Imperial Gear is specific to the Imperial Gear, and is only effective against the user of the Imperial Gear, and is completely powerless against Nan Wukong.
"Minister, are you okay?" the little emperor asked with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty! Your Majesty, be careful with this person. He must have ulterior motives and is a completely uncontrollable person. This kind of person must be killed!" The minister's eyes were like a wild boar facing a threat, very fierce.
"Your Majesty, as an elegant magician, although he can also fight in close combat, what he is best at is casting spells from a distance to manipulate the enemy in the palm of his hand, just like now." Nan Wukong tapped the end of his staff gun on the ground.
For a moment.
A blue magic circle suddenly appeared under the little emperor's feet. By the time Bude reacted, the magic circle had already erupted with a powerful water column and lifted the little emperor into the sky. "Ah!!" the little emperor exclaimed.
"Your Majesty!" Bude rushed toward Nan Wukong like a fierce tiger.
Nan Wukong arranged a path of flames in front of him to block Bude, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the little emperor fell into his arms.
"Your Majesty will be in danger at any time if I wish." Nan Wukong hugged the slender little emperor with a gentle smile on his lips.
"Is this also the power of a magician?"
"Of course, do you want to learn?"
"Yeah!" The little emperor nodded fiercely.
Just as Nan Wukong was about to put down the little emperor, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him, "It looks like someone wants to harm Your Majesty." Then a flash of lightning burst out from his whole body.
Stab!!
The thunder armor technique, which was comparable to the power of high-voltage electric current, blocked a pair of physical fists, and then there was only a pop sound, and another one of the four Rakshasa ghosts fell down.
"Sneak attack!?"
In Nan Wukong's cold eyes, an ice-blue magic circle appeared in front of him, and countless ice edges pierced the sneak attack guy, killing him.
"No one is allowed to attack again!" The emperor's words were quite effective. The ministers and Bude all stopped attacking, and Nan Wukong also put the little emperor down.
The little emperor looked up into Nan Wukong's eyes: "Are you willing to be my teacher?"
"Of course, my Majesty." Nan Wukong knelt down on one knee and kissed the back of the little emperor's hand.
The little emperor's slender hands are very tender, and the nails are neatly trimmed, white and tender, slightly cool, and feel quite good. (To be continued)