Fantasy: Heaven revolves around me

Tu He, the commander of the Imperial Forbidden Army, is a person who knows the times very well.

After Jiang Jiuge said that he wanted him to lead the way to the Great Yan Palace, he just had a somewhat gloomy face and led the way without showing any resistance.

So crisply, as if there is not the slightest position.

However, this is not to say that he is not loyal to the Great Yan Dynasty.

In fact, as a dog of the Great Yan Dynasty, Commander Tuhe can be said to be loyal, but he knows that no matter how much he plays in front of Jiang Jiuge, it is useless.

Not only can't he play, but even the emperor can't play.

Although the six great families and the three major dynasties have always been dissatisfied with being pressed on their heads by the Chongxiao Holy Land, in fact, their hearts are like a mirror: the Chongxiao Holy Land is too transcendent in terms of both background and strength, and even if these forces are completely tied together, they may not be able to get benefits in front of the Holy Land.

"The Holy Lord of the Heavens. "

Majestic voices descend from heaven.

Looking up along the ever-extending white jade staircase, the imperial palace of the Great Yan Imperial Capital, its existence seems to be hanging high in the sky, shrouded by the aura of the Dharma Protector Array, and the magnificent palace buildings loom in the pale golden clouds, solemn and majestic, and vast.

"Emperor!"

The moment he heard this voice, Tu He's body shook slightly.

He knelt down almost instantly, and with so much force, he knelt directly on the solid jade steps one after another, but he didn't seem to care about this, just kowtowed to the majestic figure at the end of the stairs, knocking his skin and bleeding.

The Emperor immediately laughed.

On its back sat the little holy son, wagging its tail and taking a few steps of stairs, and then looked condescendingly at the Tu River kowtowing below.

"Yes, just kowtow to me like this, and don't stop if you don't knock to death. "

Tu He didn't seem to hear the emperor's words, and he still kept knocking towards the Great Yan Emperor on the high platform.

It's just that the emperor didn't pay attention to it, and even his eyes never fell on Tu He, but kept staring at Jiang Jiu Ge, who had a quiet breath.

The Holy Lord of Chongxiao smiled.

He walked a few steps, gave it a shudder on its head at the emperor's cry of pain, and then before it could open its mouth to say something bastard, he took it and Fang Mingjing to the end of the jade steps in an instant.

Above the jade steps is a huge square.

The aura of countless cultivators was scattered in all corners of the surrounding area, and behind the Great Yan Emperor, there was a terrifying aura surging in the magnificent palaces, and it seemed that everyone was paying attention to this side.

"Huh, aren't you Qin Wudao?"

Looking at the face of the Great Yan Emperor, Jiang Jiu Ge suddenly frowned.

The corners of Emperor Yan's eyes seemed to twitch.

He looked at Jiang Jiuge with a quiet gaze, and after a while he said without smiling:

“...... The Holy Lord of Chongxiao is really a noble person who forgets things, my imperial brother died in your hands back then, so the position of the emperor fell on my Qin Wujian. "

"Then you're in luck, old boy. "

The emperor couldn't help but say something.

Qin Wuji's gaze couldn't help but fall on it, although there was no expression on that face, there was a bit of murderous intent in his cold gaze.

"Cheap. "

Jiang Jiuge patted it on the head painlessly.

Seeing the other party's perfunctory appearance, Qin Wujian didn't bother to do any more superficial work, he said coldly with his eyes:

"Chongxiao Holy Lord still has something to say, he came to my Great Yan Dynasty with a swagger, it won't be to come for a meal, right?"

"Interesting...... Knowingly asking questions is not a good Xi habit. "

Jiang Jiuge laughed.

He ignored Qin Wuji's embarrassed face, and slowly felt the powerful momentum in the palace, and after a "tsk", those powerful and incomparable breaths suddenly became sluggish.

"For the madman?"

Emperor Yan's complexion became extremely ugly.

He knew the dirty things that the third prince Qin Mad had done, even if Qin Mad at that time thought that he was doing something hidden, but in this Great Yan Dynasty, what could he hide from Qin Wuji?

Therefore, after knowing that Jiang Jiuge had arrived, he had already had a premonition that he might not be able to do well today.

But Qin Wujian still couldn't help but want to give it a try, after all, the third prince Qin Yan was the most beloved child by him, and his cultivation talent was also the most outstanding among all the princes of Great Yan, and even the ancestor had already designated him as the next emperor of Great Yan.

"Jiang Jiuge! My Great Yan Dynasty has ever cut off its worship of your holy land for tens of thousands of years? What has happened to the Yang and Yin under your Holy Land? The previous generation of Chongxiao Holy Lord had a bad relationship with my ancestor, and he didn't look at the face of the monk but also looked at the face of the Buddha, if this matter was revealed, my Great Yan Dynasty would be able to worship in the future——"

"Emperor, your three princes provoked the Holy Son, not me, the Holy Lord. "

Jiang Jiuge interrupted Qin Wuji's words.

He had that smile on his face all the time, but that smile had a dead silence.

"Spiegel's talent is far above mine. "

"In the future, the position of the Holy Lord of Chongxiao will inevitably be his. "

The emperor's face turned pale.

How could he not understand the meaning of Jiang Jiuge's words - the talent of Chongxiao's generation of Holy Sons is unique, even if Jiang Jiuge let Qin Mad go this time, but when the Holy Son grows up, it will not only be a matter of Qin Mad when the time comes.

At this moment, Qin Wuji's aura was extremely chaotic.

He looked at the child standing there as if he didn't care about these things, just rubbing the emperor's dog's head vigorously and smiling extremely cutely, and said in a low tone: "Little Holy Son, you have to be forgiving and forgiving." "

"That can't be. "

Fang Mingjing glanced back at him, and said with an innocent smile on his young face:

"Whoever sins against me will die. "

......

The day before yesterday, it was just winter, and I had a fever.