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"I'm back," he stretched out his hand and quickly rubbed Bai Ze's dog head. It must be said that the dog's claws and fangs were indeed very cute.

Everyone in Mu Qing Palace rushed out after hearing the noise. Yes, some of the most famous officials in the Xia Dynasty were among them, especially the chief steward, who clenched his fingers into orchid fingers and choked back a word "Your Majesty". How can Your Majesty be a gigolo? ? !

The eyes were filled with gossip. What does it mean to cry like this without even trying hard? This sentence contains a lot of information! Could it be that His Majesty is the one below? ? ?

Bai Ze, who was being stared at by many eyes, turned around silently, his pupils trembled, and his face changed instantly. His image was ruined!

"Your Majesty, we greet you." All the ministers bowed respectfully, feeling a chill down their spines. Only after they had said that did they realize something was wrong.

"My humble servant greets Your Highness." The chief steward's eyes turned and he quickly changed his tone, quietly wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"My humble servant greets His Highness." They all bowed in unison.

How could they forget the most important thing? This is the Heavenly Palace! There can only be one master, and that is the Heavenly Monarch of the Heavenly Clan.

His face was twisted into a bitter one. Damn it, it seems like they don’t even have their own territory now. His eyes were full of eagerness to try.

They love to grab territory, but how about convincing others with reason? !

"Go ahead. If anyone can be called His Majesty, only the Heavenly Emperor can call me His Highness from now on." It was a bit embarrassing to say it, but he was thick-skinned and had no problem with it. "Go in and talk."

"Yes." They stood up, and the two leaders were both immortals, only slightly inferior to the other forces.

On the surface, they were basically two late-stage upper immortals, but as for the hidden ones, it was not particularly clear, after all, who doesn’t have two trump cards? They had all recognized their faces before and knew who they were.

"When did you come up?" He lifted a corner of his clothes with one hand, turned around and sat on the main seat, waving away the slaves around him and asked.

"This, let me speak first, Your Majesty. Look, I've lost my tongue again," he said, slapping himself on the face and smiling apologetically, "I couldn't find Your Majesty, so I left the palace to retire, and then I appeared here ten years later."

"What the chief steward said is right," it fits, "Your Highness, don't worry, we will all die of old age," he pinched his thigh tightly under the table, for fear that he would call his majesty and your servant as soon as he opened his mouth.

Bah, what a thing! Even if he is, he should be my subordinate!

"Me too. I don't have much to say." He raised his hands, his face full of emotion, saying, "Big brother is right, I will always listen to you."

"Your Highness, this is delicious. The fruit is big and round. Hey, who hit me?!" He glared at his friend fiercely. What? What? Want to rebel?

"I think so too. It would be nice if I could eat it every day," he touched his stomach and smiled very naively, not looking like a devil at all.

"Shut up," he pinched his brows in annoyance. This person was not here to help, but to kill him. If they all spoke, it would be as powerful as five hundred drakes! What sin had he committed?

"Okay," he gestured to shut up and stopped talking.

"Put away the rules you followed in Daxia and follow the rules of the Heavenly Palace in the future, otherwise I won't be able to protect you. Okay, go down and practice. If there are more resources than I can afford, go and take them."

His eyes suddenly changed, and he spoke loudly, gave the chief steward a look, and was the first to stand up and go to the back hall.

"Your Highness is leaving now? I haven't had time to think about whether Your Highness is planning to be a gigolo. I want to find one too," he touched his head, his eyes shining.

"Look at you, you fat head and big ears. If anyone wants to find someone, I should be the first one to do it," the young general in white robe next to him said with a mocking look in his eyes, holding up the long mace in his hand.

"Disperse, disperse. Let's practice quickly. Otherwise, we won't be worthy of fighting for territory in the future and will be laughed at by those bastards." The chief steward raised his whisk lightly, and his voice remained shrill.

"Pfft, big brother, why hasn't your voice recovered yet?"

"How dare you, you bastard, laugh at our family?" He kicked the man on the butt without any hesitation and walked towards the back hall.

"Tsk, with such a bad temper, isn't he a dead eunuch?" He looked around furtively while saying this. No one was safe.

"I'll deal with you after I get out of here." A sinister voice floated over from a distance, instantly reminding people that this is the Heavenly Palace! !

When Jiuli returned to Jiuxiao Palace, she saw Qingyue standing in front of the palace gate and noticed the black color in the depths of her eyes. Suddenly, an inexplicable meaning appeared in her eyes: Qinghua Realm could be destroyed.

"Why did you come back just now?" Qingyue couldn't help but stop in her tracks. She was really losing control of her words and actions. "That's not what I meant. You know I'm the one making the decisions in Qinghua Realm now."

"I've been so busy with so many things that I'm not feeling well. We haven't gone out to play together for a long time," he quickly added.

"Well," his eyes flashed with golden light, tracing back to the source, and after a moment he tapped his palm with his folding fan, pretending to be clueless, "It's been a long time since we last met, and you've been promoted to a god."

Since Fox Lord asked her to find out the situation, then the script was naturally in her hands, otherwise wouldn't it be a favor to others? As for Qingyue, did she really not notice it?

How is that possible? Otherwise, there wouldn't be a situation where all the immortals in the world would have to call her "Emperor Princess" in the future, right?

"You also know that the tribulations in Qinghua Realm are all tribulations of love, but I made some mistakes," he said with an unpleasant look on his face, hesitating to speak.

"Oh? Where do you get that from? Aren't you already a supreme god now?" His eyes flickered and he pretended to be clueless.

"During the tribulation, someone intervened and changed my fate, so it is not complete. In addition, there are many things to do in Qinghua Realm, and my cultivation is not stable. To be honest, there is a difference between me and the other gods."

"Yuan Qing, you will help me, right?" he said suddenly.

Jiuli turned the folding fan in her hand and touched Qingyue's outstretched hand. Of course she wanted to help, with a strange smile. After all, Qinghua Realm was her enemy in a sense.

"Let's talk about it," he added, "You also have to know that Qinghua Realm is under the jurisdiction of Fox Lord. Even if I am a noble god, it would be unfair for me to interfere. But you can invite me."

Qingyue's fox eyes flickered slightly, as if she was thinking about something, or as if she was receiving some news. After a moment, she lowered her head, and when she looked up, she revealed a bitter smile.

"I won't make things difficult for you. I don't know why my brother's cultivation level dropped drastically a few days ago." She felt broken all over. If there was a man here, he would have held her in his arms and comforted her.

"If I give you something else, it's fine, but," he tapped the table with his fingertips, "the Golden Crow Divine Yuan Grass needs to be irrigated with my essence and blood. It hasn't taken shape yet, and I still have Suihua Mountain behind me."

He looked hesitant. What the hell is this just for a plant? Even a dog is not worth it. He borrowed the Golden Crow's Tail Feather and the Golden Crow's Divine Essence Grass. Is he planning to create a clone or a puppet for her? What a pity.

It seems that what I know is limited, and there is no point in keeping it.

"You have already reached the level of a Venerable God. Even if you lose your essence and blood, you can make it up after a thousand years. How about three Moonlight Pills?" She looked at me pitifully, and I just wanted to give my heart to her.

But she has a heart of stone, and the most important thing is that she is the ancestor of Qingyue. This little bit of charm is underestimating her.

"Yuan Qing, if you don't help me, I won't play with you anymore." She said coquettishly, "If I don't play with you, no one else will play with you. You're going to lose your little fox."

"Let me think about it," Where did this fool come from? Do you think she is a fool? If you don't hesitate, people will think you don't care. The Golden Crow Divine Essence Grass must be extremely precious to the Fox King, right?

"Okay then, take your time to think about it." He casually touched the white lotus hairpin on his head with his fingertips and sat down.