Chapter 296 Stepfather!
Today, my sect leader saw several articles about my sect leader’s deeds.
The blowing made the sky dim and the earth dark, the sun and the moon were dim, and even the sect leader was so thick-skinned that he couldn't resist it.
This sect leader has never looked at this stuff before, and thinks these people are just talking useless nonsense.
Luo Liba wrote hundreds or thousands of words in a verbose manner, which is not interesting.
Looking at it today, all I can say is...
If you can talk, talk more!
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 190-[-] of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
"Bring me something more, and I will show you my skills again!"
Zhang Mo patted the table and said.
"Yeah!"
His Majesty began to take off his , the saint stopped His Majesty and said: "Your Majesty, it won't happen, it won't happen."
The other demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect have already begun to behave in various ways.
Is this about pooping in public?
"As for it, I want to see it!"
I can't care about anything else, His Majesty the fat man is already full of energy.
Don't ask, ask the boss!
With a snap, the belt was placed on the table.
Zhang Mo didn't even look at it this time and just stuffed it into the don’t need to look too much, you must have plenty of spiritual energy.
Alas, there are so many treasures in the imperial court.
I really want to grab it if I have the chance... No, I want to take a trip.
"Zhang Zongzhu! Have you had enough trouble? You are teasing His Majesty like this. Aren't you afraid that if the world knows about it, the alliance will be ruined? Zongzhu Zhang, don't go too far!"
The saint warned sharply.
Zhang Mo said with a bored expression: "It's boring. Okay, my majesty, I'll show you my hand at last. Come on, come on, give me some of your hair."
Zhang Mo said and stretched out his hands to everyone around him.
"Hurry up, this sect leader will show his hand and it will be over."
Zhang Mo urged.
The saint didn't know what Zhang Mo wanted to do, but she still gave it after hesitating for a while.
The same goes for everyone else, including His Majesty, who all had their hair pulled out.
That's what he wanted. Zhang Mo collected the hair of the saint and others and put them into a small box.
The saint glared and said, "Wait, you don't have to ask us what we want?"
Zhang Mocai didn't know how to explain. Anyway, he only left His Majesty's hair, then took out some iron stones, first used some Cang Ring to save them, and then made a wishing pot with skillful techniques.
His movements were fast, but they still shocked the saint, Master Yunshan, and many righteous masters present.
"This method!"
"This aura has a great path within it!"
"Damn it, the devil Zhang Da said he was going to show off his skills, but he actually showed them to us."
"It is indeed a powerful Overlord Realm, otherwise it would not be at this level!"
Zhang Mocai didn't know how many people had been shocked by his small show of skill.
Anyway, with the mentality of coaxing the child to play, he threw a small pot to His Majesty and put His Majesty's hair in it.
"Breathing tracking is successful, make a wish, make a wish, I want to get bigger, get bigger!"
His Majesty took the pot and immediately exclaimed: "It's alive, it's really alive. Dead things become living things, my Duke Wei is so powerful!"
Look at His Majesty's surprised face, jumping up and down.
Zhang Mo was sure that this was really a child, and judging from his wisdom, he was only about seven or eight years old.
Why do you eat like this?Feed the pigs?
It’s impossible to eat better than this sect leader! The saint was silent for a while, not knowing what to eyes changed and she looked at Zhang Mo, as if she had other thoughts in Mo was coaxing a child at this time, waving his hands and saying: "Okay, let's play with the things. Let's go, let's go!"
His movements were like shooing away flies, but unfortunately, His Majesty had no intention of letting Zhang Mo go.
The next moment, he twisted his fat to Zhang Mo again and said: "I want to learn, I want to learn this!"
With one sentence, Zhang Mogan was stunned.
What do you want to learn? Can this thing be learned?Is it a matter of whether to learn or not? You damn fat guy is not done yet, are you? "Gong Wei, please teach me. Whatever you want, I will give it to you!"
The damn fat man looks like a child acting coquettishly.
Zhang Mo waved his hand impatiently and said: "I can't teach you, and you are not my disciple. Why teach me!"
"I can become a disciple, my master is above..."
His majesty, the fat man, really wanted to kneel to the ground when he said that.
The eunuchs nearby were so frightened that they quickly stopped him, wondering why it was getting bigger and bigger.
The saint couldn't sit still anymore and stepped forward to stop His Majesty: "What kind of teacher do you want to worship? Your Majesty, please go back quickly."
His Majesty the fat man said with a sly expression: "I can worship the master of the sect as my teacher, why can't I worship Duke Wei as my teacher? I want to worship him, and I want to learn from him!"
Zhang Mo was so happy that he said, what is this?
In a loud voice, Zhang Mo said: "Forget it, Your Majesty. I don't like to hear people call me master. They call me old."
His Majesty the Fat Fatty thought for a while after hearing this.
The saint thought that he was finally willing to give up, but His Majesty the fat man said loudly: "Then let's call you foster father. After all, a teacher is a father, it's the same."
With one sentence, Zhang Mo's eyes suddenly widened.
Niubi!
When the saint heard this, she immediately became furious and shouted: "Come here, your majesty has drunk too much. Send him back!"
"Yes!"
The Yuanmen disciples immediately stepped high officials in the imperial court lowered their heads one after another, pretending not to see anything.
Then, I saw Yuanmen disciples dragging His Majesty the Fatty away alive.
The adoptive father's voice was still coming from outside the door.
Zhang Mo's heart moved slightly.
Wait, the fat guy just said that he had become a disciple of the sect must be the master of Yuanmen.
In other words, to a certain extent, His Majesty and the Saint are still brothers and sisters.
If Your Majesty worships this sect leader as his adoptive father again, then who does the saint belong to this sect leader? Little niece? A different smile appeared on Zhang Mo's face.
The saint gritted her teeth and turned around and said, "Sect Master Zhang, I made you laugh. Your Majesty is young and has many inappropriate remarks. Don't take them seriously."
Zhang Mo nodded and smiled: "Not seriously, of course not seriously. In fact, I just wanted to accept it. His Majesty's adoptive father is the father of the country. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems to be much better than Wei Guogong."
The saint said coldly: "It's just a joke. Sect Master Zhang, don't say this anymore."
"Okay, stop talking, stop talking."
Zhang Mo also gave him face and stopped mentioning the matter.
Zhang Mo picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Then Zhang Mohu said: "My sect master didn't quite understand why our Xia country was so troubled, with repeated wars and the people dying. When I saw it today, I suddenly understood it."
Next to them, Yang Shuo, Lao Gou and other demon cultivators laughed.
Yang Shuo said: "Sect Master, it seems that we still have too little experience!"
The old dog also said: "Sect Master, it's an eye-opener, it's an eye-opener!"
Zhang Mo smiled and nodded, then picked up another glass of wine with one hand.
"Come, Saint, let me toast you. Your Yuanmen are really amazing, so amazing. The court can play with the palm of your hand, and the world can be controlled by the palm of your hand. I admire you, I admire you!"
There was something in Zhang Mo's words that was extremely sarcastic.
Zhang Mo offered a glass of wine to the saint and drank it all with a smile.
The saint clenched her fists with five fingers, her joints turned slightly white, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.
Devil Zhang, you have insulted my sect too much! (End of this chapter)