God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

4311 - I am the same person

Yue Qingcheng replied: "I haven't heard of it, but I thought it would be like this. You are very well informed, Yaoyu didn't tell the world, right? The invitation hasn't been sent to the palace yet."

Hua Yan grinned.

"Miaoshan said so."

A business network is an intelligence network, and information is transmitted quickly.

When mentioning Miao Shan, Yue Qingcheng thought of Feng Xiaobai.

Feng Xiaobai has been to the snowy area for a long time, and there is no news yet, so I don't know what to do.

Hua Yan asked: "Sister, Lei Litang has ascended the throne, are you going to the Demon Realm?"

Yue Qingcheng did not hesitate.

shook his head.

"Don't go."

Huayan opened her mouth slightly.

"Really not going?"

According to her, it's okay to go.

After all, I still have to give it to save face.

Yue Qingcheng said indifferently: "When the time comes, ask Yi'er to go, Gui Xiao is training him to be his own leader. Ascending the throne or something, I will think about whether to go after his empress wedding."

Si Si used lightning to engrave the word Huayue on the pill. Hearing this, she raised her head and said in surprise, "Si Si is going too!"

She hasn't been out of the imperial city yet.

Of course, the two clones running around don't count.

Although after the fusion, she also has their memories, but at that time, the avatar just ran away, and all the scenery was pulled behind like a streamer, and there was no fun at all.

Si Si felt that her avatar who hadn't returned must have encountered something interesting to linger on and delay her return.

She really envied that avatar.

"Okay, you use your avatar to go."

Si Si nodded.

The three of them played for a while, and when Si Si got tired, Yue Qingcheng took her back to the palace.

As for engraving the logo, it wasn't their job to do it at all, Huayan had someone dedicated to it.

A few days later, the invitation from Demon Realm arrived.

Gui Xiao really handed over this matter to his eldest son.

However, he disagreed with Si Si going.

Si Si burst into tears.

In the past few days, she has been picking out beautiful clothes, but her father disagrees!

Crying and fussing, her father agreed.

When Si Si laughed through tears, suddenly, the palace was filled with the music of the Dao of Heaven.

Everyone was surprised.

Yue Qingcheng laughed and said, "Jiujiu has finally molded her spirit roots."

Si Si said, "Yeah, I'm going to see Uncle Jiujiu. Big Brother, wait a minute, we'll set off later, okay?"

The eldest brother has never refused to obey his sister's request.

Si Si ran to the secret room.

The whole body is holy white, without any zebra stripes, only the Chinese character "Wang Zong" is shining, and the little white tiger with its little pointy tip is getting more and more mysterious, and it is pacing out with self-confident and elegant steps.

Si Si stared round her eyes and said, "Uncle Jiujiu, why don't you change your form?"

She wants to see Uncle Jiujiu turn into a human.

The little white tiger is in a good mood.

Finally made it to this point.

It let out air from its nose, and said proudly, "Transfiguration? Huh, mortal!"

What a shape!

It does not want to become human.

Can a little master look good?

Can ghost owls look good?

Can Chonger be cute?

So, what does it change form for?

Lord Tiger is the cutest!

most handsome!

The most chic!

Lao Tzu is the same person!

Si Si turned around to show off her carefully selected clothes.

"Uncle Jiujiu, why don't you become like me! Look, don't you look good?"

The little white tiger said: "The clothes look good."

The little princess Si Si laughed.

The clothes look good, but isn't it because she looks good?

Gui Xiao said: "Okay, it's time to go. Go now, and go to the Yaoyu Palace just in time for the final appearance. If you slow down, it will be too late."

The time was right.

The ghost emperor's usual demeanor is to make his finale appearance.

Don't arrive early, don't be late, and get all the attention like walking on the red carpet.

Form a deadly invisible pretentious effect.

(End of this chapter)