Super Red Packet

Chapter 811 The Inner Temple
Meng Xiaoben had already lost his skill at this time, and his footsteps were as heavy as those of ordinary people when he walked. If he passed in front of the guards, he would definitely notice it.

"What should I do?" Meng Xiaoben passed the telepathy to Beggar Dao.

"Turn, turn, go to the back of the inner hall." Beggar Dao also used telepathy to pass the order to Meng Xiaoben.

Meng Xiaoben turned a corner, left in front of the guards, walked along the stone paved road to the back of the main hall.

There is no one behind.

There are three windows, red candlelight shines through the windows, and a figure is reflected on the window paper.

Meng Xiaoben approached the window, put his ear on it and listened, but there was no sound from inside.

It seemed that only the king was inside.

Meng Xiaoben stretched out his fingers again, and gently poked a small hole in the window paper.

Put your eyes close to the hole and look inside.

I saw King Yanqing sitting on the dragon chair, closing his eyes and meditating.At the left and right feet, there is a beautiful maid kneeling on each side, gently rubbing his legs.

And King Yanqing's two big hands, one on the left and one on the left, were placed on the heads of the two maids, using their heads as the armrests of the dragon chair.

The two maids obviously didn't dare to move. While rubbing their legs, they straightened up and acted as armrests for the king.

"Okay," Beggar Dao poked out his hair, floated in front of Meng Xiaoben's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Stand here and don't move, I'll go in and fix him, and then you go in."

Saying that, Beggar shrank back and got in through the small hole in the window paper.

Meng Xiaoben then put his eyes on the small hole to observe what Beggar Dao was doing.

I saw the beggar's path turned into a ball of green light that seemed to exist and seemed to disappear, slowly drifting towards the back of the king's dragon chair.

The king's eyes were still closed, and he didn't notice anything at all.

The green light circled twice over the king's head, then slowly fell down and covered the king's head.

Then, the king's body slowly shrunk.

The two maids were rubbing the king's legs when they suddenly noticed that the king's legs were getting shorter and thinner.

The two maids thought that they were too tired and had hallucinations, so they couldn't help but rubbed their eyes, and then took a closer look.

The king's legs still continue to shrink!
Now, the king's whole body has shrunk to the size of a five-year-old child.

The two maids were terrified, stood up, turned around and ran out of the hall.

The beggar's path immediately showed its original shape, and suddenly blocked in front of the maid.

The two maids suddenly saw a bad old man blocking their way, they knew they had encountered a ghost, they were too frightened to shout or run, their legs gave way, and they fell to the ground.

Gai Dao looked at the two super beauties on the ground, his eyes sparkled brightly, he admired for a moment, then stretched out his hands, and waved to the two maids.

The two maids stood up straight from the ground as if they had been enchanted.

They were expressionless at this moment, as if they were asleep.

Beggar Dao happily circled around the two of them, looking left and right, admiring while watching: "It really is a good material, it really is a good material."

Meng Xiaoben stared at it in a daze: This old man, is it possible that he wants to practice no... steps on the second daughter?
I really can't see that an old beggar still has this addiction!
Meng Xiaoben guessed right.

After walking around the two women for a while, Beggar Dao showed great satisfaction, stretched out his hands, and waved in front of the two women.

The figure of the second girl also immediately became smaller.

In just an instant, the second daughter had turned into two miniature people the size of a palm!
"Hahaha, I'll accept you two first."

As Beggar Dao said, he stretched out his hand to pick up the two maids from the ground, held them in his hands, admired them carefully for a while, and then put the two maids into his pockets.

Meng Xiaoben saw all this clearly, and couldn't help but doubt the old beggar in his heart: This old man is really powerful, but is he really a flower picker?Or the head of Nine Suns Divine Veins?Could it be that the head of the world-renowned Nine Suns Divine Meridian has this kind of virtue?
Meng Xiaoben felt dissatisfied in his heart, and Beggar Dao walked up to the dragon chair, facing the little king with both hands, as if he was exerting his power.

I saw streams of gas, tumbling, pouring out from the hands of the beggar, and heading straight for the king.

At the same time, Beggar Dao murmured, "Miniature, miniature! Continue to miniaturize!"

However, the king's body was no longer obedient, and he still looked like a five-year-old child.

Beggar Dao struggled for a long time, but the king didn't move at all, so angry that Beggar Dao slapped the king hard, and cursed: "You're pretty good at cultivation!"

Now Meng Xiaoben understood the way: the way of beggars cannot shrink a person with a high cultivation level.And the two maids had no cultivation at all, so they were shrunk into a small ball by the Beggar Dao at will.

"Oh, King Yanqing, since you don't listen to the instructions of the poor man, the poor man has no choice but to wrong you and go underground."

to the ground?
Is this old man going to kill the king?

Meng Xiaoben's heart tightened: he didn't want the king to die.How sad the flower fairy would be if the king died!King Yanqing has no enmity with me, I came to the Small Animal Forbidden Curse Area this time, originally for King Qing.What should be killed is not killed, but an innocent person of King Yanqing was killed? !
No, I have to stop the way of beggars!
Meng Xiaoben immediately teleported to the past: "Don't kill the king!"

Beggar Dao turned around and took a look at Meng Xiaoben, and telepathy sent a message: "Haha, boy, Huaxian and you have not been married yet, you already know that you are protecting your prospective father-in-law? Don't worry, I won't To hurt him, as long as he is imprisoned within three feet of the ground, he will not die."

As he spoke, he lifted the king from the dragon chair, held it high in his hand, and swung it to the ground!
I'll go, Meng Xiaoben's heart tightened: It's no wonder that the little king didn't die after being thrown.

However, Meng Xiaoben was amazed immediately: after the king fell to the ground, he immediately disappeared underground.

Beggar Road stepped on the ground with his feet, as if he was afraid that the king would come out from under the ground, he stomped a few times to feel relieved.

"Come in."

Gai Dao reached out and opened the window.

Meng Xiaoben jumped into the inner hall from the window.

"Come, come, sit here." Beggar Dao pulled Meng Xiaoben and walked to the dragon chair.

The dragon chair in front of him is inlaid with gold and jade, giving it an incomparably luxurious feeling.But, to be honest, this dragon chair is hard, and sitting on it is definitely not as comfortable as a sofa.

Sit on it and try it out.

Meng Xiaoben raised his leg and sat on it.

It feels so ordinary!

This is the dragon chair!

Not at all uncomfortable.

Meng Xiaoben got off the dragon chair immediately: "It's boring. Compared with my leather sofa, I don't know how many levels it is."

Beggar Dao stopped Meng Xiaoben and persuaded him: "Sit down, you have to get used to sitting on the dragon chair. Tomorrow morning when you go to court, all the ministers will pay homage to you, why are you still standing to accept the worship?"

Meng Xiaoben had no choice but to sit up again.

Beggar Dao faced Meng Xiaoben with both hands, and smiled: "It's okay, you look like a king. Now, I'll make you a king."

Meng Xiaoben closed his eyes and waited quietly.

I just felt a burst of heat rushing over from the front door.

Immediately, the whole body seemed to boil.

A huge yin and yang mixed vitality permeates every cell!
Cells are changing!
"what!"

Huge pain hit the whole body.

Like a raging fire, Meng Xiaoben could hardly bear it, and trembled in his heart: Is this old man trying to murder me?

Fortunately, the sharp pain only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared immediately.

Everything slowly returned to calm.

Meng Xiaoben looked inside his whole body with his consciousness, and found a brand new self: all internal organs are different from before!

"Okay, open your eyes."

Gai Dao said softly.

Meng Xiaoben slowly opened his eyes.

Beggar Dao stood in front of him, holding a bronze mirror in his hand: "Boy, look at what kind of bird you are!"

Meng Xiaoben glanced at the mirror.

The effect of the bronze mirror is very bad, and it is difficult to see clearly.

Meng Xiaoben scolded: "What broken mirror, take it away."

As he spoke, he pushed the bronze mirror aside with his hand, and took out his cell phone.

"You... what kind of object is this? An artifact?" Beggar Dao saw the mobile phone with surprise in his eyes. It was the first time he saw this thing, and he couldn't bear to be extremely interested.

"This is a mobile phone! It's not an artifact. You ancient people didn't have it. This is a product of our modern people."

Meng Xiaoben spoke very arrogantly, pressed the phone and turned on the camera.

Facing himself, he saw the image inside.

too frightening.

Meng Xiaoben is gone.

In front of him was a living King Yanqing.

Meng Xiaoben was mentally prepared in advance.

But the changes in front of him still made his hands tremble: it was too difficult to accept this image.

Lost self, lost own image!

Then, am I, Meng Xiaoben, still Meng Xiaoben?
Looking at the fake king on the phone, Meng Xiaoben wanted to reach out and slap "him": Who is the mud horse, who came to pretend to be me, Meng Xiaoben?

"No, no, I did it. Hurry up, take me back!" Meng Xiaoben hurriedly turned off his phone, not wanting to see "King Yanqing" at all.

Beggar Dao is still attracted by the mobile phone, looking greedily at the "artifact" in Meng Xiaoben's hand, and smacking his lips: "Your artifact, can you lend me to play with?"

Meng Xiaoben said angrily: "What a fart! You are an ancient person, this mobile phone is a modern technology, you can't play it. You should hurry up and turn me into my original appearance! I can't stand it for a minute."

Beggar Dao hurriedly persuaded: "Xiao Ben, if you don't want to look at King Yanqing, don't look in the mirror. Just bear with it, this is a good time for you to recover from your collapse. After passing this village, This shop is gone. Don’t you want to recover your skills?”

Meng Xiaoben's heart was touched by Beggar Dao's persuasion: "Then... how long will it be!? I want it as soon as possible. Playing the king is really uncomfortable."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you will soon enter the role of the king. At that time, I'm afraid you won't want to leave, and even if you want to change back to Meng Xiaoben, you won't even want to."

"Totally impossible."

"Impossible? In King Yanqing's palace, there are tens of thousands of beauties, and they are all owned by the king alone. Just think...you don't need to think about it, your heart will be overwhelmed!"

I go!

Could it be that I became a king in order to benefit from the king's thousands of beauties in the harem?

"Is Meng Xiaoben so...? I am a decent person, how can I do that kind of thing of stealing other people's wives and daughters? The sages said, do not do anything wrong." Although Meng Xiaoben's heart jumped into a ball of porridge, he was so excited I am about to faint, but I still have to hold my face in my mouth.

Beggar Dao used telepathy to clarify what Meng Xiaoben was thinking, but he didn't point it out.

(End of this chapter)