"is that so?"

Saimier understood: "Then I should stand on their side in this meeting, right?"

"Of course."

The Lord of Miracle is more noble than the gods. They will bring their powerful subordinates to the scene. Even if there is a conflict, they will compete with their subordinates.

“Let’s go!!”

On the Zhuxia Kingdom, A Li ordered everyone. She brought Xing Tian and Chang'e, two epic-level powerful men, and was more than enough to help Bai Luo support the storefront.

"I don't want to help them."

Unlike the Qingquan Kingdom and Zhuxia Kingdom for granted, the attitude of the Eastern Empire made the empress very distressed.

Gongsun Wu was unwilling to stand in Yadon at all, and there was no way to win Muyang.

The Dong Empress has a similar personality to Bai Luo. She is gentle to her previous life outside and to the inside. The little girl at home has a bad temper. As the parents, Ying Muyang doesn't know what to do.

"well."

This is also the reason why Ying Muyang didn't want to bring more people. Everyone did not accept Bai Luo and did not want to be his minister.

However, he didn't know that Ying Muyang still loved his younger brother more after all.

It's okay now, she won't do anything.

But if one day the people of the Eastern Empire began to resist Bai Luo, which became a stumbling block on his younger brother's path and even threatened him, then Ying Muyang would have to make a decision.

For the sake of her younger brother, she could even ignore her own life, let alone the people of Jiuzhou in the Eastern Empire.

The value of your existence is to allow Bai Luo to have a great empire.

If you can't do this, why do you exist?

Ying Muyang would rather think that he had left nothing for the past six thousand years than want his family business to be used as a bargaining chip to hurt Bai Luo.

"I wouldn't even want to die?"

"I don't want to die!"

Gongsun Wu's attitude is exactly the attitude of all people in Jiuzhou, and it is very tough.

"Why?"

Ying Muyang didn't understand it because Gongsun Wu's attitude was obviously tougher than before.

"Do you say it!"

Suddenly, Ying Muxin thought of a possibility: "Is it because of him, Boy Feng?"

Feng Xi's status in the Eastern Empire was comparable to that of the old uncle in Yadon. His influence was too great, and he was the teacher and guide of almost all the people in Jiuzhou.

People in Jiuzhou have all received the favor of this man, and what he said is sometimes more effective than Ying Muyang.

"Your Majesty, the frame is ready."

Looking at the ministers standing around, Ying Muyang shook his head and finally got on the car: ‘This is trouble.’

Feng Xi obviously did not intend to attend this meeting of the kings, and what was he going to do?

Ying Muyang was able to predict what kind of situation the Eastern Empire would be after he came back. As a companion, Feng Xi had no choice but to be an enemy...

'Are you so unfavorable to Xiao Luo?'

The words of the ancient emperor, coupled with Feng Xi's prophecy, look at the future that Miya saw, and Feng Xi may have seen some of them.

With such a doomsday scene, Ying Muyang could imagine how Feng Xi would choose.

"Sister and the others have set out."

In the Principality of Yadon, Bai Luo brought everyone to gather here: "Let's go too."

The old uncle is very familiar with the route to the holy city of Arland. During the meeting of the Ten Thousand Kings, the time and space there are completely open.

——The Holy City Arland———

"Crazy."

In the gorgeous and huge bathhouse, a man was soaking in a hot spring, and behind him, graceful women in tulle were wiping his skin.

They are Nymph Fairy, a kind of elves who specialize in serving gods and a derivative of fairy miracles.

"His Majesty."

The golden door was pushed open, and a tall lady like a Valkyrie knelt on one knee: "Sacred Emperor, please come over."

"Yeah, come right away."

The electoral emperor put on a pure white bathrobe. He tied his clothes tightly, then held one hand under his ear, and jumped gently with his head tilted.

"Do you want to wash it, Minerva?"

"Please be more solemn."

Minerva took a step forward, pulled the white belt of the emperor and walked out the door.

"Hey hey, don't use any force, it's going to be pulled off."

The emperor's election was really helpless. The other party was the goddess of wisdom and the goddess of war under his command. They were all the best in strategy and combat ability.

Of course, it is mainly because the other party is too serious.

No wonder many people in the territory call her "Iron Virgin" privately. With this temper, no one will like her.

"This is the territory of the Holy Emperor. You will be able to get the kings of the same level as you later. Do you want to wear a bathrobe to meet people?"

"What does it matter? Meetings are held frequently anyway, and this time it's not bad."

The emperor is a casual person who can go on stage to receive awards when he is an annual meeting of a large company without formal wear but instead wears slippers.

"Outsiders say that you are a slave. If you do this, isn't it confirming their guess?"

"I was originally a slave!"

"Um?!"

"Forehead..."

Facing Minerva's sharp gaze, the elected emperor curled his lips: "What am I?"

"hero!"

Minerva: "The great hero has achieved miracles and become king!"

"Is this fake?"

"snort!"

Well, if Minerva wants to package him like this, there is no way to choose the emperor.

"Come?"

Soon, Minerva brought the elected emperor to the Holy Emperor, but she did not go out either.

After all, the Holy Emperor is the strongest in the world. As the son of miracle, she was worried that the elector of the emperor would face such a monster alone.

The fat old man didn't care, he just asked Minerva what he wanted to drink.

"Is it OK to boil water?"

After entertaining Minerva, the fat old man looked at the electoral emperor.

"Can you tell me your attitude?"

Fat old man dressed casually, and his feet were flip flops that Minerva hated the most: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"I, you know."

The electoral emperor respected Fat Lao Han very much: "I am a person without ambition, and I have no interest in the country, rights, etc."

"But she has."

The fat old man signaled to Minerva sitting beside him: "They all have them."

"Then I can't do anything about it."

The electoral emperor sat casually on the sofa, crossing his legs and shaking constantly.

This scene almost made Minerva jump up and beat him up.

"What do you want to do when the old man comes to me?"

The Emperor's Choice: "Are you talking to Saros?"

"Yes."

"That's nonsense."

The elector of the emperor shrugged and said, "I saw the man's power with my own eyes and was an enemy of him, but I had no confidence."

"His Majesty!"

Minerva was not convinced of this matter, and she didn't think that the old uncle was really invincible.

However, the electorate of the Emperor still felt this way: "He is a man who can create miracles. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a real miracle. Anyone who competes with him will undoubtedly lose."

Uncle Lao has a very high status in the minds of the Kings of Miracle, especially the Kings of Miracle New World.

Just like when the pirate Sigrian was defeated by Bai Luo, he was not convinced, but when he saw the old uncle, he suddenly felt that he had lost no blame.
Chapter completed!