The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 782
Chapter 782 Yun’s confrontation,
“Where is Ah Zhao?”
Siyu’s torn eyes were almost bleeding.
If he hadn’t wanted to hear about Song Zhao, he would have killed Tantaimo before he could react.
Tantaimo licked his lower lip and laughed, “The queen regent’s wife is gone, what does it have to do with me?”
“This king is not patient enough.”
Siyu’s body was full of unconcealed killing intent, like a huge wave rushing over the reef, with a turbulent engulfing the world.
His phalanx was whitish, and the blue veins on his temples were jumping, “If Ah Zhao loses half of his hair, this king will be overthrown, and you will be slaughtered in South Vietnam!”
Tantaimo tilted his head.
He pursed his lips in fear and raised his legs to fight back.
The two men fought fiercely in the room.
You punch me and kick me.
Each other is deadly, swords and swords.
It took a while to separate, both of them were injured on the face and body, and they fought evenly.
Tantaimo turned around and rang the bell,
Soon another group of South Vietnamese sergeants came in and surrounded Si Yu.
Tantaimo tidied up his messy clothes, rubbed his **** forehead, half-smiling, “The regent has attacked me, undermining the peace between the two countries, and intending to start a war. Is this charge enough for thousands of people?”
Siyu narrowed his eyes.
He moved his wrist and was about to start a killing spree.
The sergeant surrounding him suddenly fell to the ground strangely.
Siyu, “?”
what’s the situation?
Tantaimo, “?”
He glanced at Si Yu and took two steps back vigilantly.
At this time, the wind passed through the corridor outside the door.
Immediately, a middle-aged man dressed in white with immortal energy walked in.
Siyu looked at the man suspiciously.
The hand was holding a whisk, and he was all white, making the black hair that was casually scatter particularly clear.
The moment Tantaimo saw the person coming, his pupils trembled as if there was an earthquake, he stepped forward and asked in great surprise, “Are you, the head of Penglai?”
The head of Penglai is the first person in metaphysics. He was born with the eyes of the sky. He is familiar with astronomy and geography, and he knows the past and predicts the future.
is known as the originator of Xuanzhong.
He has traveled all over the world, helping to rescue countless people who are in trouble.
is the **** that people in metaphysics look up to, and it is also recognized by the world as a living immortal.
Decades ago, Penglai disappeared mysteriously, and everyone in the world guessed that he had attained Taoism and became an immortal.
Xuanmen built a portrait for Penglai, and the kings of various dynasties donated silver for him every year, and the appearance of Penglai has been engraved in his eyes.
Special Master Huiling is self-proclaimed as the disciple of the head of Penglai, and Tantaimo is even more impressed by Penglai.
Elder Xuan, who is not enough to be described by virtue and prestige, actually appeared in front of him?
Penglai ignored Tantaimo, he just looked at Siyu gently, like an acquaintance, “Little friend Si, we meet again.”
Siyu was surprised that someone from Penglai’s realm would know him, but at the moment he was full of anxiety, and he asked without the slightest respect, “When did this king and the head of Penglai meet?”
Penglai looked for an armchair and sat down, and laughed loudly, “Young people have a bad memory. It seems that you forgot. At the head of Huangquan Road, the gate of hell, you and I made a deal.”
Siyu’s nerves collapsed, “What, what deal?”
Penglai smiled and said slowly, “A hundred years ago, at the price of never being reincarnated, you gave my scoundrel your soul that was supposed to be the Emperor Ziwei Xing, and it was only then that she forged the rebirth that she had to persevere in exchange for a hundred years.”
(end of this chapter)