Prehistoric: The opening crit is infinitely multiplied

Chapter 87 In the demon master's hall, beat Kunpeng, Biyou Palace shakes!
"I don't know if His Majesty is coming, but the poor are far away to welcome you, and I hope you will forgive me!"

In an instant, Kunpeng stepped out from the demon master's hall, with a respectful expression on his face, fisted with both hands, and said.

"No problem, fellow Taoist Kunpeng, you are welcome!"

"I have nothing to do, just walk around!"

"What? Fellow Daoist Kunpeng isn't going to invite me in for a sit down?"

"Your Majesty, where is this? Come on, please, please!" Kunpeng said with a forced smile as he got out of the way.

Seeing this, Di Jun didn't hesitate, he raised his foot and walked towards the demon master's hall.

Not far away, Kunpeng looked at Di Jun's back, and muttered in his heart, "It's over, isn't this Di Jun suspicious of Pindao?"

"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, why don't you go?" Di Jun turned around and looked at Kunpeng who was still on the spot, and asked involuntarily.

"What's going on with Kunpeng? Why is he always in a state of absent-mindedness?"

"Could it be...!"

Just as Dijun was secretly speculating, Kunpeng came over and waved his hand, asking, "Your Majesty, what are you thinking?"

"So engrossed?"

"Is there something on your mind?"

"If you have any difficulties, your majesty just ask, as long as the poor can help you, you will definitely not refuse!"

Looking at Kunpeng with calm eyes and no flaws in front of him, Di Jun rubbed his brows and said, "I may be too tired from going to the West this time, so I just need to rest and let Fellow Daoist Kunpeng worry!"

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? If you are sleepy, you can rest here in Pindao!"

"Other pindaos may not be able to help His Majesty, but for such a small matter, Pindao can still share His Majesty's worries!"

If it hadn't been for the chasing and killing of Zhunti and Jieying, Di Jun would have been deceived by Kunpeng's mouth.

Walking into the center of the demon master's hall, Kunpeng cupped his hands towards the first seat and said, "Your Majesty, please!"

After Di Jun sat down, Kunpeng brought out two more cups of tea from nowhere.

"Your Majesty, this is made by soaking a spiritual root tea that Pindao obtained by chance when he was traveling in Beiming!"

"It's perfect for a sleepy person like you!"

"...!"

As Kunpeng's words fell, Di Junrao said with interest: "Huh? Something that can be praised so much by fellow Taoist Kunpeng must not be ordinary!"

"In that case, I will have a taste!"

I saw Di Jun picked up a cup of tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly, and said: "Not bad, not bad, it is really good tea, even if I just smell it like this, there is an indescribable smoothness in my body, even The fatigue all over the body has also been relieved a lot!"

"Being able to receive the following praise from His Majesty is not in vain for the birth of this spiritual root!"

Di Jun glanced at Kunpeng, who was flirting, and muttered inwardly: "This guy, when he encounters a problem, he doesn't give a damn!"

"It's good now, the ability to flatter a horse, I'm afraid the entire demon clan in the Heavenly Court combined is not as good as you!"

However, there must be demons when things happen normally.

As everyone knows, the more Kunpeng looked like this, the more Di Jun began to doubt him.

Right now, Di Jun doesn't want to break through this layer of gauze.

After all, most of the current monster races are brought by Kunpeng from the land of Beiming!

If Kunpeng were to be dealt with now, I am afraid that the monster clan in the land of Beiming would not let it go.

Even though Di Jun had a demon banner in his hand, he was not afraid of their resistance at all.

But sometimes force is not the only solution to a problem.

Convincing people with reason is the kingly way.

And the purpose of Dijun's coming this time is to beat Kunpeng so that he can learn more about it in the future.

Dijun took a sip of the tea, and suddenly felt a clear spring flowing from his throat to his whole body.

Even the sleepiness in the body dissipated in an instant.

Seeing this, a gleam flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and he asked curiously, "Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, this tea is made by steeping He Linggen!"

On weekdays, Di Jun was very tired from being noisy about the trivial matters of the monster race. Now it is rare to have such a unique tea, so Di Jun couldn't help but want to ask Kunpeng for some.

How could Kunpeng not know the meaning of Di Jun's words.

"If your majesty likes it, there are still some stocks in Pindao, and you can let your majesty take it away!"

Seeing that Kunpeng is so sensible, Di Jun said embarrassedly: "How embarrassing, this is the opportunity of fellow Taoist Kunpeng...!"

Before Di Jun finished speaking, Kunpeng hurriedly said, "What's the matter, it's rare that this tea can relieve His Majesty's fatigue, and it can be considered to have exerted its effect!"

"Besides, His Majesty works day and night, and the poor can't help...!"

As Kunpeng's words fell, Di Jun pretended to be reluctant and said: "In this case, I will not be polite to you!"

"Where, where, Pindao, as a demon master of the demon tribe, how can he not consider for His Majesty!"

After saying that, Kunpeng waved his sleeve robe, and hundreds of leaves of tea were revealed in front of Dijun.

see this scene.

Di Jun was not polite either, it was rare that something could be found out of Kunpeng, how could Di Jun miss it.

Di Jun put the tea in front of him into his body, yawned and said, "Fellow Kunpeng, it's getting late, I won't bother you to clean up!"

Seeing the back of Di Jun leaving, Kunpeng hurriedly bowed his waist, clasped his fists with both hands and said, "Send off Your Majesty!"

Who would have thought that it would be fine if Kunpeng didn't speak, but when he spoke, Di Jun immediately stopped at the gate of the Demon Master's Hall.

Kunpeng looked at Di Jun's stopped figure, and couldn't help muttering in panic, "What's going on? There's nothing wrong with Di Jun, right?"

at this time.

Di Jun, who turned his back on Kunpeng, said in a deep tone: "Fellow Kunpeng, I know that in your heart, you are still unwilling to accept what happened back then!"

"However, if the time can be restarted, I will still do that, not for other reasons, just so that the monster clan will not be slaughtered by the witch clan!"

"Also, remember, what I said back then, as long as you are obedient, I can return your primordial spirit in an instant; but if you are disobedient, don't blame Pindao for turning against you!"

"Especially in the Great Desolate Continent now, the Lich War is about to break out!"

"If you still think about other things in your heart, imagine the consequences yourself!"

"That's all I said today, think about it carefully!"

After the words fell, Di Jun lifted his feet and walked away from the Demon Master Hall.

Only Kunpeng stood there in a daze, and after a long time, he came back to his senses and murmured: "Di Jun, don't you know that I leaked secrets to Zhun Ti?"

Thinking of this, Zhunti cursed angrily: "Zhunti, you old bald donkey, dare to betray the poor, let the poor wait!"

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at the same time.

Jinao Island in the East China Sea.

Originally, today was the day when the leader of Tongtian Church opened the door to preach, but who would have thought that when tens of thousands of monks came to listen to the sermon.

A loud noise resounded from inside Biyou Palace in vain.

Rumble!
(End of this chapter)