I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body

Ox is a heterogeneous species, with a huge body like a hill, blue body, red eyes, fire on its four hoofs, walking in the air, dragging an ox cart to run across the plain.

However, this frame looks rather crude compared to its owner status.

However, Mr. Cheng and the old handsome saw the ox cart and saluted immediately.

"My court, see Your Majesty."

The four-hoof flaming green cow stopped.

The ox cart is shrouded in shroud, and there are many people in it.

There was a rattling sound in the car.

It's like someone is smashing pine nuts.

With the sound of "click, click," someone said, "No courtesy."

"Your Majesty," Mr. Cheng and the old man shouted in unison.

The former moved his aching joint, while the latter took a step forward and fell to the ox cart in front of him in a more solemn worship: "Old guilty."

There was a sound in the car, which seemed a bit vague, as if chewing something in his mouth.

"There are also merits and merits, and merits and merits are not offset. Go back and collect the penalty yourself."

The old man heard the words and respectfully said, "Thank you Lord Ron."

Yan stopped, stood with his hands together, and watched the ox cart start again, heading for West Qin.

And the old man himself did not return to the border to re-command the team, but honestly, he returned to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Imperial City.

Mr. Cheng was holding an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, followed by the ox cart, and said, "Into the West Qin without any instructions, and to be an enemy of Tianhe, this will naturally be punished, but Marshal Hu is really dedicated to the public People who do n’t have selfish desires, but who just want to open up territory for my big week, do n’t want to embarrass you, he is ready to take responsibility. ”

"Don't rush to plead for him. I can trust Lao Hu's person." A quack in the ox cart, as if cracking a nutshell.

Mr. Cheng was slightly relieved.

Cut first and then play this, of course, can not be easily opened.

The so-called "will have nothing to do with the rule of foreigners", it must be divided into specific circumstances.

Dong Zhou's internal punishment for the old coach is inevitable, and the right is to alert others to his family.

But for people outside Dongzhou, the ox cart obviously didn't plan to bother.

The conflict between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty has never been less, and the tension in the relationship is not inferior to that of the ancient theology and the Southern Chu Dynasty.

At present, the vast territory of the Western Qin Dynasty is merged into its own house. As far as East Zhou is concerned, it is naturally a keen grasp of opportunity to expand the territory.

Mr Cheng asked for instructions: "Nashin went to the Western Army ..."

The sound of "clicking and clicking" in the ox cart was endless, and people in the car kept talking: "It's good until now."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng understood.

He returned to the mountain at the border of Zhou Qin alone.

Dong Zhouzhong, who was still waiting here quietly, heard the will and was relieved.

As a result of the old handsome Hu, everyone, including the old handsome himself, was mentally prepared.

The only suspense is how to dispose of the site that has already been occupied after his Majesty's exit.

The Tianhe line has been passed down these days, and people are often running back and forth in these days, trying to eliminate the smoke from Zhou and Qin.

Right now His Majesty's will is lowered, and the attack on Xi Qin will come to an end.

But the territories laid down by his own ability cannot be returned.

The next step is to sort out the digestion. As far as Dong Zhou is concerned, this trip has made huge profits.

After Mr. Cheng arranged everything, he set off to chase the ox cart again.

Oxcart, heading all the way to Zhengyang City.

By default, the results of the Eastern Zhou generals are due to the consideration of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

But Zhengyang City also had to help make a siege and help the old sword fairy.

"Win them, you must have seen Yun Lao at the moment?" After catching up with the ox cart, Mr. Cheng sat on the front of the car with his buttocks and acted as a driver.

On the way all the way, before reaching the boundary of the Western Qin Dynasty, the elder Tianhe had already heard the news and asked to see the queen who was out of customs, but all were blocked by Mr. Cheng.

The other party left helplessly, presumably will explain the situation to the old sword fairy.

There was a "hmm" in the car's nose.

Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that Yun Lao's ambition will not be provoked by others, but we must do some face-saving efforts."

With a click, the people in the car tossed an almond and fell into their mouths: "Except for Yun Lao and a few people, the people in Tianhe are getting more and more sloppy, too lazy to listen to their crap."

Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly.

As long as they are people, they may have their own thoughts.

On the whole, people in Tianhe are mostly decent.

But also stubborn.

For more than a hundred years, Tianhe has helped to protect Dongzhou.

Lao Jianxian himself was only out of caring for his deceased person, and the people in Tianhe did not consider themselves to be saviors.

However, some people in Tianhe have more or less formed the consciousness of a supervisor, and they overlook the actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and often have a corrective meaning.

"Your Majesty, although many suggestions from Tianhe people are unrealistic, anyway, anyway, it's another kind of voice, and it's clear when you listen." Mr Cheng advised.

"Don't," the man in the car said without thinking.

"Dang Mingjun is too tired. Being a faint king is more suitable for me."

Mr. Cheng almost has the urge to roll his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too humble, and you are still far away from you.

Of course, if you can be more diligent, it is even better. "

"Eating, drinking, and fun are more suitable for me." The Queen slowly opened a pine nut and savored the taste of pine nuts.

Mr. Cheng's eyes rolled out finally: "IMHO, Your Majesty has moved the Treasury three times to fill the Treasury for food and drink, and it really looks unfathomable by Junjun's standards."

Before I finished speaking, I was hit by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car on the back of my head.

Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, you're fine, but sometimes it's too childish."

The middle-aged driver looked at the huge green bull in front of him with a depressed face.

Because I hate the concept of green cows, I gave up the dragon owls in ox carts when I was young, and instead of riding dragons, I changed to riding cows. This kind of aggressive behavior of a child can also be achieved by his own majesty.

This habit hasn't changed even after he ascended the throne as the emperor and sat up with Qingniu Guanguan.

As a result, she acted as her guardian at the moment, and she could only catch the ox cart ...

If we must say that there has been any progress, it is the green bull used to drive the car, which has continuously upgraded from the ordinary species to the exotic species.

"It's a good baby." The man in the car clicked and clicked again.

Mr. Cheng was helpless again.

He wanted to say something, and suddenly closed his mouth, his face became calm again, turning his head to look into the distance.

"Your Majesty, it's like Qingniu Guan and Nan Chu." Mr. Cheng said.

"It's not like it, it's just." The man in the car said casually, "Move faster, we have to go to Zhengyang City."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng jumped out of the ox cart with an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, and flew away in the storm.

Ahead of the battle between the mountains and rivers of the Western Qin Dynasty.

The sky is full of purple air, and the huge Taiji figure formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky.

In the other half of the sky, there is a raging fire of pure gold, and Jin Cancan is invisible.

There are golden dragons and shadows, with ups and downs in them.

The Ziqi side is an old Taoist.

In the battle of the Western Qin Dynasty, the master of Qing Niu Guan never appeared.

On the other hand, in the sea of ​​golden light, an old man with hair and hair that seemed to turn into gold, dressed in royal and luxurious costumes, was very imposing.

As the king of Yuyang, two generations older than the emperor of Chu today, he is also one of the top masters in Nanchu. He usually spends most of his time in the field. .

Both sides exhibited the Tai Qing Jing and the glorious spectrum, and they turned upside down on the ground of the Western Qin Dynasty, but they all wanted to occupy this territory.

They are the center of the battlefield, and no one dares to approach.

On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more Qing Niu Guan Zhen Zhuan and Nan Chu masters, and they are fighting.

However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down.

While alerting the enemy on the opposite side, everyone was alert to the distance.

Overcast clouds suddenly filled the sky and kept moving towards them.

As the clouds approached, a drizzle of rain fell, scrubbing the world.

The flames of gold light and the fire is low.

Vast purple gas, dissipated and retreated.

The sky and the earth are completely covered by rain.

A figure with a paper umbrella under his armpit appeared between the old Taoist priest and King Yuyang of Nanchu.

The pressure of the two sides to move all fell on him, but quickly disappeared.

Mr. Cheng stooped and pinched his aching joint.

"The two old men are strong and strong, and Cheng can't bear the rusty arms and legs."

That being said, the middle-aged man looks relaxed.

In contrast, it was his two opponents, both with dignified expressions.

"Yu Shi, Uncle Cheng ..." The two men spoke in unison, their faces seemed more gloomy than the rain clouds in the sky.

Cheng Shuzhi smiled kindly: "The Majesty of this dynasty came out of the customs, in order to calm down the scourge of soldiers and soldiers here, please let them stop.

The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Her Majesty, has you been here? I wonder if you can see the poor?"

Uncle Cheng shook his head: "Please also forgive me, the Majesty, and Your Majesty are not seeing guests at the moment, so I have been asked to come and meet the two, please withdraw from the West Qin."

The old priest looked at Cheng Shuzhi: "Did you also spit out the occupied western Qin Dynasty in Dongzhou?"

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Nan Chu Yuyang sneered, "You have a thick skin in the east."

Cheng Shuzhi moved his sore neck: "Don't dare to be, but if the two don't retreat, you have to have a thick skin."

During the talk, all the Southern Chu martial arts soldiers and the Qingniu martial arts observers felt that the rain falling from the sky had suddenly changed.

Every drop of rain seems to become a sharp blade that penetrates the world!

When a drop of rain falls, they pierce their body directly.

The rain did not increase.

But the drizzle continued, and the whole world seemed to be sieved into a sieve, which was not enough to describe its desolation.

Most of the people at the scene instantly fell down piece by piece as if the seedlings were blown down by the storm.