Sikong Zhen once again summoned the senior officials of Yu Heng to discuss matters secretly.
Last night, the streets of Chang'an showed its might.
Everyone's worship of Sikong Zhen has reached its peak.
Unprecedented fanaticism.
But even in such a serious meeting, there will always be two people who seem out of place.
"I'll go! Brother Dragon King, I'm a little panicked in this atmosphere!"
"Stop it! We are also high-level leaders now! high-level leaders!"
"Didn't you say we're undercover?"
"Wo Nima! Polo, can you stop talking nonsense?"
“…”
The Storm Dragon King rolled his eyes at Mark Polo.
If this brother hadn't been to protect him, I would have died many times.
Every time I have to talk about undercover things in a meeting!
Say a dad!
What occasion is this?
Do you have to wander back and forth between life and death?
"Hey! I still miss Xiao Ming! Without him, my life has lost its color!"
"Damn it! Go to die!"
“…”
After a moment.
Sikong Zhen finally arrived late, his face slightly solemn.
Everything went well recently, and I should have been happy.
But he felt a vague feeling of uneasiness, but he couldn't find the source.
No clue.
"The Nationals Evening will be officially opened in half a month. How are you doing recently? It's time to report on it!"
"Report to the Lord, the four mechanism magic arrays have been set up!"
"Well! Where is the arena?"
Sikong Zhen wants to revive the former ace troops, the Storm Army, and activate the giant mechanical puppet.
The power of the mechanism required is very huge.
The mechanical power of Chang'an City is somewhat insufficient.
In this case.
He then came up with the idea of organizing the martial arts exercises of all nations, building a special giant arena, absorbing the martial arts power of warriors and the magicians' magic power, gathering them together and transforming them into the power of mechanisms!
"Sir, it will take some time for the construction of the arena. I believe it can be completed before the martial arts of the All Nations will be performed!"
"Yeah! Get it faster!"
“…”
Sikong Zhen is still very relieved about his subordinates' efficiency.
But no matter how safe it is, you still have to be cautious.
Sikong Zhen pondered for a while and spoke slowly again
"Die Renjie asked me for help, and wanted to draw a group of troops to maintain the public order in Chang'an City. Do you think I want to agree to him?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately began to discuss.
You know, Di Renjie has been unable to get along with Yu Hengsi recently.
He also sent someone to secretly monitor Wanhualou.
At this time, I said that I was short of manpower, could it be that I was not holding it back?
"Sir Sikong, why not take this opportunity to take over Dali Temple?"
"The Dali Temple Association is not in sufficient staff. Do I think their spies are still very diligent?"
"That's right! Di Renjie must have noticed something. Recently, he has always sent spies to sneak into the Wanhua Building. Anyway, the empress is dead, so Lord Sikong might as well kill the roots!"
“…”
After hearing everyone's opinions, Sikong Zhen crossed his hands and began to think.
Cut the roots?
It's a bit difficult!
Not to mention that Di Renjie is his long-term friend.
For his many years, he has been in charge of Dali Temple and has managed the judicial management of the Tang Dynasty in an orderly manner. Such contributions and such hard work...
Although this friend may have doubted something, he has investigated himself again and made the right thing.
But Sikong Zhen didn't want to take action against him.
"Sir! You've killed the Empress, are you still missing Di Renjie?"
"Yes! Kill Di Renjie, you will really be the only one who can tell me. By then..."
“…”
"Shut up! Don't mention this matter again! There is one of you, one, who can sit in Dali Temple? Do you have to create a puppet?"
Seeing Sikong vibrated, everyone stopped their voices.
But I feel a little disagreeable inside.
Even the empress can create puppets.
Then Di Renjie can do it too.
If you take the entire country into your own hands, you will not be able to control it at will.
In the future, you will have the opportunity to ascend the throne, so let us be the ministers of the dragon.
Wouldn't that be...
"Bang!"
Sikong Zhen slapped the table hard and interrupted everyone's fantasy!
"The grand event of the nations is coming soon, and more and more countries are coming to attend the conference. Beihuang, Xuanyong, Japan, thirds of the land, the river basin, and even the Western Sunset Sea, three countries have sent envoys, relying on Dali alone
The temple maintains public order, and it is inevitable that there will be insufficient staff."
"Master Sikong, don't fall into the trap of Di Renjie!"
"Yes! Yes! Di Renjie is so bad!"
"It is said that he has a big ear under his command. Maybe he can know clearly what we say at this moment. Such a person is still there..."
"I have decided! I will draw some experts to maintain public order, and this matter will be handed over to Storm Dragon and the stranger!"
ha?
us?
Storm Dragon King and Marco Polo stared at each other.
I originally wanted to be a little transparent, but I didn't expect that I came to the forefront again without realizing it.
We just want to lie flat.
Stay alive and live a life honestly.
Ah... wait, maintain public order, wouldn't that be able to show off again?
The two seemed to have thought of something at the same time.
My face became excited and I was a little eager to try.
"Don't worry, Lord Sikong, please ensure that you complete the task!"
"Okay! The meeting ends!"
“……”
at the same time.
Breakfast time is entered here at Peony Garden.
There were a lot of people having dinner today, and the whole table was full of stuff, which seemed particularly crowded.
"Stinky monkey! Let's introduce these two people. If you don't leave the door and don't step into the door, you will only be able to get out of one night. Isn't it where you changed it from?"
Bai Jingjing looked sarcastic, her tone was full of anger and jealousy.
It's too much.
I can't even live in the room at home.
The dining table is crowded like this, you slutty monkey still don’t know how to restrain yourself.
Isn’t I treat you so well on weekdays?
The other women had no good expressions about the new faces of Zhong Wuyan and Sun Shangxiang.
Just a look like a knife, brush, brush, brush...
"Jingjing, be obedient, eat first, after dinner, we go back to the house and say!"
"Hmph! It's like this every time..."
“….”
Watching Sun Shangxiang and Zhong Wuyan.
The two were confused at this moment.
One, two, three...
I am so he can't count it!
The man you like still has a master.
The key is that there are so many people who seem to be more beautiful than themselves.
This is damn.
My mentality is broken.
The two looked at each other.
Recalling the quarrel in the small vault just now.
It turns out that the clown is himself.
How can I fight for this? It's a bit difficult!
"You can leave after dinner. You have seen it too. I have so many wives. Even if you are kind to me, I am a little powerless towards you. Forget this monkey!"
"Ah! This..."
"Bang!"
"Hey! The King of Demons is amazing! I touched it and pinched it. Why, don't you admit it? Then go out and beat me to death!"
Zhong Wuyan suddenly stood up and pressed the hammer hard to the ground, completely returning to the rough and masturbating tomboy.
[Author’s off-topic]: Thank you brothers for your support!