LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
56.EMPERORS.
Lei Yuting just smiled.
At the same time, in the Imperial City.
In the magnificent office, two people sat side by side.
A man in his forties, wearing a white silk robe.
He had a small hanging mustache that trembled with his smile.
Another man was in his fifties, with grim skin and wearing a dark robe. His pair of large eyes were filled with grievances.
The two acted like strangers, not meeting each other's eyes.
Cough, cough, cough…
With a cough, a trembling body appeared in front of the two.
It was an old man wearing a golden robe embroidered with nine dragons.
“Your Majesty!”
Those people got up and bowed.
The elder waved for them to sit down, the “Coverted Dragon Pavilion and the Valley of Hell were both from the Seven Nobles Houses, imperial pillars. What kind of trouble made you ask for an audience with me? ”
This elder was the Emperor of Tianyu Empire!
“Your Majesty, the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion killed two of our Hell Valley elders last month, breaking the seven-house agreement.
Your Majesty, please punish the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion!” The black-robed man complained.
Since the huge gate of the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion was only a few hundred steps away, Tan Wen Hong chose to walk over.
However, he stopped before passing through it.
In front of the gate was a yellow stretcher with four peak Qi Condensation cultivators as carriers and 16 Bone Tempering cultivators around it.
A plump figure in yellow clothes stood in front of the palanquin.
You can barely see her pin-sized eyes from her protruding cheeks.
At first glance, one would consider it to have bread in place of its head.
Tan Wen Hong shook his head. He had seen many people, but this was the first time he had met such a fat person.
Tan Wen Hong continued his work, glancing at the fatty from time to time.
His appearance was far from attractive, but the cultivation of the 7th Qi Condensation and the large number of guards was nothing to be booed.
If that fatty was from the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion, he would have entered by now.
“Wait!”
Tan Wen Hong's entry was stopped by a sudden shout.
Turning around, he saw the fatty leg sink to the ground with every step towards him.
Tan Wen Hong's cheeks started twitching, “Do you .. need something?”
“He-he-he, are you from the Covert Dragon Pavilion?”
The fat is smiling. It would have been better if he had not done so, because his eyes were now gone for good.
Tan Wen Hong was startled by a puzzling appearance for a moment, “I'm just a guest.”
“Eh, that means you can also log in.” Fat guy showing a warm smile, “Can I ask your brother for help for a small problem?
Please send word to young lady Long Kui. She doesn't come out all day and I have to sleep outside.”
This strange fatty chased after Long Kui.
Tan Wen Hong wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, not when there were so many people around.
To think that the haughty Long Kui knew this person.
Putting aside his status, his weight alone would make him awkward if someone caught them together.
“Alright, I'll tell him soon.”
Tan Wen Hong struggled not to laugh as the fat man cupped his hands in gratitude, “I'll leave it to brother.”
Tan Wen Hong sped up his steps in fear of laughing if he spent another moment with this man. It was not worth offending a large faction for such a reason.
He soon arrives at the meeting room and meets Long Kui, “Nona Kui, long time no see. How are you?”
“Good, until you appear.” Long Kui snorted.
Tan Wen Hong doesn't mind, “Where bro Jiu, I want to talk to him.”