Chapter 297 Godfather!

Today, this sect master saw several articles about his deeds.

They were so exaggerated that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Even with this thick skin, this sect master couldn't stand it.

This sect master never read this stuff before, thinking that these people just say some useless nonsense.

It's meaningless to write hundreds or thousands of words.

After reading it today, this sect master can only say...

If you can talk, say more!

——Taken from the 5193rd article of "My Diary" by Zhang Moshen, the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth

"Come on, and this sect master will show you another trick!"

Zhang Mo slapped the table and said.

"Okay, okay!"

Your Majesty began to untie his belt. Hurry up, the saint stopped His Majesty and said: "Your Majesty, not that, not that."

Other demon cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect have already started to say all kinds of shit.

Is he going to shit in public?

"As for that, I want to see it!"

I don't care about anything else, the fat man's energy has come up.

Don't ask, if you ask, it's the top!

With a snap, the belt was placed on the table.

This time, Zhang Mo didn't even look at it, and directly stuffed it into the ring. No need to look too much, it must be full of spiritual energy.

Oh, there are so many treasures in the court.

If there is a chance, I really have to go and rob it... No, it's a trip.

"Zhang Zongzhu! Have you had enough of making trouble? You tease His Majesty like this. Aren't you afraid that if the world knows about it, it will destroy the alliance? Zhang Zongzhu, don't go too far!"

The saint warned sternly.

Zhang Mo said with a bored expression: "It's boring. Okay, my Majesty, I'll show you my skills for the last time. Come on, hair, give me some."

Zhang Mo said and stretched out his hands to the people around him.

"Hurry up, this Zongzhu will show you his skills quickly and it's over."

Zhang Mo urged.

The saint didn't know what Zhang Mo was going to do, but she still hesitated for a while and gave it to him.

The same was true for others, including His Majesty, who had their hair pulled out.

That's what he wanted. Zhang Mo collected the hair of the Saint and others and put it in a small box.

The Saint glared and said, "Wait, you don't need to ask us what we want?"

Zhang Mo would not explain. Anyway, he only kept the hair of His Majesty. Then he took out some iron stones, first used the Dian Cang Ring to store them, and then skillfully made a wishing pot.

His movements were fast, but still shocked the Saint, Yun Shan Gongzi, and many righteous masters present.

"This technique!"

"This aura has the Great Dao in it!"

"Fuck, Zhang the Great Demon, you said you would show us a trick, and you really showed us a trick."

"You are indeed a powerful Tyrant Yuan Realm, otherwise you wouldn't be at this level!"

Zhang Mo didn't know how many people were shocked by his small trick.

He threw a small pot to His Majesty with the mentality of coaxing a child to play, and put His Majesty's hair in it.

"The breath tracking is successful. Make a wish, make a wish. I want to grow bigger, bigger!"

His Majesty took the pot and exclaimed: "It's alive, it's really alive. The dead thing has become alive. My Duke of Wei is so powerful!"

Looking at His Majesty's surprised face, jumping up and down.

Zhang Mo is sure that this is really a child. Judging from his intelligence, he is only about seven or eight years old.

How did he eat like this? Feeding pigs?

It's impossible that he can eat more than this master!

The saint was silent for a while, and didn't know what to say. Her eyes changed and looked at Zhang Mo, as if she had other ideas in her mind.

Zhang Mo also waved his hand like coaxing a child: "Okay, take the things to play. Let's go, let's go!"

The action was like chasing away flies, but unfortunately, His Majesty did not intend to let Zhang Mo go.

The next moment, he twisted his fat meat towards Zhang Mo and said: "I want to learn, I want to learn this!"

With one sentence, Zhang Mo was stunned.

What do you want to learn?

Can this thing be learned? Is it a matter of learning or not?

You fat guy is never done, are you!

"Duke Wei, teach me. I'll give you whatever you want!"

The fat guy looked like a child.

Zhang Mo waved his hand impatiently and said, "I can't teach you. You are not my apprentice. What do you want to teach me?"

"I can become your disciple, Master..."

His Majesty the fat guy was about to kneel down.

The eunuchs beside him were so scared that they hurried to stop him. How could the situation get bigger and bigger?

The saint could no longer sit still and stepped forward to stop His Majesty and said, "What master do you want to become your disciple? Your Majesty, go back quickly."

His Majesty the fat guy said with a shy face, "I can become your disciple, so why can't I become your disciple, Duke Wei? I want to become your disciple, I want to learn!"

Zhang Mo was so happy that he cried out. What a mess.

Zhang Mo said loudly, "Forget it, Your Majesty. I don't like people calling me Master either. They call me old."

The Fat Majesty thought for a while after hearing this.

The Saint thought he was finally willing to give up, but the Fat Majesty said loudly, "Then I'll call you my foster father. After all, a master is like a father, it's the same."

Zhang Mo's eyes widened immediately after hearing this.

Awesome!

The Saint was furious when she heard this, and shouted, "Come here, Your Majesty is drunk. Send him back!"

"Yes!"

The Yuan Sect disciples stepped forward immediately. The officials of the court lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Then, they saw the Yuan Sect disciples dragging the Fat Majesty away alive.

The voice of foster father was still coming from outside the door.

Zhang Mo's heart moved slightly.

Wait, this fat man just said that he had worshipped the Sect Master as his master. That must be the Sect Master of Yuan Sect.

That is to say, to some extent, your majesty and the saint are still close brothers and sisters.

If your majesty worships me as his adoptive father, what is the saint to me?

Little niece?

Zhang Mo's face showed a different smile.

The saint gritted her teeth and turned around and said, "Master Zhang, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Your majesty is young, and there are many unqualified words. Don't take it seriously."

Zhang Mo nodded and smiled, "Don't take it seriously, of course not. In fact, I wanted to agree just now. Your majesty's adoptive father is the father of the country. Tsk tsk tsk, it seems much better than the Duke of Wei."

The saint said coldly, "It's just a joke, Master Zhang, don't say these anymore."

"Okay, no more, no more."

Zhang Mo also gave face and stopped talking about this matter.

Picking up a glass of wine, Zhang Mo drank it all in one gulp.

Then Zhang Mo suddenly said: "I didn't quite understand why my country Xia was so plagued by disasters, wars, and the people died. Today, I suddenly understood it."

Beside him, Yang Shuo, Lao Gou and other demon cultivators laughed.

Yang Shuo said: "Master, it seems that we have too little experience!"

Lao Gou also said: "Master, it's really eye-opening, eye-opening!"

Zhang Mo nodded with a smile, and then filled a glass of wine with one hand.

"Come on, Saint, I toast you a glass. You Yuanmen are really powerful, too powerful. You can play the court in your hands and control the world in your hands. I admire you, I admire you!"

Zhang Mo's words were full of sarcasm.

Toasting the Saint a glass of wine, Zhang Mo drank it all with a smile.

The Saint clenched her five fingers into a fist, her joints turned slightly white, and her nails almost sank into the flesh.

Big devil Zhang, you insulted my sect too much!