The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"Master's Wife, is this the deer platform you built for Master? Tsk tsk, it doesn't look high at all!" Standing on the high platform, with the entire Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom at a glance, Ouyang looked at Xi Zhou with curiosity, smacked his lips and said.

"If you can't speak, I'll cut off your tongue for you!" Chang Suzhen said with a shake of the wine glass in her hand, and gave Ouyang a hard look.

Ouyang shrank his neck, raised his glass and drank it on his own, watching the distant scenery, humming a little song leisurely.

"Are you going to take her back to Qing Yunzong?" Chang Suzhen asked, looking at Ouyang, who was half lying there, looking dissolute.

"Where else can I go if I don't go back to the sect? Tutu is so small, I don't feel relieved to put it outside!" Ouyang said naturally.

"Leave me here!"

Ouyang paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Chang Suzhen who was expressionless, and said with a sneer: "Master, why don't you treat her like a fart?"

"Why? Don't you believe me? Do you think I'm not as good as those human monks above Qing Yunzong teaching her?" Chang Suzhen glanced at Ouyang and asked back.

Ouyang organized his language and said cautiously: "That's not the case, but you have so many things to do every day, I'm afraid you don't have much time to educate her! After all, Tutu's way of rhythm is taught by the master of Penglai Xianshan---"

"Keep her! How can that wandering hooves from Penglai Fairy Mountain be better taught by me? No one in this world knows the cultivation of monsters better than me!" When Chang Suzhen heard Ouyang talking about Penglai Fairy Mountain, her eyebrows stood up and she clapped her eyes. The wine table shouted angrily.

Well, this mistress really knows the existence of another mistress!

Ouyang rolled his eyes and could only raise the wine glass in his hand to express his agreement.

Compared to Mu Yunge, who only has the sixth level of tribulation, Chang Suzhen, who has passed the ninth level of tribulation, can still teach Tu Tu.

A great monk like this can know the way a low-level monk is going by just looking at it.

So it doesn’t matter who you put it with. I still have a lot of things to do, so it’s not convenient to bring Tutu with me.

Chang Suzhen looked at Ouyang, who looked like he was in a bad mood, but a trace of sadness flashed between his eyebrows. Ouyang looked out of place and was laughing and joking all day long.

But Chang Suzhen, who knew Ouyang's physical condition, knew very well that under Ouyang's laughing appearance, there was an extremely patient and tenacious heart hidden.

She kept Hututu by her side so that Ouyang would not sacrifice herself because of Hututu again.

He has done enough.

As a senior brother, Ouyang is indeed qualified!

It is a cruel thing to let a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old play against an old monster who has lived for tens of millions of years.

Thinking of this, Chang Suzhen couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at the green shirt.

Only then did she remember that Ouyang in front of her was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

But even Chang Suzhen, who has lived for countless years, was shocked by what he was going to do.

Hu Yun bet all on a group of teenagers, but the teenager in front of him put all the pressure on his shoulders...

"Don't worry, within a hundred years, I'll give you back a tribulation-era empress!" Chang Suzhen promised Ouyang seriously.

Ouyang raised his wine glass and took a sip of wine. Looking at the distance, he shook his head and said softly: "Empress, Du Jie, in fact, I don't have too much expectation for Tu Tu, as long as she can be happy Just grow up happy, this is not only my hope, but also the hope of the old man!"

After saying these words, Ouyang's will was a little depressed, and when he looked at this magnificent city of ten thousand monsters, his eyes were a little dim.

TuTu's future destiny will be the future Empress of Ten Thousand Demons, but is this really what TuTu wants?

Obviously what Hu Yun gave her was to live happily, and she thought so too.

To become the so-called empress and take over the burden of the entire demon clan would run counter to the expectations of myself and the old man.

After going to that pure white space, when I pressed my hand on the tombstone in that space.

His biggest idea is not how to break the situation, but to drag the old man out of his mind, and then give two big competitions.

Hu Yun has been planning for so long, and it can be said that everything is missing, and the ending can be considered satisfactory. However, this method of using the people closest to him as pawns and his own life as a bet is something that Ouyang cannot agree with even now.

If, by any chance, something goes wrong and Tu Tu disappears, how should Ouyang deal with Tu Yun, the nominal master's wife?

Ouyang didn't want to think about it, or even dared to think about it.

Although Hu Yun couldn't agree with what he did, Ouyang found it sad that he seemed to be following the old path of his master.

From the day when the foundation was established, he took over the baton from Hu Yun's hand and became another Hu Yun himself.

This world seems to need constant sacrifices in order to be saved, so there is no need for this world to exist.

That's what I said, but when things happened to me, even Ouyang, who thought he was sober in the world, still made the same choice as Hu Yun.

The chessboard of heaven and earth, immortals, monks, living beings, the dead, all things, and even demons from outside the territory are all on this chessboard, which is indeed a bit small.

Speaking of it, I still blame that damned fellow, the damned old man made me live so tired!

Ouyang took a big gulp of wine, thinking about when he would be able to pull that old boy Hu Yun out of his mind, and then beat him up violently.

Let go of the hatred in your heart!

If you drink too much, you will get drunk, not to mention that his drinking capacity is not very good. When the light disappeared and the lights in the city were brightly lit, Ouyang was already drunk and lost his mind.

But behind him are his elders, and it doesn't matter if he does such things as dissolute things today.

Tsing Yi flipped over, dancing on the deer platform like a drunkard, singing loudly under the stars all over the sky.

Behind her, Chang Suzhen rested her chin with one hand, looked at Ouyang, who was crazy about drinking, but thought of another person in her mind.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone has their own worries.

Chang Suzhen looked at Ouyang who was lying down suddenly, couldn't help but chuckled, raised her wine glass to Ouyang, and respected him from a distance.

For those who are at the forefront, no matter who they are, they will respect them.

Ouyang lifted his robe and lay down on the deer platform with big characters, looking at the sky full of stars.

The sea of ​​stars is vast, and the Milky Way is like a belt.

This kind of dreamy starry sky is something that I have never seen in my previous life.

In the eyes of Ouyang, who was already drunk and had some brain problems, the stars in the sky began to move slowly.

Familiar faces slowly passed before his eyes, and Ouyang muttered drunkenly: "Three thousand miles of dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, are all people who want to do great things, boy Let’s go ahead!”