The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1248

   "He also said that one day he saw a mess in the lotus pond, and guessed that my hair was plucked at that time."

  "When I go outside the temple and ask, someone will see. I have to strip the hair off his head!" The chubby milk doll gritted his teeth.

   "Emperor, you have to be the master for me." The little doll is holding the robes of the emperor, the emperor...

  It took a long time to squeeze out a good word.

  Dijun worriedly took her to the Creation Hall.

  I met many gods along the way, and they all saluted the emperor.

  On the outside, the emperor is still that arrogant and cold law enforcement god, and the gods are afraid of him.

  "Emperor, the little **** recently got a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum..." The star hesitated for a moment, then continued.

  Ziwei Emperor's face was cold: "What? All bribes to my head? My Lord's Zhu Xiantai is not enough for you to drink a pot?" Ziwei Emperor immediately changed his face.

  That Xingjun was so scared that he retreated three steps in a row.

   "No, no, Dijun. It's... it's your little fairy boy who came to borrow it. Yes, I borrowed it." Xingjun carefully looked at the nanny behind him.

  Ziwei Emperor's face turned black.

  Is this to collect debts? ? ?

  He is the most majestic god, the most majestic god, has been called for debts?

   That Xingjun lowered his head and did not dare to look at him, and went to the law enforcement **** to collect debts, really two trembled.

  After finishing speaking, Mr. Xing also handed over an IOU.

  Very good, the signature is Emperor Ziwei.

  Ziwei Emperor glanced at him, pinching the corner of his clothes and hiding behind the nanny, waved his hand: "Go to the Ziwei Temple to get it."

  The star king nodded and bowed in thanks, and ran away in a hurry.

  Dijun Ziwei didn’t catch his breath yet, the divine monarch who was peeking around suddenly found the IOU from his pocket.

  "Emperor, Emperor, please have one more here."

   "Excuse me, the emperor, here are two."

  "Emperor Monarch and Little God..."

   "Emperor is really a good person who will pay back the money he owes, and he deserves to be a law enforcement god." Everyone was flattering.

  In an instant, Emperor Ziwei was surrounded by a group of gods, and the surrounding head was invisible. The three floors inside and outside were crowded with people.

  Three-year-old Lu Youyou crawled out from under the feet of the gods, patting her heart.

  The raised chubby, dressed in white, crawled out with his hips twisted.

   "I don't know if you can forgive me if you are running now." The milk doll had a small face, Zou Baba, and glanced at the surrounded emperor who couldn't see anyone.

   "Forget it, I haven't seen my brother for a long time. Go down and take refuge in my brother." The little girl stepped on the magic weapon stolen from Ziwei Emperor and went all the way to the bottom of the world.

  Before leaving, I also took a trip to the Creation Hall.

   Pulling the past gods outside the creation temple: "God, do you know who tore this pond lotus? If you have news, you can connect to the temple of Ziwei. If you send the news, you will receive a heavenly magic weapon."

  The gods’ eyes all lit up.

  The little milk baby asked along the way, not long before most of the gods in the gods knew about it.

   "Uncle grandfather, do you know?" The little nurse pulled the sleeve of the God of Wealth.

  The God of Wealth touched his chin and sneered. Ouch, Emperor Ziwei, you always have today.

  Lu Youyou is named Lu Xunxian in the God Realm, and very few people know that she is Yoyo.

  After all, Emperor Ziwei’s love robbery is called Lu Youyou, and the Nine Heavens knows it.

  The God of Wealth immediately said: "Xiao Yo Yo, Grandpa Uncle tells you. That person, with harsh methods and inhumane. I heard that the person who originally wanted to get rid of all the lotus flowers was stopped by the Lord, so he stopped."

   "You, let's ask when we grow up."

  After speaking, he entered the Temple of Creation.

   Harm, Emperor Ziwei, you can feel better.

  (End of this chapter)