Chapter 839 Or else, you practice the old nine, right?

  Cthulhu is so crazy again.

  He was not awakened from the first to sixth lives.

  In the seventh life, this life has almost exhausted all his aura, it was when he was weakest.

  At that time, he had to wake up, and he had already awakened Old Seven.

  Who knew he was still going to die.

  At that time, the old Qi was a goddess, if he was caught by the underworld and caught by the heavens, I was afraid that he would not even be able to keep his roots.

  Fortunately, the underground palace was sealed, and the world was in chaos.

  It took him a thousand years to condense his soul and send Lao Ba to the world to experience the calamity again.

  As long as he succeeds in this lifetime, he will be invincible, without any weakness.

  The aura he gave Lu Huaijiang now is far less than half of what he had when he was in the wilderness.

  Only the triumph is successful!

  He spent such a great effort to reincarnate, and even separated his emotions, and kept his divine consciousness to follow him.

  Reminded him time and time again that he was scumbed to the seventh world, and told him again and again how miserable he was when he died.

  But...

  The old eight has personally excavated the body of his seventh life, and still can't help but pay attention to her.

  At this moment, I saw him jump into the lake to touch the handkerchief thrown in the daytime, and the evil **** was about to collapse.

  Do you really expect him to merge the last trace of consciousness?

  Cthulhu is a little confused.

  The best time for him to merge should be to succeed in the tribulation. It is so early now, which is harmful to him.

   "Lao Ba, do you think I still have a chance?" The Cthulhu saw him get up dripping with water, and asked quietly in his mind.

  Lu Huaijiang grabbed the handkerchief in his hand, sneaked back into the palace, washed it cleanly before taking it into his arms.

   "Is it difficult to practice the ninth?" Lu Huaijiang replied after a long time, and this sentence almost died of anger.

   "Practice, practice, no more practice."

"This seat is only enough for seven reincarnations. After the seventh time, it is extremely weak. This time it happened that the netherworld made a mistake and saved you. Lu Huaijiang, this seat is not joking with you. If this time we die, you and I will be forever I won't be able to return to that supreme position! If Heaven is aware of you and me, he will kill you without hesitation! The ashes will be wiped out, without leaving the slightest trace." Cthulhu straightened his face.

  Lu Huaijiang gave a light hum, and lightly dried the handkerchief over the fire.

  Not long after, Lu Huaijiang summoned Lu Gonggong to enter the hall.

   "Go and tell the Imperial College, don't put too much pressure on the students, don't hit the students' palms. Beating students is the most inferior way of teaching. Guidance is the main way." Lu Huaijiang's face was stern, and Lu Gonggong looked inexplicable.

  I didn’t know until I went out to inquire, oh, there was no one to do her homework for Lulu girl after she left the palace.

  Inquired again, it turned out that when Lord Jiang entered the palace this morning, he said to his servant that his sister was beaten in the palm of her hand for not finishing her homework.

   Father Lu was taken aback: "Oh, your Majesty prefers Master Jiang so much. Isn't it because you are so close to inquire about Girl Lulu?" Soon, Father Lu shook his head again.

   "Your Majesty has the world in mind, and he is a man of great accomplishments. How can you think so, it must be because of the outstanding talents of Master Jiang Sanyuan and Di." Grandpa Lu nodded and barely convinced himself.

  Lu Huai Jiang carried the handkerchief with her ecstasy. She carried it all the time during the day, and was washed and dried for him at night, and then carried it in her arms.

  Hundreds of civil and military officials knew, and immediately began to speak up again.

  Your Majesty, the age is right, it's time to fill the harem!

   His Majesty smiled without saying a word, neither refused nor nodded.

  But the courtiers are coming.

  As long as you don’t refuse or cut your head, it’s a good thing.

  Someone immediately counted it down in private, and now she is a middle-aged woman in Beijing.

  (End of this chapter)