"It's just a hustle and bustle." Di Li lowered the car curtain. Lan Yixiuan was gone. It seemed that he would have to find a chance to ask her about the amulet another day.

Today, if it weren't for this talisman, I would have gone crazy again, just like I did ten years ago.

The fake monk handed the blood jade to Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng had been waiting in the alley for a whole day. This blood jade had nurtured a little ghost that could suck people's essence.

However, this time when he received the blood jade, it was not given by Hui Bin herself, and it was wrapped in a torn handkerchief.

Feng Sheng was not happy.

His blood jade is of the best quality and must be placed in a golden box; a torn handkerchief would simply devalue it.

Who would have thought that when he opened the brocade handkerchief and saw the blood jade that had been split into two halves, Feng Sheng exploded instantly!

…

Yihe Palace.

The big tyrant picked up Po. Po's belly was bulging, and it was obvious that he was angry.

[Why don’t we have great gods in the Tiansheng Dynasty, but other countries have great gods?]

The tyrant understood immediately.

It turns out that my precious daughter is angry about this.

"I heard from your mother today that you saw the temple when you returned to the palace."

Abao's eyes stopped rolling around.

The little girl was in a bad mood and didn't even want to click her head.

"Did your Aunt Yun tell you the story of the great god of our Tiansheng Dynasty?"

"snort."

[How dare you bully us that our Tiansheng Dynasty has no great gods? 】

The little fellow slipped out of the tyrant's arms and stumbled into the room.

As he walked, the little guy muttered in his heart, "Huh, I was in a good mood today. I accepted a future emperor as my apprentice and got an underground treasury, but when I came back, I found out that someone laughed at our Tiansheng Dynasty because of the great god?"

[How can you really tolerate this?! What they have, we have too. The great god won’t come to our Tiansheng Dynasty, right? Then our Tiansheng Dynasty can create a great god ourselves.]

The tyrant froze in front of the door.

He heard something.

The little girl accomplished so many great things in this afternoon.

Who will be the future emperor?

Defei and Zhilan both watched the little girl stalk into the room, but neither of them asked any questions, knowing that the little girl was angry.

“Wow wow wow—”

The sound of a little girl crying came from the ear room.

The calm Concubine De suddenly panicked and rushed into the house, followed closely by the tyrant.

"Abao, what's wrong..." The two stood at the door and saw Abao holding many gold nuggets in his arms.

The gold nugget has a head, arms, and a body...

Like a little golden doll, broken.

[How could this happen? Why did the golden statue I cast in the Golden Basin Space break into pieces? ]

Po looked down at his own golden statue.

This was cast for herself after she returned to the palace.

[Put my golden statue in the temple, and we will have a god in the Tiansheng Dynasty. I am much more powerful than those little gods.]

Concubine De widened her eyes in shock.

After such a long time, we know that Po has great magical powers, but we don’t know what kind of person she was in her previous life.

[In the past, people cast a golden statue of me to worship me, but I didn’t want to do it, so I blew it up.]

[This time, I support my father and mother. Our Tiansheng Dynasty also has a great god, and that god is me - Di Abao! ]

[If they have the guts, ask them to bring out their gods to come and have a walk with me, and see who is more powerful]

The great tyrant is in disarray.

I don't think the precious lady is talking nonsense at all.

He always thought his precious daughter was a somebody.

Still a very powerful and influential person!

[It’s all over now. Why can’t the golden statue be cast?] Po held his broken arms and legs, tears welling up in his eyes.

I can't figure it out.

The tyrant laughed heartily and said something from the bottom of his heart, "Abao, you want a golden statue, right? Daddy will order the goldsmith to make you one, no, ten, a hundred! As long as you like, we can make as many as you want."

Abao pursed his lips and looked at his father.

[Daddy really loves me! Great, great, let me make a golden statue for you. Just one! Just one will do!]

Po didn't like the golden body before, but now, at this moment, he likes it.

The golden body represents the true God.

The great tyrant immediately gave the order.

He did not use the gold and silver in the national treasury, which belonged to the people.

The big tyrant has his own small private treasury, which he has accumulated since he had Po.

Although there is not much gold, it is enough to cast a golden statue for Abao.

That night, there was an explosion in the Alchemy Workshop.

The goldsmiths, with tears in their eyes, asked to see the tyrant.

The tyrant carried Abao directly to the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, this is not possible. The golden statue cannot be cast. It was almost finished, but then it exploded, and the alchemy workshop exploded with it."

Abao woke up from his nap, and heard these words with his little ears pricked up.

Suddenly, the little girl was no longer sleepy.

[Exploded again? ]

The great tyrant made the decision, "Recast it. If one golden statue explodes, just cast a second one."

When the tyrant speaks, who dares to disobey?

The goldsmiths immediately started making a golden statue of Abao overnight.

As a result, the second alchemy workshop also exploded.

The third, the fourth...

That night, all the underground alchemy workshops in the capital of the Tiansheng Dynasty were blown up, seven in total!

The tyrant was worried that it would affect Po's sleep at night, so he didn't send anyone to report.

I didn't receive the notification until the morning when Abao had just finished washing up and drinking milk.

[My goodness, you are not letting me get a golden body.]

Po felt something was wrong.

[When I was in the underworld, there were rows of golden statues. How come now, not even a single golden statue can be cast?]

Abao was irritated and scratched his hair.

Both little ones were caught in a mess.

"Don't be angry, my dear girl. Daddy will make you a golden statue one day, okay?" The big tyrant changed his voice into a clip to appease little A-bao.

He didn't want to disappoint Po.

Why.

This is the first time someone doubts his status as emperor. What a failure.

It's not even possible to cast a golden statue for the lady.

Now the alchemy workshop has been destroyed and it will take some time to cast it.

After all, Po was a sensible child. She touched the tyrant's face with her chubby little hands and said, "Don't cry, don't cry."

[Don't cry, Po. Po doesn't like the golden body. Po just wants our Tiansheng Dynasty to have a great god too, so that other countries won't laugh at us, laughing daddy]

[I don’t know if Daddy can understand my thoughts]

Why.

The concubine is really sensible.

The heart of the great tyrant, this old father, is overflowing with paternal love.

I wish I could give the whole world to Po as long as she could be happy.

Abao spent a quiet day in Yihe Palace.

Neither the chickens nor the eggs are counted.

He doesn't care about the situation in Qingyun Palace.

Anyway, no one knew what the little girl was thinking. Even when Concubine De Zhilan talked to her, she didn't say a word and looked like she was worried about something.

After dinner, Abao walked into the room and said, "My dear, it's time to go to bed."

Defei was quite surprised that Abao went to bed so early today.

Thinking that maybe Abao and the Emperor didn't sleep well last night, Defei didn't ask any more questions.

Abao entered the room and after a while, quietly knocked on the window.

A dark shadow flashed in.

It's Feng Zhuo.