Chapter 977 Xiao Tiandao’s Sweetheart
The Emperor of Fengdu looked at Lu Chaochao dimly.
"When it comes to being mean, you are the most mean. Who can be meaner than you..." Lu Chaochao has done this kind of thing thousands of times in his past and present lives.
Otherwise, why are both the upper and lower worlds her enemies?
Just think about it, when the gods from the upper realm are fighting, the minor officials from the underworld go there and die in vain.
It was clearly her job to save them, but after she drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, a hundred years later she had a bunch of mortal enemies again.
Lu Chaochao glanced at him casually, not seeming to care much.
"Come on, let's have a few drinks."
"By the way, do you still have that nectar? I dare not drink those two pots of Meng Po soup. Of course, I am not coveting your celestial wine..." The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand.
"Please invite the City God outside Beizhaojing City to come over and have a drink together."
When the Duke of Zhenguo came over trembling with fear, he saw Lu Chaochao sitting in the first seat, with the Emperor of Fengdu drinking with him below.
The Ten Kings of Hell were raising their glasses with smiles on their faces.
His slightly bent back suddenly straightened up, and he strode into the hall.
Lu Chaochao stood up and called out to him, "Grandfather."
The King of Fengdu and the Ten Kings of Hell stood up immediately, not daring to sit in front of the God of Beginning. The Duke of Zhenguo was trembling with fear. Oh my god, he didn’t get to enjoy the blessing of a son when he was alive, but after his death he got to enjoy the blessing of a granddaughter.
He took a quick step forward and called out solemnly, "Shishen." He couldn't be rude as he was reminiscing about the past.
"Grandfather, just call me Chaochao." Lu Chaochao smiled.
"This is the nectar from the divine realm. The immortal fruit matures once every thousand years, and only then can a few pots of immortal wine be brewed. I heard from my father that my grandfather loves this glass of good wine. I specially invite my grandfather to taste it." Lu Chaochao personally poured the wine for him, and the Duke of Zhenguo's hands trembled slightly as he held the cup.
Oh, my disappointing son is so lucky! !
The son is a useless person, but he married very well.
Ah Ci watched Lu Chaochao drink a glass of immortal wine. His eyes were still clear, but there was a suspicious redness on his face, which was not obvious.
As they drank more and more, her eyes became clearer and clearer.
A Ci's heart was shaking, one drop falling, one drop falling! !
The Emperor of Fengdu held the jar of wine with drunken eyes: "Burp...so refreshing, so refreshing." He held the jar of wine tightly in his hand, as if he was unwilling to let go.
Lu Chaochao grinned. She said nothing, but her smile somehow seemed a little naive.
Ah Ci no longer dared to hesitate and coaxed softly: "Chao Chao, mother is still waiting for you at home, let's go home first, so as not to keep mother waiting for a long time."
Lu Chaochao blinked slowly and with difficulty, his brain seemed to be unable to work, and he nodded hesitantly.
Ah Ci sighed softly in the room, Chao Chao has a bad drinking habit and gets drunk with just one drop of alcohol.
He likes to act crazy when drunk and has blackouts at dawn.
Now she has a noble status and great power, and no one can control her if she gets really violent. In order to avoid causing trouble, he picked up Chao Chao horizontally, crushed the talisman and returned to the human world.
It was already late at night, and A Ci put Chao Chao on the bed.
Without disturbing anyone, he quietly boiled some hot water and washed her.
Turning my head...
The little girl who was originally lying on the bed sat up straight, looking at him with burning eyes. He was so frightened that he lost his balance and nearly dropped the copper basin to the ground.
“Chao…Chao Chao, why are you looking at me like that?” Ah Ci couldn’t help but avoid her gaze and his voice began to stutter.
Under the moonlight, the candlelight flickered, the handsome boy's ears turned red, and his nervous breathing became rapid.
The drunk Lu Chaochao was completely irrational. She walked up to him with a frown on her face.
She stretched out her hands, held his face, and looked at him seriously: "Why don't you look at me?"
"Do you hate me?" Her tone was a little bit naive.
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