I am in the realm of cultivating immortals and ascending to the throne of beasts

After the rocks!
The two heads quickly shrank back!
"Have you written it down?" Uncle Wang stared at the non-stop pen in the historian's hand, for fear of missing something!
"Yeah! Remember it!" The historian wrote vigorously, writing like a god!

Suddenly, he stopped writing while writing, scratching his scalp with the penholder, with a sad expression on his face.

"Lord Wang, the lower officials here are a little unclear. Look at the lower officials, our Demon Lord is getting angry! Are you going to write about thunder and anger?"

"What kind of eyes do you have?" The old man rolled his eyes in disgust, "You can't see how happy you are?"

"Ah?" The historian was dubious: "Happy? Really?"

"Tsk! If you don't believe me, why do you ask me?! Hurry up! I tell you to remember! The devil's heart is sprouting, ecstatic, and he wants to go to the fish and water together! However! The woman's cleverness resisted, and the devil was defeated , powerless!"

The official historian didn't dare to delay, for fear of delaying the writing and delaying the big event!

Satisfied that he marked the time, Uncle Wang couldn't wait to grab the book and quickly browsed through it.

"Not bad! Very good!" Stroking the sparse beard on his chin, he praised it!
"Come on! Change clothes!" Xuanyuan Canghai's order came from the other side of the rock.

Uncle Wang hurriedly called several attendants to come forward to serve him.

"哗啦啦" There was a faint sound of water, just like the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate.

Xuanyuan Canghai stood up from the pool, his sturdy and long body broke through the water, the water poured down, and it was torn apart along the strong lines!
The remaining drops of water cling to every inch of skin reluctantly, shining brightly under the night light!
Stepping vigorously onto the pool, the attendant at the side fetched a cloth towel and lowered his head to wipe off the restless water droplets on his body.

After wiping, he put on a milky white pine robe with a bright silk surface, and sat aside, letting the attendants behind him take care of his long wet hair.

"Uncle Wang!" Xuanyuan Canghai recalled the abnormality in his body just now, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Before bathing, what did you give this deity to drink?"

"Healthy decoction!" Uncle Wang answered truthfully.

"No!" Xuanyuan Canghai thought for a while, and categorically refuted it.

"No?" The old man was confused, who would dare to change the pharmacy in the Demon Realm?This is impossible!
"Pass the witch doctor!"

Not long after, a chubby old man staggered and rushed over slowly.

Judging from his appearance, he should be about the same age as Uncle Wang, but his face is full of red light, although his steps are slow, he is still panting from exhaustion!

"See Demon Lord!" The old man gasped and knelt down to salute.

"Get up!" Xuanyuan Canghai still sat upright without changing his face: "What medicine did you use for this deity?"

"Returning to the Lord is the way of heaven and earth, an indispensable intercourse technique for a man and a woman to have a happy relationship - lovesickness is the only way!" The witch doctor shook his head and said frankly.

"Happy men and women. Husband and wife. Chinese technique?." Hearing this, Xuanyuan Canghai clenched his fists and was dumbfounded. The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched.
"What a mess! How dare you give me medicine indiscriminately!" With a slap, the stone table was broken into pieces!

The witch doctor who was shaking his head just now was so frightened that he "thumped" and fell to his knees!
"Mozun, spare your life! Demon, spare your life! This." The witch doctor begged and kowtowed, while secretly glanced at Uncle Wang who was at the side with lingering fear, and suddenly seemed to muster up his courage and howled loudly.

"This subordinate is wronged! It's all Master Wang's idea!"

"What is my idea! What nonsense!" The old man beat up with a flick of his sleeves, denying it at all.

"You have to admit it! That's right! Historian!" The witch doctor raised his head and wiped away his tears: "My lord historian can testify!"

After a pause and a breath of breath, the witch doctor continued.

"At noon today, Mr. Wang and Mr. Historian recruited the villain, saying that your lord is weak and short of breath, and the time is very short, so let your subordinates think of a way! These are the exact words!"

"You old man!~" Uncle Wang glared, and scolded: "I asked you to make up your body, who told you to give this kind of medicine!"

"Then you don't understand what you said!" The witch doctor cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, never forgetting to clean himself up!

"Shut up!" Xuanyuan Canghai yelled angrily, what a mess, it made him furious!

The turbulent debate instantly quieted down.

After examining the two elders with sharp and keen eyes, they basically knew that this matter had nothing to do with the witch doctor!Uncle Wang
At this time, he was crossing his arms and standing aside calmly and lazily, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Historist!" If you want to understand what happened, you need to read the records of the historian!

The historian at the side had long been trembling, flustered, and suddenly heard the cry, his knees softened and he knelt down, trembling and presenting the record!
Take the record book.There is nothing wrong with flipping through the pages!
Turn directly to the nearest page, if you don’t read it, you don’t know it, and you are shocked when you see it.

The words between the lines are filled with the words of tigers and wolves...

Adding oil and vinegar to the story of the card cherry is vivid and vivid!
It is simply a text version of a erotic picture!

The cold and quiet face suddenly turned gloomy!
His brows were furrowed, and his handsome facial features were twisted together!
In the deep black pupils, the introversion and restraint of the past were lost, and there were blazing flickers in the eye sockets.

Perhaps because of anger, the hand holding the book was trembling slightly...

"Presumptuous!" In an angry voice, he slammed the book at the official historian's feet: "What a mess! Have you lived enough!"

"Mozun, please forgive me! This... This is all narrated by Mr. Wang, and the officials recorded it!" The historian hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, and confessed to Uncle Wang in one breath.

"Uncle Wang! What do you want to explain?" Xuanyuan Canghai's face was ashen, and his voice was hoarse.

Uncle Wang still had that carefree demeanor, lazily standing aside with his arms folded.

Hearing his name being called, he took a step forward, waved his hand secretly, and let the historian and witch doctor back away quietly.

Only then did he bow his body slightly, his eyes narrowed into a smile, and he said cheerfully.

"My lord, the root of your neck is red!"

"What?" Xuanyuan Canghai was stunned for a moment, his lips opened and closed as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he didn't dare to look directly at the old man, and looked around in a panic...

It's not like he didn't know it himself. After reading those things written, his chest was already throbbing violently!
"You like that girl!" the old man said with a smile.

"Impossible!" Xuanyuan Canghai clasped his hands slightly, rubbed his palms non-stop, denied it, but still didn't dare to look directly at the old man.

"You have her in your heart!" As if talking about other things, the old man shook his body and retorted in a calm manner.

"Hahaha!" Xuanyuan Canghai suddenly and inappropriately laughed twice: "How is it possible! I like that stinky girl? Uncle Wang, stop joking!"

"This laughter! I'm embarrassed to hear it!" The old man gritted his teeth in displeasure, and poked the ear with his little finger.