Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

The most irreplaceable thing in this world is time.

On the day of the quota competition, the venue where the competition was held was extremely grand, and it was even more lively and festive than the enthronement of the new emperor.

With colorful flags fluttering and firecrackers bursting, Nalan Zhenyue acted with Wen Qing and was not with the Nalan family.

The four major families in Kyoto have their own place, and the emperor and empress are also here. They are on the open-air high platform, and below are warriors and summoners.

Because there were too many people, Nalan Zhenyue felt a little crowded, so she and Wen Qing found a corner to stay.

Because of the arrival of the emperor and empress, the atmosphere was even more extreme. What the emperor said at the top was frothing, and the people below were all full of fighting spirit. The only goal was to win one of the fifty places from so many people!

Nalan Zhenyue had already finished practicing the first small scrolls of the seventh-grade secret skills last night, and was about to enter the real first volume, but she didn't expect the mental discomfort of Yin, so she kept leaning in the corner to take a nap after coming, and Wen Qing consciously stood beside her and guarded her.

Before the competition really started, after the emperor had finished speaking, the queen had to say a few words, and after the queen had finished speaking, the important court ministers had to say a few words, and then the heads of the four major families, those old guys said.

It's like holding a sports meeting in a modern school. After the principal finished talking, the director said and so on.

"Xiao Zhenyue! Why are you here?" It was Fatty's voice!

Fatty promised Nalan Zhenyue to enter the quota contest, so he will come naturally, even if he doesn't participate, he will come as his prince, but Fatty is very excited today!

Nalan Zhenyue lazily opened her eyes to look at Fatty, she hadn't seen him for a while, and Fatty looked much better.

Seeing Nalan Zhenyue looking at him, the fat man straightened his back and said proudly: "Little Zhenyue, have you become more handsome after not seeing me for a while?"

"Fuck off."

"Little Zhenyue, why are you so swollen?" The fat man twitched, "Last time I heard that you had a conflict with someone from the Nan family. I wanted to come and see you, but I held back. I have worked very hard for the time, is there anything?!"

"Is there, how do I know?"

"Fatty, you seem to be getting fat again!" Huo Huo also came out and said with a smile.

The fat man narrowed his eyes, "Huohuo, you seem to have gotten shorter."

"Screw you!"

"Hahaha, I think Huohuo's temperament is more and more similar to Xiaozhenyue's. You probably can't use your tears to attack!"

"Fatty, are you courting death?"

The fat man's mouth is cheap, so he went to see Wen Qing after teasing him, looked him up and down, and said, "Wen Qing, you are getting uglier and uglier, so you can support my handsomeness." ah!"

"..." Wen Qing.

"..." Nalan Zhenyue and Huohuo.

Huo Huo seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Fatty, which group are you in?"

Nalan Zhenyue and Wen Qing went to see Fatty at the same time.

"Ha! Ha!" The fat man laughed frightfully, "You don't know that?!"

"I know, the group of pharmacists." Wen Qing said lightly.

"Cut, don't look down on me. In fact, I am also a warrior, okay? It's just—"

Before the fat man could finish his words, he was unanimously despised by the two and the beast.

They looked at Fatty's body and shook their heads.

The fat man is angry!

"As soon as I play, it will be powerful, just wait and see! This uncle will definitely easily win one of the fifty spots!"