Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 4695 This princess is overbearing (159)

  Everyone quickly looked up, and the people in the God Realm suddenly became excited.

  "It’s the saint who has come, and the saint has left.

  But in the blink of an eye, the white figure that was still far away in the sky had already approached and stopped in front of everyone.

  The person who came to look at it was about 30, with a dignified appearance, but with a deserted brow and a majesty of his own.

   Seeing this, the people of the gods quickly stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Congratulations to the saint for leaving the customs!"

  The Saint Vatican glanced at them lightly, then turned his gaze to Su Qiao's direction: "It's only twenty thousand years, you can really make a noise."

  Su Qiao was a little embarrassed, touched his nose, and stepped forward to bow: "Master."

  Van Su sage looked at the divine and demon soldiers facing each other on the banks of the Wangchuan River, with a little helplessness in his eyes: "If you didn't pay attention to you all of a sudden, you would be in trouble again."

  And this time, it seems that the trouble was not small.

  Su Qiao was flat, and a little disagreed.

How did    become her trouble?

  She clearly works hard and is motivated, is methodical and decent, never bullies others, and often helps the weak.

  Well, she admits that she used to do some small troubles often, and she often needed them to clean up the mess for her.

   After sighing, Van Su turned to look at the night Jing Han standing behind Su Qiao, faintly protecting her from the dripping night: "Magic Ancestor, long time no see."

   Seeing her, Ye Jinghan thought of the battle hundreds of millions of years ago. In her hands, he suffered a lot.

  If it weren't for her, there would be nothing to do with the dozens of Gods in the God Realm, and it would be impossible to beat him to the devil's soul.

   "It's really been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect you to be dead."

  Su Qiao's mouth twitched, and he quickly coughed twice, and bumped him with his elbow: "Ahem, pay attention to the wording."

  Although the God Realm uses her body to refining, to consolidate the God Realm Stone, and here, her master Vatican Saint, as the highest status person in the God Realm, although not in charge of the God Realm, she also has certain responsibilities.

  It’s just that, in Su Qiao’s memory, she would not be able to transform into a human form if she had not worked hard, tried various methods, and spent countless efforts.

  It is very difficult for everything in the world to transform into a human form, and it will take a lot of life and death.

  Moreover, it is relatively easy for flowers, trees, and animals to transform into human form, but it is even more difficult, almost impossible, to transform a stone into a human form.

  Plus, for so many lives, this master has always indulged her, even if she caused a great disaster, he finally said that she had a meal and then helped her clean up the mess.

  For her, whether she was more kind or hated, Su Qiao was really hard to tell.

  Van Su sage curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and his gaze glided over him and his apprentice Su Qiao, “If this sage is dead, how can he see such a good scene?”

   "Speaking of this generation, Yunhua is the disciple of this saint, there is a real difference between you and her."

  The night scene cold that blocked his chest in one breath: "..."

  Is it possible for him to call her the master too?

  Su Qiao looked at the dull night scene cold, wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh, and endured it hard, but the smile in Shang Yang's eyes still betrayed her.

  Ye Jinghan gave her a stern look.

   still laughing!

  He said that her master, she would help, and her master said that she stopped talking and laughed. She was really a woman with no conscience.

  Who is he so embarrassed for?

   "Sage, then..." The emperor asked, of course, it was about Yunhua and Mozun.

  Everyone also looked at the saint, waiting for her to make a decision.

  (End of this chapter)