Chapter 241 This Is a Game 21

"Sister Tian is not a beginner yet, can these equipment be used?" Leng Yanhua couldn't help asking.

"Prepare first, then you can use it later." Wang Buren was confident and confident.

"I, I'm not a beginner either." Leng Yuhua said again. Is it possible to consider splitting him up a bit?

"Compared with the goddess, who is more important?" Wang Buren asked Leng Yanhua sideways.

Leng Yuhua didn't speak anymore, well, he has nothing to say about being pissed off by this dog.

"Goddess, there are still things in the back, there must be something you can use." Wang Buren turned his head and said to Tian Miao happily.

"Thank you." Tian Miao said lightly.

Wang Buren felt that facing the goddess at this moment was like a spring breeze, and getting a thank you made him happier than giving him a few million, and the mentality of asking for credit became more and more intense.

Leng Yuhua began to complain to Allie in private again: "I want to see what happens to this licking dog!"

Allie pursed his lips and smiled, but said nothing.

"There is also a boss, Goddess. Others who have never seen this boss think that they will not drop good things, but I know that there will be hidden treasures in it. Because it is too rare, no one comes. Goddess, who are you? , must come out of hiding!" Wang Buren flattered and flattered him while leading the way.

Leng Yanhua twitched the corners of his mouth, calling this dog licking, and even boasting about himself. People who have never seen the world don't know what it means, oh, he knows, he has seen the world.

A group of people walked all the way to the center of this magnificent palace, the Fengtian Altar.

Just as Tian Miao stepped onto the steps of the altar, the wind suddenly blew up, and the scenery changed into a rainy night.

Wang Buren seemed to have been prepared for a long time. When the sky just changed, he held up an oiled paper umbrella, stood beside Tian Miao, and quickly held up a paper umbrella for Tian Miao to keep out the rain.

Tian Miao was not drenched, but Leng Yanhua, Aili, and Wang Buren's followers were drenched in the cold.

Leng Yanhua spat out a bubble of rainwater in his mouth, looking at Wang Buren who was holding an umbrella for Tian Miao in front, the corners of his mouth twitched violently. This dead licking dog, in order to please the goddess, did not tell them that it would rain here. And the timing was really good, look, Tian Miao didn't get wet at all.

"Goddess, be careful, the steps are slippery, don't get wet when it rains heavily." Wang Buren's voice was flattering.

In Leng Yanhua's eyes, such a Wang Buren looked like the eunuch next to the princess, wishing he could get down and carry the goddess away, it was absolutely amazing!

At the end of the steps, there is a thin air wall. It is like watching an immersive movie in front of you, and the plot of the altar opens.

Thousands of guards surrounded the altar, and on the high platform, the emperor looked down on it.

"You monster, you killed my beloved concubine and made my crown prince crazy, and today I will crush you to ashes!"

Every word the masculine male voice uttered, a sharp steel knife continued to stab the people surrounded in the center of the altar.

Tian Miao saw the man surrounded in the middle, wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and the blades of the guards in front of him were in front of him, but he was still indifferent.

The young Taoist laughed, his tone flat, but with an indescribable sense of sarcasm: "If you want to blame, you must blame the emperor yourself."

He took a step forward, spread out his clasped hands, and swung the dust whisk, all the heavy guards in front of him were overturned, leaving a path leading to the high throne, which was instantly filled by the guards behind.