I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

The four major skills of being a suzerain.

Ask for advice humbly (if you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you!)

Asking for help (Are you mentally ill?)

Advising subordinates (none of your business!)

Painting cakes to satisfy hunger (put these paper cakes drawn by this sect leader into his mouth and eat him to death!)

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 3658 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

A few days passed by.

Sect Master Zhang finally stayed in the Dragon and Snake Kingdom.

This miserable place is certainly not as good as the Kingdom of God’s Grace.

Not only are there fewer servants, but the ones serving him have also changed from monks to ordinary people.

In all aspects of techniques, they are really different.

Sect Master Zhang needs to wipe his own ass now.

Although Sect Leader Zhang Da also felt that it was not good for Shen'enguo to squeeze people like that. But I have to say, it’s really cool to be a messenger there.

No wonder they all like to stay in the rear areas.

The front is tight and the rear is tight, which is a bit too euphemistic to say.

It's not just about tightness and eating!

Although the treatment in the Dragon and Snake Kingdom was average, fortunately, there were no tasks, and no one knew him here, so he was completely free.

It took two or three days for Zhang Mo and Tang Ji to walk around the city.

Zhang Mo suddenly discovered that when he was not wearing the Divine Envoy Xingxiu suit, he still didn't have the token Tang Ji could use.

Otherwise, Zhang Mo would still have to fight for a private room!

Sect Leader Zhang Da has not snatched anything from anyone for many years, so he is really not used to it.

It's a pity that the other party is also timid. As soon as he saw Tang Ji take out the token of the candidate god, he knelt down.

There was no chance for Sect Master Zhang to show off.

There was no other way, Sect Master Zhang could only let him get slapped in the face.

Eat and drink.

Xiaoxiao and unrestrained.

Don't mention it, as long as there is no war here, it's pretty good.

Unfortunately, just a few days after Sect Leader Zhang arrived, the war started again.

After hearing the news, the Wuji Alliance once again attacked the territory occupied by the Shrine, hoping to break through the Shrine's defense and rush to Sanjie Mountain.

This battle was not a small one. The shrine sent two divine envoys, several alternate divine envoys, and hundreds of preachers. The Wuji Alliance also sent a lot of strong men, and the two sides fought in the snow-covered mountains not far from the Dragon and Snake Kingdom. It seemed that they were still inextricable. So much so that the chief envoy of Cang Daoji immediately summoned his subordinates to prepare for the next battle.

But these seem to have nothing to do with the Great Envoy Zhang.

Zhang Mo didn't even bother to ask. Anyway, if the shrine loses, I can just run away.

This is a broken battle, whoever wants to fight will fight!

Of course, for your own safety.

Zhang Mo didn't dare to go out and hang out anymore. He began to wander around the palace in the center of the Dragon Snake Kingdom, trying to get as close as possible to the vegetable garden of Cang Dao Ji.

This is not called cowardice, this is called breathing nature, which is good for physical and mental health.

Dangling around the palace with an elbow in his hand.

There is a saying that after a meal, you should walk a hundred steps before eating a big pork knuckle!

As soon as he arrived at the door of the meeting hall, a monk came out.

First he bowed and saluted, and then said:

"My lord, I have invited you to come to the main hall to discuss the war."

Zhang Mo looked around, then pointed at himself and said, "Tell me. What does it have to do with me? What are you discussing? Who did you just say asked me to come?"

"Master Cangzhu is calling you!"

The monk bowed again.

Zhang Mo suddenly looked bad. He couldn't help but get into trouble.

But since it was someone else's territory, it was hard for him to argue with someone else's reputation. After all, it was someone else's fault.

Helpless, Zhang Mo could only follow the monks into the meeting hall.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Mo saw two divine envoys wearing Xingxiu uniforms, and there were more than a dozen candidate divine envoys.

They all looked a little surprised when they saw Zhang Mo, as if they wanted to know why Zhang Mo was called here.

Zhang Mo only saw the long table, except for the main seat, leaving only the left hand position closest to the main seat.

This position is obviously very bad, and it is easily the target of public criticism.

But there seemed to be no other seats left for him, so he couldn't sit across from the main seat. It seemed like they were going against each other.

There was no other way, so Zhang Mo had no choice but to sit down.

The divine envoy next to him extended a friendly hand and said: "I am the divine envoy Kuimu. May I ask who you are?"

Zhang Mo immediately remembered his pseudonym and replied: "Lao Liu, just call me Lao Liu."

The divine envoy opposite also stretched out his hand and said: "Hello, Sixth Brother, I'm Dou Mu Divine Envoy. What is Sixth Brother doing here?"

Zhang Mo said: "I didn't do anything, just having fun."

Immediately, the two divine envoys and all the alternate divine envoys frowned?

play?

This is a place of great contention. Who would come here to play out of boredom?

As he was talking, Zhang Mo saw a silver cat suddenly appear on the main seat.

Quickly, Zhang Mo changed the subject and said, "Whose cat is this? It's very beautiful!"

As he said that, Zhang Mo wanted to touch it.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was slapped away by the silver cat's paw.

Don't tell me, you are quite strong!

Oh, you kitten, you dare to scratch me!

Zhang Mo stared at the cat and said, "Whose does this belong to? This cat is a bit of a tiger. No one wants me to take it back and stew it. Damn it, see if I can gelding you!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Mo was about to lock Silver Cat's throat.

Eat this sect leader... huh?

But as soon as he stretched out his hand halfway, the silver cat suddenly changed like water.

Quickly, it turned into a figure that Zhang Mo recognized.

That's right, it's Cang Daoji's chief envoy, Aunt Cang. I changed into silver clothes today.

Zhang Mo's hand suddenly froze. Aunt Cang looked at him and said, "You're going to stew me again, right?"

Zhang Mo retracted his hand and said: "You are not that king...forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

Fortunately, the word "eight" was not spoken, otherwise I might not be able to leave this hall today.

Zhang Mo was really confused.

Yesterday it was a big tortoise, today it is a silver cat.

What are you?

Aunt Cang obviously wouldn't give him an explanation.

Seeing everyone else giving them strange looks, Aunt Cang pointed at Zhang Mo and said, "This is my... military advisor. His name is Lao Liu. Let's get to know each other."

Aunt Cang originally wanted to say that Zhang Mo was her apprentice.

But Zhang Mo's performance of "provoking Master" just now left her speechless. I simply changed my statement.

"military adviser?"

Divine Envoy Kuimu and Divine Envoy Doumu both looked puzzled.

Does the shrine have this location?

Never heard of it. Isn’t it all decided by the top, and can only be discussed at the bottom, and then everything is over?

But Chief Cang said so, and no one else dared to refute.

He could only look at Zhang Mo and say: "I have seen the Sixth Army Advisor."

Zhang Mo also nodded.

"Hello everyone, hello everyone."

Aunt Cang raised her hand to shut everyone up, and then said: "Okay, let's start and talk about the current situation."

Kuimu Divine Envoy immediately took out the map and said: "The Wuji Alliance's offensive is very fierce, but it is not enough to break through the snow-covered mountains. The key now is that it is difficult to control the movements of Jie Palace and Youyuan. I highly doubt that the Wuji Alliance is just a feint attack. .The real power is gathered elsewhere, intending to break through our defenses in one fell swoop."