"Let you all know, what's the use of sending a moon-level saint to invite me?" Wu Zhe made a sharp move.
The old man in gray took dozens of tricks from her, and was a little flustered for a while. Secretly shouting that this girl is actually doing amazing tricks, which made me feel very constrained. Since I wanted to beg the other party, I didn't dare to use my profound energy to fight back vigorously, instead I fell into an absolute disadvantage for a while.
Old Mang looked on proudly from the sidelines. What's more, Wu Zhe's improved Mang Turning made the other party suffer a lot, and he also had a great honor on his face. Although it could be seen that the gray-clothed old man didn't dare to completely rely on his profound energy to crush him, he didn't make full use of it, but it was irrefutable that he was restrained everywhere in his moves.
For such a moon-level master at such an age, to be forced into such a situation by a little girl, if it is just a duel, he would definitely be considered a loser.
It has been many years unheard of for a moon-level saint to be beaten into a mess by a star warrior.
The gray-clothed old man was frustrated, and gradually raised a little anger and wanted to use the moon-level profound energy to fight back, but the idea was quickly suppressed again.
Since I was entrusted by the National People's Congress, why bother to offend the other party? Take it easy, after all, you still have to ask the other party.
The gray-clothed old man said in a deep voice while starting his hands: "Miss Zhou, please be merciful. I really can't bargain for the slightest bit of cheapness between the tricks of the old man."
"Are you clear now? Sending a moon-level saint to invite me is not enough!" Wu Zhe snorted, "Take me to see your master now."
After such a fight, Wu Zhe completely took the initiative psychologically. It was as if she had asked to see the excitement, and the gray-clothed old man seemed to be half-coerced to lead the way.
"Please." The gray-clothed old man spoke politely with a hint of disappointment. His words earlier, while humble, did not carry much respect. In this kind of melancholy charm, there is a feeling that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead.
The gray-clothed old man even suspected that if Zhou Zhiruo had the heart, he could join hands with Mang Lao and others to take him down, and directly ask who sent him.
The three Bog elders exchanged glances with each other, and secretly laughed in their hearts that Zhou Zhiruo really wasn't one to suffer. At the same time, they are also trying to figure out where they are going. If it is really dangerous, maybe they should stop it immediately
"Where is the general direction?" Wu Zhe asked.
"Just now..." the old man in gray was about to answer.
"Wudu?" Wu Zhe called out first.
"Exactly..."
"Don't tell me it's the prince's residence."
"Uh..." The gray-clothed old man was a little flustered: "Miss Zhou..."
"It really made me guess right." Wu Zhe put his fingers on his forehead like a headache: "That fat man with crooked mouth is awake?"
Fat man with crooked mouth... Old Mang and the others were astonished, but they quickly realized it.
The hostile forces of Prince Mo, and Master Maitreya who is recuperating in the mansion of the eldest prince!
"Miss Zhou is really talented. She guessed the person who invited you so quickly." The old man in gray didn't deny it, and directly cupped his hands and said, "Please don't let the old man return without shame."
He also knew that there was no way to hide it, so he simply asked Wu Zhe if you were going or not.
"Don't worry, since the presents have been accepted, I will go of course." Wu Zhe said with a smile, "But the location is up to me."
"This..." the old man in gray was worried.
Wu Zhe didn't care whether he agreed or not, and said directly: "Just a hundred steps away from the Zhengyang Gate of the Imperial Palace, Fulin Pavilion. Tomorrow will be three poles high, and I will serve wine there to celebrate Master Maitreya's recovery."
After finishing speaking, Wu Zhe waved his long sleeves: "Old Mang, let's continue our journey back."
Mang Lao and the others hurriedly left together.
The gray-clothed old man stood on the spot without embarrassment. I really have no idea.
Worse than being rejected in the first place. Now the gift was also given, but no one took it back.
But if you can't fight, what else can you do? Even without the three guards by his side, he might not be able to kidnap her back by himself. After all, you dare not hurt her, right
The gray-clothed old man assessed his abilities, and realized that he was really not at all sure that he could capture Zhou Zhiruo unscathed.
"Are you old? Or is she too monstrous..." The gray-clothed old man sighed, and went back to report.
The gray-clothed old man is indeed from the influence of the eldest prince. It's just that he didn't directly take orders from the eldest prince, but owed a lot of favor to the elder prince's think tank, Master Maitreya, so he would show up at critical moments.
The reason why he sent this moon-level saint here was because Master Maitreya had some idea of wanting to use his profound energy.
After Master Maitreya woke up, he learned about many events that happened during his coma. He just let out a long sigh and didn't say anything for a long time.
She was caught molesting the emperor's concubine in the palace. This kind of crime is impossible to compete for the throne. Now is not a critical moment for the power of the great prince, but has directly reached the collapse stage of falling from a cliff.
However, Master Maitreya is worthy of being a wise man at the level of a think tank. Although he can't think of any way to solve it, he knows that someone can think of a way to solve the crisis!
Zhou Zhiruo! She can definitely help out the difficult situation. Master Maitreya came to this conclusion without a doubt in his mind.
After all, that Zhou Zhiruo did too many amazing things while she was in a coma. Even if Master Maitreya heard it from other people, he could completely tell how powerful her methods were.
It can be called a town-level think tank!
If he woke up half a month earlier, Master Maitreya would even consider asking the gray-clothed old man to capture Zhou Zhiruo directly by force, and forcibly accept him as the eldest prince's concubine. Cook raw rice and cooked rice, then everything will be easy to handle.
Now that the eldest prince is in prison, Master Maitreya can't use this trick.
After dawn, the gray-clothed old man returned to the eldest prince's mansion and reported the matter to Master Maitreya.
"As expected of a brain truster who is far superior to me!" Master Maitreya lay on the bed. After hearing the reply from the old man in gray, he murmured: "For the present plan, we can only meet her according to her request. I hope I can find a good plan."
Although the probability of this is very small, it is pitifully small.
On the other side, Wu Zhe returned to Wudu and went directly to the restaurant. The two nine-star guards left.
"The two guards have worked hard." Wu Zhe was polite, and specially gave the two of them a small gift in a small bag, and asked at the same time: "Please also ask the two elder brothers to report to Emperor Xuanwu. , help with a sentence."
The guard cupped his hands and said politely: "It's easy to say. It's just that brothers and I may not have enough status to see the emperor."
"Then please bring a piece of paper with you." Wu Zhe thought for a while.
"Miss Zhou is very thoughtful. Your note will naturally be delivered in the inner palace." The two guards promised.
Not long after Wu Zhe sat in the restaurant, the housekeeper of Prince Mo's mansion rushed over with a group of attendants. (~^~)