As the saying goes: If you want to become an immortal, you must first recruit disciples~
Looking at Nezha who lowered his head and said nothing, Zhao Shouzhuo said seriously: "How many times have I told you, you can't play with your mobile phone while riding a wheel!"
Pointing at Yang Jian again, "Don't laugh either! Just close your eyes on your forehead. What if you scare the reporters for a while?"
The latter suppressed his blush, and after a soft "pop" sound, the vertical eyes on his forehead disappeared.
"Xiao Bai makes people worry-free, but what about her dragon?"
"I saw a beautiful reporter outside the venue, so I rushed out." Yin Shou picked his ears and continued, not taking it too seriously to watch the excitement.
Suddenly, the door of the banquet hall was squeezed open, and a dozen microphones appeared in front of them.
"Mr. Zhao, according to Miss Jiutian Xuannv who wishes to remain anonymous, you left the Heavenly Court Immortal Education Department this time because you went around snatching apprentices in the name of Heavenly Court and offended most of the fairy world. Is this true?"
"Nonsense, the other half didn't say I was good either!"
"Master Taiyi reported to this station that since Nezha has been with you, no one has sent a message of greetings to you."
"Ahem, my child is still young, so he can't play with his mobile phone all the time."
"It is said that Empress Nuwa recently made a public statement that she may not want to be the disciple of the Human Emperor, but she will pursue it to the end if you write poems that are frivolous to her."
The matter involved a saint. Zhao Shouzhuo's expression became solemn. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "It's all a misunderstanding! It was a beautiful day, the wind was beautiful, the grass was growing, and the orioles were flying. I couldn't help but feel inspired by poetry..."
