Wu Mingkong also reacted, oh, according to his identity, he also had a younger brother.

The name seems to be Wu Teng, and his name is Chongxiao.

It sounded very powerful, and Wu Mingkong looked at it again and his face turned green.

His Mingkong is also the name, and his name is Zhao.

"I'm a little mean for a while, which makes me almost masturbate. No, it's obviously Wu Zetian's Chineseization." Wu Mingkong couldn't accept it for a moment.

"My stupid Ou Doudou, why are you not a sister?" Wu Mingkong was really fed up. Why did he give his younger brother every time the copy was given to his younger brother? Time travelers had some arrogant sisters, why didn't I?

Wu Chongxiao was extremely complicated when he heard Wu Mingkong's words: "Brother, you are still so inappropriate."

He still cannot feel that this inappropriate elder brother would become an invincible overlord in his previous life.

What made him even more mixed was the words his elder brother said to him before his death in his previous life: "It is said that if the overlord has no eyes, he dares to raise the cauldron to see the world. He has the resources of a real dragon, but he does not know that you are the one protected by the cauldron."

It’s a pity that he lost in his previous life, and he was defeated by his elder brother’s huge power.

"Serious? Who can write a diary for serious people?" Wu Mingkong answered a joke, regardless of whether the other party understood it or not.

"Brother, I'm sorry for you."

Wu Chongxiao looked at Wu Mingkong with a black cloth covering his face, and his pupils suddenly split and turned into double pupils.

This pair of double pupils was originally from Wu Mingkong, so he dug and transplanted it to him, so Wu Mingkong is blind.

Of course, this is a setting. Fortunately, Wu Mingkong's spiritual eye was limited and could not swallow emotions to read the mind. Otherwise, I would definitely not accept it. My two Guixu pupils are much stronger than your double pupils, the kind that can swallow the world.

Wu Mingkong stood up after a flash: "What's wrong? Have you spitted into my meal or added vinegar to my water? Tell me, I will definitely not beat you to death."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling it." Wu Chongxiao felt that his elder brother was indeed his elder brother.

"Are you sure? Don't bully me as a blind man, I can taste it." Wu Mingkong was a little suspicious. He was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect that there was something in this guy's words, so he might be doing something.

Maybe it's another Long Hao, and Wu Mingkong has now had some shadow on his younger brother.

He looked at Wu Chongxiao, very ordinary, not the son of destiny.

But after thinking about it, the world has lost all will, where did the son of destiny come from?

That's not right. Then where did his Ziweixing life come from? It was given by human will?

What's even more wrong, how could he, a blind man, see these luck?

Because fortune tellers are all blind, and he is also blind, can you see luck?

What the hell is this?

"Brother is joking. There will be a poetry party tomorrow. Why don't you and my brother go for a walk with me? Why do you and my brother also have the fame of scholars?" Wu Chongxiao did not plan to follow the old path of his previous life, and relied on his elder brother's protection to survive.

He wanted Wu Mingkong to know one thing, that is, he was wrong.

He is not a real dragon at all, Wu Mingkong is, and his defeat in his previous life has proved this.

"If you don't go, you're lazy." He was still fiddling with how to tinker with his eyes, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable to use his luck to visualize him. He could only see luck, and nothing else could be seen.

"It's okay, I have everything."

"No, how could I be admitted to the scholar as a blind man? I rely on my appearance? So this is not reliable, so you should go by yourself." Wu Mingkong also discovered this blind spot.

"Brother, you passed the exam before you were blind." Wu Chongxiao was silent for a moment before saying.

Wu Mingkong was a little perfunctory. He really didn't want to go there. What would be better for poetry? He wouldn't be able to pretend to slap in the face.

As for Wu Chongxiao, Wu Mingkong felt that his luck might be the one who would be slapped in the face.

So it's better to stay honestly and wait until he tinkers with his eyes.

"I don't know how to write poems, songs, what are you doing? It's embarrassing?" Wu Mingkong gave another reason.

Wu Chongxiao thought about it and it seemed that this matter was true, otherwise why would he be called the Overlord in his previous life? He relied on the Fangtian Painting Ridge and took a thousand cavalry to rush forward and could even chisel the opponent back and forth.

"I have everything, I guarantee that my brother can be glorious."

Wu Mingkong was silent. You guys are so cruel. I can't even hide from reputation and forces now. Do you want me to go out for glory? I think Ziweixing has not suppressed me enough.

And why do you guarantee that I will be glorious? Your own glory is glorious.

"No, why do you guarantee that I will be glorious? You can't just be glorious." Wu Mingkong held it in for a long time and finally said it.

"Brother, you have the resources of the Emperor."

Wu Mingkong felt that it was not auspicious when he heard this.

I remembered that a young man named Wang, who was cheated by his father next door, was treated like this, but his father said that my son has the gift of the emperor, and his cheap brother was calling him the eldest brother.

What's the difference? Isn't it the same trick?

"When you were born, the black dragon came to vote, and you had the capital of the Emperor." Isn't it just a fool? Wu Mingkong just told me casually, and the capital of the Emperor will be given to you.

Black Dragon? Isn’t it a black bird?

Wu Chongxiao was a little confused, wait, he remembered that Xuanniao was his brother, and the black dragon theory was his brother's insistence in his previous life.

However, he felt that the black dragon's statement was really nonsense. If the black dragon really came to fight, would he defeat all his elder brother's country in his previous life?

"Okay, brother, stop joking. At tomorrow's poetry meeting, are you going or not? Give me a correct letter to you." Wu Chongxiao smiled and said that he was just joking.

"You made a joke first, okay, just go, but if I don't show off, I'll hide from the corner." Wu Mingkong felt that he could tinker with his eyes tonight, and it would be fine to go.

Anyway, he has no ink in his belly, so when he asks him to recite poems and write them right, he can only go to the sea. You are all water, a horse, and you have four legs.

He didn't feel embarrassed. Anyway, he didn't care about face and other things after being in the dungeon for so long.

He started to ruthlessly and directly torn the right half of his face to the left half of his face. He was shameless and lived a very moist life.

Moreover, in this copy, the will of the world was probably hammered to death by the human will, and the blessing of Wu Mingkong's sun candlelight was gone. The human will ignored him and looked like a robot.

It’s just that this human will belong to the human race, and it is not like the will of the world, all things are equal.

Wu Mingkong only saw this, and the rest still needs to be observed.

"Then I'll decide that my brother will not regret it tomorrow."
Chapter completed!