My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

At this time in the hall

Herobrine was sitting on the throne as usual, holding a meeting with his subordinates. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he began to ask where a certain guy who was not present had gone.

"Huh? That guy Galan? He seems to be hanging some red lanterns? I wonder how he got that thing..." The undead scratched his head and answered as if he recalled something.

"Lantern? What is that?" Null asked confusedly.

"I don't know either... but I heard him say it seemed like they were going to celebrate some festival, and I seemed to have seen the Dreadlord just now... Isn't that guy in the underworld?" The undead shook his head slightly. Galan was indeed a little abnormal today.

Galan, Galan is here. With a bang, the door was kicked open by someone, and everyone looked at him.

Before Herobrine could speak, Galan interrupted him and took out two large red couplets.

"First couplet: Time is ruthless and the wind is deliberate"

"Love in the mortal world is in the heart"

"?"

Next, the group of people watched Galan slowly climb up the door frame of the main hall and post the couplet.

"What are you doing?" 303 suddenly asked while looking at the busy figure of that guy.

"The New Year is coming soon, so of course we're putting up couplets! You foreigners definitely don't understand this!" Galan raised his eyebrows, then turned his gaze to the Angel of Death.

"Huh?" The Angel of Death was a little confused as to why this guy was suddenly staring at him.

Galan pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to the God of the Dead sitting on the throne.

"Oh~ my dear king! You shouldn't have anything important to do recently, right? We have been together for so long... Do you want to spend the New Year with little Galan?" Galan's lips curled up slightly, forming a beautiful arc, and his blue-pink eyes seemed to sparkle with a warmer light than usual.

“…Is that the festival you mentioned?” Herobrine narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the guy’s face, as if he was thinking about something. Then he said as if he had compromised, “Well, that’s fine…”

“???” At this time, those people below were already full of questions. They didn’t expect that our king would agree so suddenly.

"Then you can't use your divine power! You have to do this yourself. Come down quickly and hang lanterns with me!" Galan seemed to be getting more and more demanding and actually started to summon only their king.

"When did this guy become so courageous?" The Undead was even more confused now.

Herobrine was silent for a moment, and under everyone's surprised gaze, he slowly walked down from the throne.

The group looked at each other and sighed helplessly. Their king had already acquiesced, so what else could they say?

"Then my dear Angel of Death! I'd like you to hang these lanterns high up in the End City!" Galan quickly stuffed a few lanterns into the Angel of Death's hand, patted him on the shoulder and handed this difficult task to the winged guy.

"Well... do we have to hang them all up?" The Angel of Death stared at the red lantern in his hand and asked him.

"Yes! I have calculated it all! Remember not to put it crooked!"

So, the following scene appeared.

Their supreme king used his ability to fly to hang some red lanterns and small ornaments in the corners of the hall.

He even caught some passing monsters on the way to do work for him. As a king, it's normal for him to have a few little monsters at his disposal, right?

The Undead and Blue Demon were hanging lanterns on the training ground, because those two guys were usually in charge of that area. With the appearance of the Blue Demon, the Undead could finally unload some of the responsibility.

The Angel of Death is in charge of decorating the walls of the End City, which is a bit of a test of your aesthetic taste. Whether the exterior looks good or not depends entirely on him.

Null and Ander were responsible for the rooms in the other areas and most of the decoration aspects.

Miss Shifna is in charge of the decoration design of the attic and roof. It must be said that this lady has a very good vision.

The Dreadlord who came back from the netherworld was assigned a task by Galan to make fireworks, which he said would be used later. And with the dark sky of the End City and the fireworks, who knows how brilliant the colors would be.

Galan was very pleased to see everyone busy. Then, as if he remembered something, he took out the glass bead-sized crystal lying in his pocket and restored it to its original shape.

How can we not invite Xiao Qingfeng from the other dimension next door on such a beautiful day? Maybe we can even meet our king from their side~ This is so interesting!

The crystal ball began to connect to Bai Qingfeng's world in another dimension.

After the two chatted for a while, they finally got it done. Suddenly, a black and purple portal slowly rose in the center of the training ground, and friends from another dimension walked out of it.

"? What's going on over there?" The undead seemed to be the first to notice the situation over there and exchanged glances with the blue demon. The two of them began to move towards that side in tacit understanding.

"Galan, we are here." Bai Qingfeng led the way towards Galan, and behind him were people with reserved looks on their faces, because Xiaofeng had told them before they came that if anyone dared to fight with the people here this time, he would not be brought along next time.

So, a group of people followed Bai Qingfeng in a mighty and obedient manner and approached the fortress.

"Xiao Feng, I feel the same breath as mine," 'him' suddenly came close to him and said.

"Don't mind it, we'll see each other later." Bai Qingfeng smiled slightly, then turned his head to look at the man in front of him and asked, "Galan, where is your king?"

At this time they also noticed the undead and blue demons slowly walking towards here.

"My king? He went to help me hang the lanterns," Galan curled his lips and raised a gentle smile. Then he introduced the two guys who were slowly walking towards him: "By the way, let me introduce you to the dead spirit, this is the blue devil..."

"You are actually a skeleton, unlike me. I am a werewolf." The 'Dead Spirit' stared at the skeleton in front of him in surprise, and then asked the man next to him: "Xiao Feng, didn't you say that it was you in a parallel world? Why is he different from me?"

"I've already said it's a parallel world, there are bound to be deviations, it's impossible for them to be exactly the same," Bai Qingfeng responded to him helplessly.

"Okay, well, hello, I'm also a Death Knight." 'Dead Soul' greeted himself in another world.

"Well, hello," the undead folded his elbows and responded slightly.

Seeing that these people didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Blue Devil turned around and continued to work on his things.

"Xiao Feng, he is so aloof." The poor little dog 'Dead Spirit' came up to Bai Qingfeng and whispered.

"Well...then don't play with him."

"it is good"

"Come on, Xiaofeng, I'll take you inside. It's not a good idea to just stand here." Galan suddenly spoke to break the deadlock, but he seemed to have forgotten something important.

"Okay." Bai Qingfeng nodded and led the group of people behind him, following Galan who was leading the way, into the main hall.

Main hall.

Until Galan led them to the main hall to rest and prepared some tea and snacks.

When he turned around, he found that his king, who was hanging lanterns in the main hall, was slowly descending from mid-air.

Herobrine's face was like an ice sculpture, he stood there quietly, as if waiting for someone to explain to him.

Galan and his Herobrine looked at each other, and at this moment he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

* Galan suddenly broke out in a sweat

"That King... they are my friends from another dimension... and I was thinking about the New Year, so I invited them over. I kind of forgot to tell you just now..." Galan was so flustered that he was afraid that he would suddenly lose his temper and fight with everyone present.

However, Herobrine only glanced at everyone present, stayed on another "self" who looked similar to himself for 1 second, and then turned his gaze back to Galan.

Herobrine didn't say anything, and even slowly stepped forward to take the two lanterns from Galan's hands. He said to Bai Qingfeng and others without any emotion: "Welcome to the End City."

Then, he gave Galan's little head the first slap of the New Year at lightning speed, and teleported directly to another area.

"Hiss..." Galan rubbed his little head in pain. Before he could say anything, the other party disappeared.

"Hahaha! My king is angry, but not completely angry." The undead came out from somewhere and began to mock his real name.

"You! You! Shut up!" Galan's face turned slightly red. He was so angry that he stepped forward and wanted to kick the undead, but he dodged it.

"Come on, it seems that the training you mentioned before is indeed useful." The undead seemed to be familiar with this guy's routine, thanks to the so-called special training of a certain "Old Six" a few days ago.

At this time, the 'Dead Spirit' looked at this scene and whispered to Bai Qingfeng, "Xiao Feng, this king actually hits people on the head."

"What's so surprising about this? Isn't our king usually pretty good?" Having said this, Bai Qingfeng turned his head slightly, glanced at 'him' who had no reaction, and pushed the 'undead's' furry head a little further away.

"It seems so." The Undead stood up again.

"Where's 303 here? I want to meet him." '303' spoke up at this time, because he wanted to see if the other 'him' here was as handsome as him.

"Sanzai" Bai Qingfeng warned helplessly.

"Okay, I'll meet you." '303' still had a playful smile on his face.

What was the fear doing at this time? He was looking at the couplet on the gate, exclaiming like an old man, "Well written, well written."

'null' stood beside 'him' from beginning to end without saying a word.

"King, don't be so nervous, relax a little, we are here to have fun." Bai Qingfeng turned his head to look at his own king who was sitting next to him, and signaled him not to be too restrained.

"I know, I just observed him here and found that his humanity is greater than his divinity.

I don’t quite understand. Isn’t the first step to becoming a God to abandon human nature?

Since he didn't abandon his humanity, how did he become a god? "'him's' face turned colder, and he seemed unable to understand his every move in this world.

"Wang, don't think too much. It's you after all. There's nothing wrong with it. We're here to celebrate the New Year. Don't make the atmosphere so heavy."

"okay"

"By the way, Wang, this is for you." Bai Qingfeng took out a red scarf from somewhere and wrapped it around 'him'. The scarf was exactly the same as the one on his neck.

"I'm not cold." 'Him' seemed to have misunderstood something and tilted his head in confusion.

"Even if it's not cold, you still have to gather around. The New Year should be festive."

"Um"

"Xiao Feng! You are biased. Why do you only give it to Wang? I want one too." Seeing this scene, the 'Undead' started to make a fuss.

"Okay, okay, you have one too." Bai Qingfeng held his forehead helplessly, and took out a red scarf from somewhere and wrapped it around the 'Dead Spirit'.