Changning Grass Jelly

He lay down on the ground again, with his arms pillowed behind his head, and said, "Actually, you must be capable."

My eyes lit up: "Are you willing to trust me and let me save you?"

He turned his face and looked at me seriously: "You can see the alcoholic in this room, which shows that there is still a little foundation, but..."

I leaned in front of him and said excitedly, "But what?"

He jokingly smiled: "It doesn't matter whether it's a demon or a fairy."

Demon?

Damn, you actually said that I, who is so charming and charming, am a demon?

Looking at the entire God Realm, leaving aside those deformed gods with giant eyes, clairvoyance, big ears, big-headed birthday stars, long-hued Taibai, etc., the one who looks the most like a god is me!

Are your eyes lame, and you actually said that this fairy is a demon?

He looked at me with interest.

After a while.

I finally made up my mind, and said slowly: "Don't you just want me to show off my immortality before you believe me? I am satisfied."

In the night wind, my whole body was filled with fairy energy, and the divine light surrounded me, making the starlight dim and the moonlight dull.

As soon as I raised my sleeves, the wide sleeves swayed in the wind, as if I wanted to ride the wind back home, only to hear a crashing sound, accompanied by the crashing sound, several spiritual lights rose from the ground, but disappeared in the sky.

He looked at me with good eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said: "You really didn't lie to me, but..."

I said, "But why did you raise your hands and demolish your dilapidated wooden house?"

Standing on the broken tiles and broken wall, he nodded blankly, his face was full of haze, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

I smiled, put away my fairy spirit, walked up to him and patted the ashes on his body, flicked the dirt off the warhead, and said earnestly: "I have no other choice."

He grabbed my collar angrily, and shouted: "Either explain it clearly to me, or rebuild the wooden house for me!"

I grinned and said, "Don't be so angry, you asked me to prove it to you, and I was forced to do nothing!"

"What does your proving your identity with immortal energy have anything to do with tearing down my house?!"

I stroked his hand grabbing my collar, and said, "It's directly related."

He stared at me fiercely, and I looked at him helplessly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "To show off your divine power?"

I half closed my eyes, smiled, and said, "To save those drunkards, including you."

He calmed down, and loosened his grip on my collar in vain: "How do you say that?"

I stretched out my index finger, pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the ground, and said: "Heaven has the virtue of being good at life, and the earth has the grace of being good at raising. The gods naturally follow this principle of heaven and never dare to violate it. Therefore, there is still half a point." I hope that we will never dare to encircle and destroy the heinous and unforgiving villains. Of course, what I said is just the premise~" I paused, and looked at his increasingly dark complexion , then changed the subject, "However, there are more than a dozen ghosts in your house!"

He said, "So what?"

"Ghosts belong to yin, immortals belong to yang, not to mention the ghosts of drunkards are very yin, if I release the celestial energy and be trapped in the same room with them, they will surely disappear in the blink of an eye..." I lowered my voice, feeling very wronged Said, "You said, so and so, can I not demolish your house immediately?"

He said: "So those auras that rose from the ground just now..."

I giggled: "It's those drunkards, they've already left~"

Grass insects chirp, leaves rustle.

He stared at me with a strange expression, and said, "You said you came to ferry me?"

I nodded happily: "You finally agreed to let me cross?"

He said, "Is there any price?"

I widened my eyes and looked at him innocently: "Do you think it's a business? We gods never charge for it, and we're not monsters."

He frowned and said, "Why did you pick me?"

I looked up at the moon and smiled with a fairy air: "God's will."

He smiled disdainfully: "I never believe in God's will."

I said: "Hey, it's okay if you don't believe it, don't you dare to say that meeting me is not God's will?"

He said: "It may not be God's will..."

I grinned, "What's that?"

He said, "Maybe it's God's punishment~"

I squinted my eyes: "You say it again?!"

A look of innocence suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Don't say good things twice, you didn't hear clearly, why are you angry at me?"

Hey, I'm so, I'm so...

I'm really speechless.

He said: "Let's talk about it first. Although you said you want to help me, I will never tell you any information about my past. If you have the ability, you can use your mana to see it."

I sighed and said, "Then... why don't you have the ability?"

He patted me on the shoulder with admiration on his face: "You have no ability, how dare you come out to mess around?"

I said stubbornly: "Do you know your past information? What does it have to do with me wanting to help you?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't you know what era it is?"

I firmly suppressed my old-fashioned breath, and looked at him vigilantly: "What era?"

He smiled disdainfully again: "Of course it's the information age!"

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