so cute

The fairy stared at the fairy on the seat in a daze.

Without him, it is that he has never seen Xianjun so strange.Xianjun would pull his ears, touch the top of his head, and straighten his neckline... He stared at God without knowing it, and it was not until Xianjun cast a cold gaze at him that he suddenly came back to his senses, Hastily lowered his head.

At this time, he thought about it carefully, and found that Xianjun seemed to be holding something in his hand... what kind of spirit beast?It just seems that I have never heard of a palm-sized spirit beast.

And even if it is a spirit beast, it cannot reach the palm of Xianjun.

When the gods and beasts arrive at Gushe Mountain, they will all serve as gatekeepers for Xianjun!Didn't you see that Qilin is still lying beside the long steps outside the hall?

With doubts, this person bowed to Xianjun with others, and then saw Xianjun get up suddenly and leave in a hurry.

The rest of the people showed panic again.

"Are the rumors true?"

"In the world, only Xianjun can see the past and the future. Didn't he lift his eyes just now and see the secrets of heaven and see some great events?"

They discussed in low voices.

Only the fairy remained silent.

He always felt...as if it had something to do with the thing held in Xianjun's palm.

This Zhuowu entered another side hall, and put Jingjiu wine on the table.

His face was cold.

Today we have three chapters.

Don't poke around in my clothes.

Don't jump around on my head, on my ears, on my shoulders.

Evil things don't get too close to me...

The words entered Zhuowu's throat, but he couldn't get them out.

Jing Jiujiu had "I understand" written all over his face. Whenever he was cold, impatient and restrained, it was Bai Yuhuai who wanted to do intimate things with him.But he is a paper man now!

Jing Jiujiu grabbed the hem of Zhuo Wu's clothes and climbed up again.

In the end, he still grabbed Zhuo Wu's hair and hung upside down, kissed his mouth, and then walked away lightly.

Zhuo Wu paused there, swallowed the words in his throat even deeper, and finally said nothing.

It's just...he seemed to be sucked away by this evil thing again!

It is really……

Zhuowu thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

Jing Jiujiu, on the other hand, has gone for a stroll by himself.

After strolling to the vegetable garden planted by Lingzhi, Jing Jiujiu picked up a branch and began to draw some words on the ground that the servant could not understand.

Jing Jiujiu is thinking——

Obviously, what he first entered into was the past he had experienced.

Why did it become Bai Yuhuai's past at the end?

Although Zhuowu is Bai Yuhuai.

But he still has to return to reality.

Jing Jiujiu swiped across the ground, but failed to list possible breakthrough points in the end.

"Forget it." Jing Jiujiu whispered.

He has only a little bit of knowledge about metaphysics, myths and legends.Why bother yourself?

"It's better to ask Zhuowu."

Jing Jiujiu gave up quickly, then swaggered again and walked slowly towards the outside of the garden.The god attendant watched helplessly as he brought disaster to the Lingyuan.

Except for wiping a handful of shocked tears down the back.

They can't do anything!

"Xianjun treats this evil thing very connivingly!"

They thought they spoke in a low voice, but Jing Jiujiu actually heard them all.Do not treat me well?Is it good for you?

Jing Jiu smacked his lips.

I was distracted and thought for a while, wondering if there is that "Du Wei" young man among these god servants?

Jing Jiujiu walked forward while thinking.

Since coming here, after Jing Jiujiu wandered out, whether he can return to Zhuowu's residence before dark depends entirely on fate.

No way, the legs are too short.

Afraid of riding the wind, one accidentally fell to the foot of the mountain.

So most of them rely on Zhuo Wu to pick him up.

But I walked a long, long way today, and I didn't see any shadow of Zhuo Wu.

"Was Bai Yuhuai a thousand years ago so stingy?" Jing Jiujiu whispered, and saw a servant running towards him, squatting down, carefully holding him up, and whispering something.The general idea is that Bai Yuhuai, ah no, Zhuowu, ordered him to take him back.

The god attendant carried him into his arms and quickly returned to the hut.

Then Jing Jiujiu also vaguely understood from the conversations of several god servants that Zhuowu was in the library at the moment.

Zhuo Wu still doesn't know why this "evil thing" can suck his qi away, so he looked through the classics to find the reason.

When Jing Jiujiu commanded the servant to carry him into the main hall of Zangshuge, Zhuo Wu was turning a page:

"Double cultivation, blending breaths, regardless of each other"

"Who trespassed?" Zhuo Wu turned around slowly with a cold face.

He saw the servant first.

The god attendant knelt on the ground in fright, raised his hands high, and showed the little paper man held in his palm.

Zhuo Wu lost his grip for a moment, and the book in his hand dropped with a "snap".

With a thought in his mind, the book quickly flew up again and returned to the bookshelf.But it still looks a bit embarrassed.

"...Bring him over here." Zhuo Wu made a sound.

When he finished speaking, he suddenly moved again, walked up to the God Attendant, and squeezed Jingjiu by himself.

The God Servant knew the interest and naturally withdrew.

Zhuo Wu looked at Jingjiu wine.

He couldn't imagine what the little paper figurine looked like... maybe it should be pretty, with a cute face?

The few words in the book have vaguely pieced together a complete experience in Zhuo Wu's mind.

Zhuo Wu: "Are you from a later life?"

Jing Jiujiu: "No,... also." He didn't know how to describe it.So I asked him: "Do you know the Mirror of Mirrors?"

The professional noun vocabulary like Jian Xiangjing is too different from the ancient language, and Zhuo Wu couldn't understand his meaning for a while.

Jing Jiujiu was also slightly at a loss: "You are from my past. Or...you are from your own past..."

"I just came to a past experience."

"I'm real."

And you, are false.

Zhuo Wu was silent for a moment, wondering if he understood what Jing Jiujiu meant, but he whispered, "I see."

Zhuo Wu didn't turn over the book again, he took Jing Jiujiu and walked out slowly.

When he stepped out of the palace gate, Zhuo Wu's voice sounded low again, and he asked: "You will leave in the future, won't you?"

Jing Jiujiu probably understood, so he nodded his head.

Zhuowu said that sentence again: "I know."

Afterwards, he stopped speaking, and the expression on his face was the same as before, making it hard to tell what was in his mind.

On the second day, Zhuo Wu walked around Gushe Mountain with Jing Jiujiu in his pocket, instead of letting Jing Jiujiu wander around by himself.

Every time he went to a place, Zhuo Wu would talk to him lightly, what was flying over, what was growing on the ground, what was the origin of that stone...

"This grass is named 'Xianghe'."

"Becoming an immortal doesn't mean much. Many immortals lose all taste and lust after dispelling the turbid qi. When they become immortals for a while, they want to taste all the flavors of the world again. But they can't get the turbid qi back. Then I will take this herb to restore my five senses."

Jing Jiujiu heard it, eating this grass, you can taste the taste of the world.

Oh!

If he took a bite, wouldn't he have all five senses?

Jing Jiujiu jumped down from Zhuo Wu's neckline, went straight to the grass, hugged it first, and then began to pull it out with difficulty... But the grass was so tough that it couldn't be pulled out no matter how hard it was.

Seeing nothing, Zhuowu bent over, stretched out his hand and pulled it out: "Do you want it?"

Jing Jiujiu pointed to his mouth.

But his mouth is so small.

The paper figurine still looks flat.

How can I eat it?

"Want to eat?"

Jing Jiujiu nodded repeatedly.

Zhuo Wu put the grass into his mouth.

Jingjiu:?

Zhuo Wu chewed and swallowed slowly, and when he lowered his eyes, a scratch appeared on his fingertips.Then he squatted down and wiped a little blood from his fingertips on Jing Jiujiu's extremely small mouth.

Jing Jiu smacked his lips.

Obviously there was only a little blood, but he hiccupped immediately.

Zhuo Wuyan watched the paper figurine absorb all his blood.

Not to mention evil things in this world, even ordinary gods can't bear his blood.

Only the little paper man sucked it clean, and after eating and drinking enough, he still hugged his fingers and climbed up the back of his hand.

Zhuo Wu gave it a light lift, and picked it up again.

I really have double-cultivated with this "evil thing".

In the future, I have double cultivated with him.

Zhuo Wu lowered his eyes calmly.

Until Jing Jiujiu climbed onto his ear, stepped on it twice, touched it,...why does it seem a little hot?

Jing Jiu put the wine to the back of his mind, and began to beep next to his ear, regardless of whether he could understand it or not: "You know, a person first fell into the Nai River, that is, the Styx River, and then ate Hanba. From now on, no matter what you touch, your flesh and blood will catch fire... What should I do?"

"Hanba?" Zhuo Wu only understood this.

It was the next morning again.

Jing Jiujiu opened his eyes, and found that there was another person in the hut, who was tied with gold ropes all over his body. He was eight feet tall, with a shawl, long fangs, a thin figure and dark skin, struggling with a ferocious face, and stomped his feet. , poked a scorched black hole in the jade floor, stretched out his hand, and lit a pinch of fire on the pillar... What, Hanba? ? ?

Jingjiu:? ? ?

Abba, aba, I don't want a Hanba!

Gushe Mountain was completely deserted overnight.

The servant almost cried and collapsed in the vegetable garden.

Jing Jiujiu jumped down, afraid that he would be ordered by Han Yan, so he hurriedly walked around him and walked out with difficulty.

The outside has simply changed.

The little paper figurines all opened their mouths wide in surprise.

Could it be that soon... the court of God will collapse and the sun and the moon will be darkened? !

Jing Jiujiu grabbed a god attendant: "Where did you Xianjun go?"

The servant did not understand.

Jing Jiujiu made gestures at him, and finally grabbed the corner of the servant's clothes, dabbed some ink, and drew a simple version of Zhuo Wu's head.

His skull is well drawn and very representative.

A person's head, with a cloud on top of it, is nothing but turbidity.

The god servant understood and told him: "Xianjun is going on a long trip."

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

Oh wow.

Jing Jiujiu found another small room and began to worry about what to do.

He was worried, and he closed his eyes because he was too bored.

After closing his eyes, his perspective suddenly took a 180-degree turn——

"Meet Xianjun."

He heard a voice, and then saw a fairy-like man with feathers on his head and a long-sleeved robe, coming forward.

Then he saw Zhuo Wu standing in front of the man.

Zhuo Wu's figure is still tall and straight, just standing there, he looks like a cedar standing alone on the top of a mountain, like a star and moon shining unattainable, but also has the majesty of mountains and rivers, and the aura that swallows heaven and earth.

Jing Jiujiu was slightly taken aback.

But Bai Yuhuai has always been so good-looking and imposing.

Jing Jiujiu looked at them from the perspective of God.

He looked at the excited look on the man's face, not like a fairy, but like an ordinary person who is afraid of death.He talked to Zhuowu in a low voice about the recent speculation and panic from all parties, and asked whether the gods would really perish?

Zhuowu: "Yeah."

"We were born because of the immortal king, and naturally only the immortal king can save us from the plight of extinction. Please show me the immortal king."

In an instant, Zhuo Wu responded indifferently: "Yes." He slowly raised his eyes.

His eyes were beautiful, but there seemed to be no emotion in them.

Zhuo Wu raised his hand and grabbed the man's neck, drawing out a ball of golden light and a faint white light.

Thanks to Bai Yuhuai's experience of skinning and breaking Du Wei's youth, Jing Jiujiu recognized it—it was the man's consciousness and soul.

There was no earth-shattering, ghosts crying and wolves howling, everything came so peacefully.

With a pinch of his two fingers, the soul was smashed to pieces.Only the consciousness is left.

Zhuo Wu, began to kill the gods.