The daily life of the river god

The weasel spirit was stunned for a second, then nodded uncertainly: "It seems to have been hit. At that time, Lu Wenren covered his head..."

But the river god covered it for a short time, and he didn't hear the man say anything about being injured during the whole process, and the weasel spirit was not sure whether Poseidon hit or missed.

He who was carrying him forward raised his hand on the spot, threw the weasel spirit out, turned around and walked towards the small western-style building.

"I remembered that there was something else to do."

The weasel spirit was thrown by him like this, and his mind almost turned dizzy. He hurriedly hugged the mobile phone that was almost broken, and jumped up and down three times to catch up with him and asked him, "What about Poseidon, just leave him alone?"

The person who reopened the courtyard door said indifferently, "I'm dead, so there's nothing to worry about."

After the words fell, the courtyard door opened and people had already entered.

He stood on the threshold and looked sideways at the weasel spirit standing outside the courtyard, "Come in too. If he wakes up tomorrow and doesn't see you, he doesn't know what he will do. If he doesn't want to die, go to your cardboard box." Just stay in the house."

"But I still have..." The thing, the weasel spirit jumped into the yard on the spot under the cold eyes of the scorpion, and got into the cardboard box at the fastest speed, hoeing the ground with its yellow-brown head, holding the Head: "Sleep, sleep, I don't know anything."

What he said is right, Poseidon is dead, and it is not important to see a corpse now.

It slept in a cardboard box, then re-entered the second floor of the small western building, quietly took off its shoes and entered the bedroom next door.

On the dark golden two-meter bed, Lu Wenren was lying quietly on it, fast asleep.

Rumble!

There was a muffled thunder outside the small foreign building, and the weasel spirit lying on its stomach in the small garden shook its tail in fright, and looked up cautiously at the sky.

After making sure that it was just a normal thunderclap, the hanging heart that didn't come to strike him relaxed.

In the bedroom on the second floor, following the sound of thunder, the sleeping person on the big bed turned over and faced the non-human standing beside the bed.

A dark unicorn protruded from Lu Wenren's forehead.

The thunder above the head became more intensive, a large amount of water vapor appeared in the sky above Zengcheng, and a torrential rain roared.

He stood by the bed, watching the little Jiaolong sleeping soundly on the big bed first grow a single horn on its head, and with the first drop of rain falling, black scales began to grow on its exposed arms.

The little Jiaolong who has just grown up can't completely control his instincts, he will turn into a Jiaolong when it encounters rainy days, and he can't help but want to get into the clouds and shuttle.

Although Lu Wenren fell asleep and didn't want to fly to the sky to play, his body still transformed into a dragon involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, the human lying on the two-meter bed disappeared, leaving a small black one-horned dragon with a length of only two or three meters and a thick arm. Its long tail was wrapped around the quilt.

"Tsk, it's ugly."

Pig turned his eyes away in disgust, he looked decent when he was a human, but when he became a dragon, he was pitch-black.

Sure enough, the Luzhai family couldn't raise any good sons, nor could they raise good-looking dragons.

The disliked Jiao lay on the bed, unaware that his body had been disliked from head to toe.

This rain made the people on the big bed stretch and feel refreshed.

When the person who woke up in the morning opened his eyes and saw the long black tail lying on the big bed, he hugged it curiously and squeezed it.

The icy touch woke up the river god who had just fallen asleep. This was his own tail, and he transformed unconsciously.

When he came over, he saw the little Jiaolong lying on the big bed like a cat, the upper part of his body was a human, the lower part was a tail, holding his black tail with both hands, he was having a great time playing.

After getting used to that face gradually, he forgot his purpose of coming to open the door for a while.

The fairy playing with her tail on the big bed also jumped up quickly after hearing the sound of the door opening, and after covering her tail tightly with the quilt, she looked seriously at the non-human standing at the door: "What's the matter?"

"There is a drowned hen in the garden." Hui came back to his senses, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "The yellow one is lying in a cardboard box."

Master Heshen, who was holding on to the quilt, tried his best to hold back his tail, and he still didn't forget to answer his question: "That's a little weasel spirit. It just came out of the deep mountains to practice. I think it will start talking before it can speak human words." Pick it up, go out first and I'll deal with it after I change my clothes."

Xun glanced at the arched quilt, hooked the corners of his mouth and walked out.

He walked forward, and the person sitting on the big bed in the bedroom lifted the quilt and took a look at his black tail, and let out a long breath.

"You have to lock the door next time, or it will damage my image."

Before leaving the house, his brothers specifically told him that when dealing with people and those demons and ghosts in the human world, he should be calm and not show timidity or immaturity, otherwise he would not be convincing.

Recently, apart from occasionally playing with his tail in the bathroom, Lu Wenren strictly abides by his brothers' instructions when he leaves the bathroom door.

When he packed himself up and went downstairs, Jin had already sat down at the long table downstairs and had breakfast.

Lu Wenren hurried to the small garden and found the small cardboard box he had left yesterday. Inside, a little weasel spirit who had been soaked by the rain was still squatting obediently inside.

When she saw him coming, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him eagerly.

"Why don't you know to hide under the eaves when it's raining?" Lu Wenren bent down to pick up the little non-human, and went back to the living room to find a clean towel to wrap it up.

The weasel spirit lay in the palm of his hand, squinting at the non-human eating at the long table.

I complained from the bottom of my heart: "I want to come in, but I don't have the guts."

He was so angry that he was not allowed to enter the living room.

The thunderbolts hit the top of the head one after another. The weasel spirit and Poseidon partnered to kill the river god.

The image of Poseidon being struck into carbon by lightning is still vivid in his memory, even if he had ten guts, he would not dare to walk around in this small western building at will.

If the thunder fell and struck him on the head, all his hundreds of years of practice would be lost.

"It looks quite cute." Lu Wenren wiped the small non-human animal clean, put it on the sofa, took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the little weasel, and stroked its furry a few times. head.

"You are so stupid and have no skills. I have a place where I can introduce you."

"You are stupid! Your whole family is stupid!" The weasel spirit, who dared not speak, slandered inwardly, but was innocent on the surface.

After eating breakfast slowly, hearing the one-sided conversation between them, he interrupted: "Where are you going to send it?"

"There is an old zoo in the direction of Yuqing Palace. I heard that the business is not good. The wolf in it is actually a dog. There are many other animals that are not the right ones. It looks so cute, and practicing in it will not only increase the income of the zoo. , there is also a safe place to eat and live, otherwise, with its character of letting it stay in the rain and not moving, I am afraid that it will be caught and skinned by others when it goes out."

After Lu Wenren finished speaking, he thoughtfully took out his river god seal, and stamped a mark on the weasel spirit's head on the spot.

Looking at the weasel spirit who had been stunned after being stamped, Lu Wenren rubbed the other's smooth fur again: "With my seal of the river god, you will not be afraid of danger in the west area in the future. The Seal of the River God can let me sense your position at critical moments, and I will appear when I am in danger."

Isn't that the same as a locator, the river god will know if he will do something bad in the future, and he may be caught if he doesn't escape from the scene.

The weasel spirit lost his face on the spot, and crawled listlessly on the sofa, thinking that if he had known this earlier, he might as well have forcibly escaped in the middle of the night last night, ignoring the threat of the scorpion.

Compared with his complaints here, in the small woods not far from the old stone bridge, a piece of loose soil was gradually washed out of a mud ditch under the heavy rain overnight.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, buried two meters deep, was covered in black carbon and soil. When the rainwater seeped through the ground and fell on him.

I saw that the black carbon that had been out of breath for a night began to get wet, "Crack!"

A piece of black carbon was soaked by the rain and cracked a gap, exposing a few golden strands of hair underneath.

Apollo, who was coming by plane from Greece, suddenly discovered last night that his friend's light of Godhead had gone out.

Booked a ticket to the eastern country on the spot, and the two have never seen each other since this friend smuggled away decades ago.

I didn't expect that this time, I would suddenly feel that the opponent's godhead was in danger of being wiped out.

Although he and Poseidon had a big fight about Zeus last time and ignored each other, in Apollo's mind, the other party was still his best friend.

If he knew who killed Poseidon, Apollo looked at the weapon that was disguised as an ordinary zither after he also bought a plane ticket, and made a silent decision.

Sitting in the first-class cabin of the plane, the handsome blond guy with nine heads looked sadly at the drizzle outside the window, immersed in the unexpected accident of his friend.

Little did he know that his classic and elegant appearance and slightly melancholic temperament had already caused many people to find excuses to sneak over to take photos of him secretly, and some people wanted to come over and ask for his contact information.

These were all blocked by the flight attendant without hesitation.

What are you kidding, such a good-looking guest sits there like a picture perfect.

When the red-haired and blue-eyed flight attendant pushed the dining car quietly past, she looked at the guest from the corner of her eye. It was a face incarnate of beauty, just like the legendary sun god Apollo.

It is said that this sun god is the most beautiful person in the world and the prototype of beauty.

She has never seen a living Sun God, but she knows that this person in front of her is also so beautiful that people can't describe it in words.

Beside the old stone bridge in the western district of Zengcheng, the new Lord River God didn't know that someone was coming to settle accounts with him.

He is currently squatting next to the river temple with an umbrella, quietly looking at the river channel that has been disinfected and exposed to the sun for several days. Now, under the irrigation of rainwater, the water level is slowly rising.

Holding a mobile phone in one hand, the God of the River is searching for fish farming secrets on the Internet, planning to use his river channel to raise fish and shrimps, and strive to achieve independent income.

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