The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 1063: Divine Creation Derivative World 9
When Sikong Zhuchen got out of the shower, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

At night, I vaguely felt something approaching, but because the smell was so familiar, I turned over, stretched out my hand to suppress the disturbing little thing, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
A good night's sleep.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight came in, Sikong Zhu opened his eyes slowly.

Standing up straight, my mind is a little messed up.

Stretching out his hand to caress his forehead, thinking that when he was half asleep and half awake last night, there seemed to be something bad that disturbed his dream, so he looked around.

Then he saw the sword lying quietly beside him.

Stretching out his hand, he flicked the sword lightly, "Why, you still want to fight with me for bed?"

Jian lying on the bed trembled slightly, exuding protest all over his body, and soon, he became quiet again.

Sikong Zhu Shen thought it was funny, a sword, and would sleep in late.

Throwing off the quilt, she walked straight to the bathroom after getting out of bed.

When he came out after washing, he saw that the sword was already running around in the room.

Stretching out his hand, he waved at the sword, and the Shajian consciously slipped into his hand.

"Why are you wandering around so early in the morning?" He put the sword on the bedside cabinet and walked towards the closet.

After changing his clothes, he walked to the bedside table, picked up the sword, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He looked down at the sword in his arms, "Why is it so hot? The sword can also get sick?"

After staying in the human world for such a long time, I also know that human beings will have a fever when they get sick and catch a cold.

Seeing the evil sword lying quietly in his hand, Sikong Zhu felt a little suspicious.

Shajian already has a sword spirit, maybe the sword spirit will also get sick.

Holding Jian in hand, he quickly walked out of the room.

In the hall, the Empress of the Underworld, the God of Medicine, and the God of Time and Space were discussing the method of creating a derivative world.

Sikong Zhu Shen walked up to the God of Medicine, "Take a look, is it sick?"

The three empresses of the underworld "...???" This is the first time I heard that Jian will get sick.

"No." The God of Medicine shook his head.

Sikong Zhu couldn't believe it, he lowered his head and felt it on the sword, it didn't seem to be hot anymore.

There was some doubt in my heart, but I didn't ask any more, but sat next to the three of them holding the sword, and listened to the three of them continuing to discuss.

He is just a part-time worker, and the creation of the derivative world still requires the three of them.

The god of medicine can create life, the god of time and space can open up space and control time, and the queen of hell can control the world's reincarnation.

And he, apart from fighting, can do nothing.

……

"I asked you to watch the sword for me. Is that how you see it?" Sikong Zhu looked at the God of Time and Space who was holding the sword in one hand and a feeding bottle in the other, feeding the sword and drinking milk like a child, and his heart was very complicated.

The God of Time and Space raised his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Sikong Zhuchen, with a smile that never changed at the corner of his mouth, "But it likes it very much." He raised the sword in his arms towards Sikong Zhuchen, "It's milk tea .”

Sikong Zhu Shen saw that Shajian was drinking gurgling.

The milk tea in the bottle is decreasing at a visible speed.

Sikong Zhushen "..." Why use a milk bottle to put milk tea?

No, that doesn't seem to be the point.

His sword only drinks wine!

He strode up to the God of Time and Space, took the sword back, and looked down at the sword in his hand, "Didn't it tell you not to drink what strangers gave you?"

Sha Jian trembled slightly, silently resisting.

The God of Time and Space raised his head slightly, looked at Sikong Zhu Shen and helped Shajian reply, "But I'm not a stranger."

Sikong Zhu Shen "..."

Sit across from the God of Time and Space, and reach out to the God of Time and Space.

The God of Time and Space handed the milk bottle in his hand to Sikong Zhuchen.

Sikong Zhushen took the milk bottle, and slammed it in front of the sword.

(End of this chapter)