Fast Time Travel: My Host Show

Chapter 213 Your fairy script is online (2)

The woman stepped on the flying sword and came in white clothes on the wind. The little boy's pure eyes stayed on the woman, but his body did not move a bit.

"You and I are destined to be masters and disciples. From now on, you will be my disciple."

The little boy raised his head, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a little bit of brilliance.

The woman held out her hand to the little boy, and the little boy put his little hand into the woman's.

"This seat sees your bones are clear and you have a good figure, so I will call you Fan Yu!"

From then on, the Emperor of the God Realm had his only disciple - Fan Yu.

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The Holy Meeting of Accepting Disciples is held every ten thousand years.

When the gods saw the emperor leading a little boy, the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and the gods who were walking around returned to their places.

Fan Er, who was an emperor of Tsinghua and noble spirit, was shocked and wished that she had never been to the temple.But he was thinking in his heart, every time the emperor didn't come to the apprentice saint meeting, why did he come today? So much so that he didn't prepare for the emperor's position.

"I don't know that the emperor is so honored that I couldn't greet you from afar, so please forgive me."

Then, all the gods in the temple bowed down, "Welcome to the Emperor."

"Forget it." With a faint voice, a cool feeling lingered in every god's heart.

These gods are too troublesome, always asking questions that they know the answers to.

Xuan Ling didn't want to get entangled with them, so he just said lightly, "From now on, Fan Yu is my apprentice." Then he turned and left.

The trembling gods dropped their jaws in shock, looked up in shock, and saw the emperor in white leading a child also in white to leave.For those who were a little dull, they saw only a piece of white clothes corners, and they didn't even know whether the clothes corners belonged to the emperor or the young god Fanyu.

The emperor finally accepted a disciple, which is gratifying.

Young God Fanyu, tusk tusk, your fate is unpredictable.

If you think that this is a serious Shoutudi, you are sorely mistaken.

The so-called Holy Meeting of Apprentices is a show operation in which the gods feel that the life of gods is very boring, and accept an apprentice for a wave of "The Story of the Cultivation of the Godly Couple".

The God Realm is already boring, there is no strings and bamboos to mess with ears, no case and hard work, and she is bored all day long. She is the only one in history who can watch the stars and the moon like the emperor for thousands of years.

Otherwise, why is she the only emperor in the God Realm?

For tens of thousands of years, all kinds of gods have fallen one after another in order to change the status quo, and the Church of Accepting Disciples is the starting point of the fall.

"It seems that another god is leaving us." The gods couldn't help but sigh.

"That's not necessarily the case. What kind of cultivation is the emperor? If she gets emotional and fights with Heaven, wouldn't we all be liberated?"

God is ruthless, if there is, it is just copied and pasted by referring to the feelings of the human world.

The reason why the gods fell was because they thought they were in love with each other, but they didn't know that there was only one fate stone that lit up.

If there is no place to return to, it will be a demon.

Ordinary people say that they don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals, they envy both mandarin ducks and immortals.

They are born without knowing what it is, and the apprentice acceptance meeting is the greatest joy of their life.

Even if you abuse your body and mind in the future, wouldn't it be a pleasure for God to be born?
However, if Dijun is emotional...

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The spirit fetus was just born, and he knew nothing about everything, just like a newborn baby in the mortal world, the only difference is that he was born as a seven-year-old child, and his strong consciousness will allow him to quickly adapt to the surroundings However, no matter how powerful the consciousness is, it cannot be fully integrated within a few days.

As a result, Fan Yu was only one step away from starving to death.

Xuan Ling pushed Fan Yu who was lying on the grass like her, and patted his little face, "Fan Yu."

There was no response, Xuan Ling frowned.

What's wrong, why can't I move when I'm lying down?
"Fan Yu." Xuan Ling called out again.

Since yesterday, Xuan Ling felt that Fan Yu was very strange, becoming dying and in a trance.

As for how Xuan Ling could see that Fan Yu was in a trance, it was naturally because Fan Yu would say what Xuan Ling said before, but yesterday he couldn't keep up.

Xuan Ling looked at Fan Yu who was lying motionless, thinking whether to let Di Chi come over to have a look, but thought it was too troublesome.

In a flash of inspiration, what about the table-foot book?
Turned left, turned right, turned forward, turned back, and finally found it under the dusty bed.

After turning a few pages, Xuanling's expression changed wonderfully, and finally, she lay down on the grass again.

To save or not to save?
so tangled.

Save it, trouble; don't save it, she finally found an interesting thing, it's just gone, what a pity.

Let's save it!

Xuan Ling walked to the edge of the pool, ready to fish a fish to make fish soup, but think about it, the fish in this pool should be fine soon, right?
Killing is a sin.

He walked up to a delicate big yellow flower, and was about to pick it off and make a pot of yellow flower soup, but the stems and leaves of the big yellow flower swayed vigorously.

"Dijun, please, let my child go."

The consciousness of the big yellow flower spoke, Xuan Ling gave up the plan of making big yellow flower soup, and she walked to the grass where she had just been lying on.

How about herbal soup?
"Dijun, I am waiting for your favor, and I am willing to turn into grass soup."

Qingcao looked pitiful, Xuanling gave up again.

Such a selfless grass, how could she hurt such a kind little grass?
So Xuanling walked around the yard but couldn't find any ingredients.

Xuan Ling lay down and looked at the blue sky, thinking about what could fill Fan Yu's stomach.

The cub is so troublesome, it would be nice if he grew up.

(End of this chapter)