Idle game leads to another world

There are many types of saints coming, and most of the time, for safety reasons, they will come to their own churches.

In this case, the coming of a saint usually has stronger characteristics, such as a sudden burst of holy light on the statue, or the statue will come alive and become a saint.

It is mainly because it is very cool and can make believers happy.

But in fact, the coming of a saint does not require so many sound and light effects, just like Li Chengxi came silently this time.

"Hot buns, just out of the pot, you have been busy all night, are you really not hungry?"

Li Chengxi said as he unpacked the disposable lunch box, sprinkled chili oil and vinegar into it, and unpacked a disposable chopstick with one hand.

"Pork and mushroom stuffing, want to try?"

"Uh... Brother Li, you..."

Yang Yiyi's mind seemed a little confused. She looked up and down at Li Chengxi before saying:

"You are younger than I thought."

"Nonsense, I am not even 30 years old, how old do you think I am?"

Then Li Chengxi looked at Wu Shaoyi with his mouth wide open:

"Eat buns?"

"..."

Li Chengxi then noticed that Yang Yiyi and Wu Shaoyi were looking at him in astonishment. Li Chengxi thought that his hair was messy because he didn't wash it in the morning.

He reached out and touched it. Oh, no, shit, where are my horns?

The last time the saint descended, Li Chengxi had a pair of magnificent horns on his head. For the demons, the bigger the horns, the sexier they are, and they can be regarded as secondary sexual characteristics.

But this time the horns on his head were gone, and Li Chengxi touched it and found that there seemed to be a crown on his head.

He stretched out his hand and looked at it. He was not wearing the exaggerated golden-red robe like last time, but a turquoise cloak, which looked more like a scholar's dress.

This situation has nothing to do with the location of the saint's descent, but with Li Chengxi's thoughts.

The image of the saint is not fixed. God can use any shape he wants, but generally in order to avoid confusion among believers, he will use a few fixed types.

For example, the sickly goddess of plague, Tarona, often appears in the image of a dirty and ugly old woman, but also in the image of a pale beautiful woman.

When the saint descended on Yang Yiyi's side, Li Chengxi subconsciously thought that it should be dressed like this, so there was such a big difference from the previous time.

Li Chengxi suddenly descended on the saint, and Yang Yiyi's mind was still in a state of confusion.

Li Chengxi did say that he would help when it really came to a critical moment.

But he only told Yang Yiyi, and it was just a casual remark. Yang Yiyi thought it was the kind of help that just took out the miniature machine gun.

Shen Qingluo also asked the Immortal Qingtian to lend a hand, but he didn't expect that he would actually show up.

Not to mention Ning Xian'er, she just knew the existence of the Qingtian Book.

Is this the immortal?

So down-to-earth.

He looks like his neighbor's second brother who went out to buy some breakfast.

Regardless of what others think, when Li Chengxi was checking his physical changes, Jiang Fengyue returned to the high platform just now. But the previous expression of calm and confident victory disappeared, and instead he was a little anxious:

"Who are you?"

Jiang Fengyue could get a rough idea of ​​everyone present, even if he couldn't see it accurately at first glance, he could clearly know everyone's background as soon as he took action.

But Li Chengxi gave him a very strange feeling.

Observing with the naked eye, he looked like an ordinary person who knew nothing, and there was no sign of martial arts practice at all.

But in terms of feeling, he was like a huge mountain range that stretched across the sky and blocked the sun in front of him, and you couldn't see where his edge was at all.

The most terrifying thing is the sense of threat that comes without reason, like a steel knife stabbed into Jiang Fengyue's head fiercely, mixing the brain into a pulp.

Li Chengxi turned back and stuffed a bun into his mouth:

"You searched all over the Sky-lifting Stone, but you don't know who I am?"

Jiang Fengyue was stunned, as if she didn't understand what Li Chengxi meant.

Li Chengxi threw the lunch box casually, and the latter fell into the hands of Yang Yiyi who climbed up as if it was pulled by a rope.

"Eat some, it's delicious."

He waved at them.

A strong divine light suddenly lit up under the feet of several people, which could illuminate the dim hall.

Shen Qingluo and Ning Xian'er, who suffered serious internal injuries, were surprised to find that their injuries had improved significantly. Although they were not completely healed, they were no longer a problem.

Even Qin Yan, who had fainted after hitting a stone pillar not far away, woke up slowly at this time, looking confused.

The healing trio can solve most problems, which is much better than potions.

As for the others?

Li Chengxi didn't bother to care, anyway, he was not familiar with them.

Shen Qingluo stood up and bowed respectfully to Li Chengxi who had his back to him:

"Thank you for the rescue, immortal."

"It's a small matter, you guys move aside."

Hearing Shen Qingluo's words, Jiang Fengyue woke up from a dream:

"Could it be... the Immortal Qingtian is you?!"

"Just take it as it is."

Li Chengxi moved his fingers, and it looked like he was doing radio gymnastics.

"The business of delivering buns is over, and it's time to deal with miscellaneous matters by the way."

So delivering buns is the business?

Yang Yiyi and the others immediately realized that this Immortal Qingtian was definitely not a fake, and Li Chengxi usually behaved like this.

He looked at Jiang Fengyue on the high platform and said seriously:

"Kneel down and die."

This is more than just arrogance, it is simply beyond.

"I don't really want to do it. After all, it's not easy for me to come here. I don't have much chance to go out. I plan to walk around here as a trip. I went on a long trip to save a friend a few days ago. I didn't have enough time to have fun. I want to take this opportunity to walk around. What do you think?"

How is it?

Not very good!

How can you negotiate with others on the premise of kneeling down and dying?

Those who are still sober feel that Li Chengxi is simply mocking when hearing these words, but Jiang Fengyue has no expression fluctuations when hearing these words.

He didn't get angry or retort, but his face was as solemn as a pool of stagnant water.

He knew that Li Chengxi's words were not mocking, but really just stating the facts.

"I'm sorry to disagree with the words of the immortal."

"Then... let's see the truth with your hands?"

Li Chengxi hooked his finger and sat down.

The broken floor seemed to melt and reassemble, turning into a magnificent stone throne, and Li Chengxi just sat on it with his legs crossed.

"Forgive me, I would rather sit than stand. Come on, let's do it."

This operation is not martial arts at all, it is a miracle.

After saying that, he turned back and said to Yang Yiyi:

"Try the chili oil, the chili oil in this bun shop is especially fragrant."

This is not arrogant, but he doesn't take Jiang Fengyue seriously at all.

It's like when you see a dust floating by while eating, you don't care at all.