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"Eh? Little fairy grass, that's not what you said on Baicao Mountain, you..."

Ji Wenliang was a little anxious, he was really afraid that Zhu Yang Shenjun would open his mouth and shake out the stupid words he had said.

Just as he was about to say something to stop him, Shenjun Zhu Yang shut up himself.

It wasn't that Zhu Yang Shenjun was concerned about Xiao Xiancao's face, but he subconsciously shut his mouth after being swept by Shi Shenbing's cold eyes.

Holding a fairy grass in his hand, he walked around the hall, but he couldn't find any suitable container.

I thought to myself that the life of killing gods in the heavenly world might be miserable even for the common people in the world.

In the end, he simply put the fairy grass on the side of the case.

Ji Wenliang only felt that his body was floating up and down slowly, and finally landed somewhere.

Zhu Yang Shenjun said helplessly, "Forget it, I have delivered the things, so you can do whatever you want with it."

Killing God lowered his eyes to look at the fairy grass glowing warmly on the table, but didn't say anything.

It doesn't seem to matter what is more and what is less in this huge Luojing Mountain.

At first Ji Wenliang just lay quietly, not daring to speak.

But after a long time, I couldn't stand it anymore.

Immortal herbs are delicate and precious. If they leave Baicao Mountain, if they don't have essence and blood to nourish them, they must at least have spiritual energy to continue their life.

He felt his leaves curl up.

Furthermore, lying down like this, the leaves and stems also hurt, which is really uncomfortable.

If it wasn't that Shishen didn't know how to grow flowers, then he really wanted him to fend for himself.

After thinking about the ins and outs, it seems that they are all going to die in the end.

It's better to break the jar and smash it and put it together.

Thinking of this, Ji Wenliang tentatively asked, "Shenjun, are you there?"

What a disrespectful statement.

It's just that Ji Wenliang was born in modern times, so he doesn't know how to greet heaven.

It was still quiet all around.

Ji Wenliang let go of his courage and asked again.

"My lord, are you there?"

In this way, after asking seven or eight times, I finally got an answer.

"What's the matter?"

The voice was still so cold, as if it was about to soak into people's hearts.

Ji Wenliang didn't know why, but he wasn't very afraid.

He said aggrievedly: "Shenjun, I am lying like this, and my body hurts."

After being silent for a while, Ji Wenliang suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and then his body was suspended in the air.

This is a good sign, it seems that Killing God doesn't want him to fend for himself.

Isn't it more tiring to just stand up like this?

Ji Wenliang understood that this murderer didn't know how to grow flowers.

No wonder the fairy grasses on Baicao Mountain are unwilling to come.

If I continue to hold back like this and don't make any demands, I am afraid that this little life will really be lost.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Shenjun, do you have a flower pot?"

Another moment of silence.

Just when Ji Wenliang thought that Killing God would no longer talk to him, a voice sounded.

"What's a flower pot?"

Ji Wenliang was stunned.

The gods of the heavens don't know what a flower pot is!

He had no hands or feet, so he couldn't make gestures, so he had to recall the appearance of the flower pot.

Stutteringly described: "Well... it's a kind of container, hollow, with an opening in it."

hollow...with openings...

Killing God swept the hall, his eyes fixed on the tripod in the corner.

"Demon Refining Cauldron?"

Just listen to it!

"Should...be smaller," Ji Wenliang thought for a while and said, "Just as long as it can hold me."

Killing God looked at the fairy grass hanging on the palm of his hand, and caught a glimpse of the teacup on the table out of the corner of his eye.

"Tea cup?"

This time it was finally a little more reliable.

"It's so big, but there is a small hole at the bottom that allows water to flow out."

Ji Wenliang carefully considered his words and said.

With a wave of the god-killing hand, there was a round hole in the bottom of the fine celadon cup.

Then Ji Wenliang felt his body heaving and falling into the cup.

"Ouch!" Ye Zi touched the rim of the cup, and there was a sharp pain in her body.

This murderer really doesn't know how to take care of him, Ji Wenliang couldn't help but complain.

Don't even think about turning into a human form, it would be nice to survive well.

No, no!

Don't be delusional about "okay", it's already good enough to survive.

Killing God was stunned when he heard the scream of pain.

Don't blame him either.

He usually comes into contact with monsters with fangs, rough skin and thick flesh, and he has never encountered such a delicate creature.

Did not control the strength.

Ji Wenliang sat in the teacup, shook the stems and leaves, adjusted the position, and felt much more comfortable.

But what's the matter?

"God, do you have soil and water?"

Although Luojing Mountain is barren, there is still some soil.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the soil particles fell on the head and covered the face, and fell on the green leaves, making a rustling sound.

"Cough cough!"

Ji Wenliang couldn't help coughing.

Before he could catch his breath, a wetness spread around him.

"There are many! There are many!"

Ji Wenliang felt that the water was about to cover the leaves, so he hurriedly yelled to stop.

We got soil and got water, so it was much better.

It's just that he always feels a little strange.

How come the water soaked in the soil smells like tea and is still warm?

On this day, Lord Zhuyang solved his doubts.

Zhu Yang Shenjun remembered the injury of Killing God, and when he was free, he drove the red cloud to Luojing Mountain.

The two played chess before the case.

As he continued, Zhu Yang Shenjun felt a little thirsty, and glanced at the tea set beside him.

Startled, his eyes widened.

Among this pile of teacups, there is one that stands out from others.

This cup is not empty, it contains a dusty grass.

Take a closer look, it is not an ordinary grass, it is actually the three-color fairy that he brought!

Zhu Yang Shenjun was so angry that he couldn't speak coherently, "You...you...you..."

Several of you in a row.

"Why do you treat the fairy family treasure like this?"

It would be fine if he was left to fend for himself, since he wanted to be raised, why not take good care of him?

Even if he is a celestial being, he will cherish this treasure of the celestial family very much.

But here with you, you get such treatment!

Can't help but feel aggrieved for Xiaoxiancao.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong in sending him here.

Killing God saw that Zhu Yang Shenjun was very angry, and thought in his heart, what's wrong?

His eyes swept over the soil in the cup, it was gray and a little dry.

Well, it's true that it hasn't been watered for a long time.

He picked up the teapot, and the tea poured down into a specially customized flowerpot.

The chess piece in Zhu Yang Shenjun's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

"You actually poured the three-color fairy with tea?"

I really didn't know what to say, so I had to turn around and walk away.

Now Ji Wenliang finally understands why the water is warm and has a scent of tea.

But since he is still alive and well, he doesn't care about these things.

He was treated like this, and he was not dead yet, it was really a mistake.

This tea is taken from Wuyi Fairy Mountain, so it is inevitable that there will be some spiritual energy.

The water for making tea comes from Tianchi Lake, and the aura contained in it is even purer.

Luojing Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, so it is very cold, this warm tea just relieves the cold.

Maybe this grass jelly is really destined to die.

On weekdays, Luojing Mountain is always very quiet.

Although Ji Wenliang couldn't see the surrounding scene, he could hear the sound.

Occasionally there are the sounds of flipping books, grinding ink, chess pieces, and the rustling of clothes.

Nothing more.

He suspects that there are no flowers, birds, fish or insects here.

Apart from himself, there is only God Killer.

Ji Wenliang is not a talkative person.

It's just that it's a bit boring to be silent all day long.

Furthermore, he wanted to hear the voice of killing God.

Killing God made flower pots for him, adding water and soil, perhaps not as cold and heartless as in the legend.

Thinking of this, he became more courageous.

Try talking to Godslayer.

"My lord, are you there?"

No one answered.

Ji Wenliang himself took a lot of courage, and he was a little disappointed when he didn't hear a response.

And I can't help but think, maybe it's because the God of Killing is not there?

After a long time, I repeated it again.

And that's it, over and over again.

Finally, Killing God answered once.

"What's the matter?"

This time it was Ji Wenliang's turn to be silent.

What's the matter?Nothing.

He thought for a long time before he came up with a question.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

"Play chess."

From then on, Ji Wenliang had nothing to do, so he wanted to ask.

But later, the more he listened to the voice of Killing God, the happier he felt in his heart, and before he knew it, he talked more.

"God, what are you doing today?"

"Painting."

"What did you draw?"

"Tsuto."

Shi Shen always said something he didn't understand, Ji Wenliang asked, "What is that?"

"The beast."

"Fierce beast? What does it look like?"

At this time, Shi Shen was silent again.

It must be that this 梼杌 looks too strange. If you want to describe it clearly, you must spend a lot of time.

Killing God is indeed a person who cherishes words like gold.

Ji Wenliang didn't think it mattered, it was good enough that Shi Shen could talk to him.

It's better than talking to himself alone.

On this day, Ji Wenliang woke up from his lethargy, and suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

His heart was shocked, could it be that he was injured?

He stayed so leisurely every day that he forgot that killing the gods was harmful to the primordial spirit.

I can't help but blame myself for my carelessness.

Quickly asked: "Shenjun, are you injured?"

"God Lord?"

"God Lord?"

He asked several times in a row, and the leaves trembled.

After a long time, the deep voice sounded.

"Old disease, no problem."

Ji Wenliang was puzzled, he was sent by Zhu Yang Shenjun just to help Killing God restore Yuanshen, why did Killing God take so long to nourish him with blood?

Then he thought about it and said: "Shenjun, although this tea is good, it can't make me bloom. Why don't you water me with blood? When I bloom, it can help you restore the primordial spirit."

Killing God was silent for a while, then said quietly: "Why did I receive your favor for no reason?"

"I have three lives, and if I give up one life, I won't die, and your primordial spirit can be restored, so it's both perfect, isn't it good?"

Ji Wenliang didn't know what Shishen was struggling with, and said again: "Besides, I'm in this teacup every day, I can't walk, I can't see, it's very boring. If I save your life, it will be a supreme merit. It might be a human body, when the time comes, I will be able to see those beasts you mentioned."

I...I also want to see what you look like.

"Are you willing to give up this first life?"

A hoarse voice drifted into his ears.

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During the Spring Festival, I will not update it, there will be two chapters in a while.