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"Ding! The protagonist asks you a question: Are you willing to give up this first life? We are searching for alternative answers for you... The search is over, please choose: A. Yes; B. Not willing"

"The risk is being estimated for you... The estimate is complete: after choosing A, the world stability value will increase to 50%; after choosing B, the world stability value will decrease to 10%, please choose carefully."

Ji Wenliang said: "I am willing."

As soon as the words fell, he felt as if there was the sound of water dripping next to his ears, and then, a huge spiritual energy infiltrated his body.

This spiritual power is so domineering that Ji Wenliang just feels like he's about to suffocate.

This god-killer seems to have no limits in what he does.

He could only shout: "Enough! Enough!"

Since being watered with blood essence, Ji Wenliang felt much more energetic.

The previously curled leaves also unfolded.

It's also the reason why Shi Shen likes to talk to him more recently.

Although it is always a few words, it is much better than before.

It's a pity that Ji Wenliang always sleeps more and wakes up less recently.

If you wake up, you must ask if the god is there.

If you are not there, you will be very disappointed.

This time, he slept for a long time again.

After waking up, I always feel that something is wrong.

"Shenjun, are you there?"

"I'm here."

"I...I don't feel right."

Killing God looked at the fairy grass in front of him emitting a long and warm light, and said softly, "You have bloomed."

This is a happy event.

"That's great! Then I can save you." Ji Wenliang said happily.

"How does your family get color to save lives?"

"It's simple," said Xiancao, who was born with inheritance, "I just need to recite a spell."

"The spell of every fairy grass is the same?"

"No, no, it's all different."

"If you can't speak, can you still chant spells?"

"How about that?"

Then, Ji Wenliang found himself speechless.

But this is always suffocating, it is too tortured.

He shook the leaves from time to time to ask for some attention.

But killing the gods seemed to be determined, no matter how Ji Wenliang shook the leaves, he still couldn't undo his curse.

He woke up and fell asleep, and he didn't know how long it had been.

On this day, while I was sleeping, I suddenly heard a bang in my ear.

Startled, he waved the leaves instinctively.

Suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The pain was different from usual, like a knife piercing flesh and blood.

flesh?How could he have flesh and blood?

Could it be that it turned into a human form?

But still couldn't see anything, so he raised his hand and touched it.

There is a warm and soft feeling on the body.

With joy in my heart, it really turned into a human form.

Surrounded by darkness, he touched it with his hand, touched the cold edge of the desk, and raised his arm.

Stand up carefully.

Ji Wenliang overestimated himself.

Although he used to be a human being, he has been a fairy grass for many years.

It has just transformed into form again, and its body is very weak.

This time, I lost my balance.

Staggering, it fell into a pile of scrolls next to the desk.

There is a change in the South China Sea today. After some calculations by Killing the God, it is Yinglong's mischief.

Although it is an ancient beast, it is not difficult to solve it.

Collect the monsters and go back.

As soon as he passed through the enchantment of Luojing Mountain, he realized something was wrong.

There is a breath of strangers in the mountains.

His heart sank, and he followed the dark clouds to the main hall.

After entering the hall, he was stunned.

Beside the case, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting among a pile of scrolls.

The boy's long black hair was scattered around his shoulders, and a few strands hung down on his chest.

A few scattered scrolls barely covered half of her body, exposing her white and delicate legs.

Looking closely at the face, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the eyes are like pearls.

Killing God swept the broken teacup on the ground again, and immediately understood.

Step forward and take a few steps.

Ji Wenliang heard the noise, wanted to say something, moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

That's right, he was cursed with a ban on speaking by God Slaughter.

A gust of wind stroked his face, and the curse was released.

He tentatively asked, "Shenjun, are you there?"

This is a stupid statement.

He stayed on Luojing Mountain for so long, and he didn't even have a butterfly.

Who else but Killing God?

Maybe it's because I'm used to saying it on weekdays, and it slipped out of my mouth all of a sudden.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped.

Ji Wenliang felt that there seemed to be someone in front of him, so he stretched out his arm and probed with his hand.

Suddenly felt the soft material, which seemed to be the hem of the clothes, so he tugged hard and raised his head.

"I'm here."

His body was lifted up suddenly, Ji Wenliang couldn't stand still, he panicked, fearing that he would fall again, so he had no choice but to hold Shishen's arm tightly.

"Why can't I see anything?"

Only then did Killing God remember, and said slowly, "There is no sun or moon in Luojing Mountain."

Without the sun and the moon, there would naturally be no light.

People like Shishen and Zhuyang Shenjun can see things without light.

But Ji Wenliang is just a fairy grass, at best an elf, of course he can't see anything.

Killing God paused.

With a wave of the long sleeve, in an instant, thousands of lanterns lit up one by one, floating in mid-air, winding all the way to the entrance of the main hall.

Ji Wenliang felt that his eyes were much brighter.

Facing the dim candlelight, he could clearly see the face of the person in front of him.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, and couldn't help stroking my chest with my hand.

Not to mention the heavens, even among the six realms, there are not many who are not afraid of killing gods.

Although Ji Wenliang's appearance is not fearful, it is certainly not joyful either.

"why are you crying?"

Are you crying?Ji Wenliang reached out and touched his face, it was indeed moist.

Can't help but say: "I...I feel uncomfortable."

Killing God froze, and said in a low voice: "Now you have transformed into a human form, and your wish has been fulfilled, you can come and go as you like."

The translation is, you can leave if you want, I will not stop you.

Of course Ji Wenliang could tell that he didn't know why he was like this, but if he left here, what would happen to the mission?

Quickly tugging on the sleeve of God Killing, he said, "No, no, I...you..."

You, me, and mine can't tell why.

"I can't speak for so long, of course I feel uncomfortable."

Ji Wenliang thought for a long time and found such a reason.

Killing God's face seemed to be relieved, and he suddenly remembered something, and said: "The time is not yet ripe, save your first life first."

"Oh, good." Ji Wenliang didn't know when the time would be ripe, so he could only nod his head.

It seems that Killing God will at least not drive him away, Ji Wenliang is relieved.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing a little bit of cool air.

Ji Wenliang felt a little cold.

He lowered his head and realized that he was not wearing anything!

Still clinging to other people's bodies!

Ji Wenliang's face turned red.

If it was farther away from Killing God, wouldn't it all be exposed?

But if it sticks, it's not good.

For a while, I didn't know what to do.

Killing God seemed to see his embarrassment and waved his hand.

Ji Wenliang suddenly wore a black coat.

The material of this black dress is excellent, soft and comfortable, with dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves.

It's the same style as Killer God.

It just looks and feels different.

Killing the God has an evil spirit on his body, and he looks very majestic in this dress, making people dare not look directly at him.

Ji Wenliang has a soothing temperament all over his body. He looks like a handsome young man in his clothes, and his skin is even whiter against it.

It's just that the hair has been loose, which is not outrageous.

Killing God conjured another jade crown to help him tie his hair.

Ji Wenliang looked left, looked again, touched his sleeves, and tugged at the hem of his clothes, feeling that it was very novel.

It really looked like he had never seen the world.

After admiring it for a while, Ji Wenliang came back to his senses.

It was a little embarrassing to actually leave Killing God aside.

He thought about the way the ancients greeted each other.

She held a substandard clasped fist, shook it, and said, "Thank you, God."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the wound cut by the tea cup was exposed.

The killing god's eyes stopped on the wound.

Ji Wenliang noticed his gaze and explained: "It was too dark just now, I was scratched by the tea cup."

For some reason, as soon as his words fell, the lights in the hall seemed to be brighter.

When he lowered his head again, the wound on his hand was gone.

Ji Wenliang couldn't help marveling at the magic of this world.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Shenjun, Shenjun, can you teach me spells?"

Killing God looked at the stars in his eyes and said, "Okay."

"But you have to learn to walk first."

This god looks very cold, but he can still taunt people.

Ji Wenliang wanted to stay away from him, but he was afraid of falling, so he had no choice but to swallow this breath.

Move your body slowly and try to take two steps.

It was indeed much better than before.

Facing the light, he looked around.

The main hall is empty, there are no luxurious things.

A bed, a few boxes.

In the far corner is a blue-black square tripod with four legs, as tall as one person.

Presumably this is the Demon Refining Cauldron.

Thanks to... Thanks to myself who stopped it in time, otherwise I might have died long ago.

Next to it is a long case.

On weekdays, Shenjun always paints, and he can't help being a little curious.

Approaching the case, he looked down.

Sure enough, there was a painting on the case, in which was a coiled dragon.

This dragon head is big and long, with two wings, and looks fierce.

lifelike.

"Is this a dragon?"

"Yinglong."

"What's the difference between Yinglong and Dragon?"

"Ying Long is Ying Long."

"What about the dragon?"

Shi Shen felt that this little grass jelly talked too much.

After a pause, he said, "There are many kinds of dragons."

Ji Wenliang understood that this should be an inclusive relationship.

Sweeping his eyes casually, he saw the broken celadon teacup on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Let me clean it up for you."

Shi Shen said: "No need."

With a wave of hand, the teacup turns into a bed.

This is obviously changed for myself.

Ji Wenliang sat up.

Perhaps it was too much physical exertion to transform into a human form, he fell down while sitting, and fell asleep completely.

After spending a few days with Shi Shen, Ji Wenliang understood his daily life.

When I have nothing to do, I play chess, read a book, or meditate alone.

Sometimes I do a painting, and when I finish the painting, I have to go out.

It's hard to tell how long it took to go out, sometimes for a quarter of an hour, sometimes Ji Wenliang woke up after a nap, but he didn't come back.

It's not unreasonable to live in vain all the time, so Ji Wenliang thought about what he could do for the god.

He watched Shenjun sweep the tea set, and stepped forward to refill him tea.

When I saw Shenjun painting, I rubbed ink for him.

He is really a decent little fairy servant.