The delicate flower behind the male god

Blood Sacrifice to the Dragon God ([-])

"Why is Canjian here?"

Shen Jianchu stood on the edge of the blood pool and stretched his muscles and bones, then he stared at the three broken swords in the middle of the blood pool and thought about it.

The people of the Prison Demon Palace stole the broken sword of the Dragon Slaying Sword and put it in the pool of human blood sacrifices. Why?

No matter what, Shen Jianchu decided to take out the remnant sword first.

It's just that my muscles and bones are still a little sore because of the previous resentment, and I don't really want to jump off the blood pool to take the sword, so I turned my head and motioned to his junior brother to do it for me.

Ni Nan nodded and smiled, but didn't say anything. He pushed back Wu Yingcai who had just poked his head out of the Qiankun bag to look at him, and then jumped down from the pool of blood to pick up the broken sword.

However, the closer Ni Nan got to the three broken swords in the center of the blood pool, the more bored he felt.

It was as if in front of him was not the remnant sword of the Three-cut Excalibur, but three piles of dog and shit. All the cells in the body were resisting, and the disgust could not be more obvious.

Although Ni Nan kept hinting to himself that this is the remnant sword of Excalibur, not dog or shit, but when he bent down and reached out to pick up the remnant sword, he found that his hand was consciously clenched into a fist, completely refusing it. pick it up...

Just when Ni Nan felt a little strange, when reason and instinct were in a tug-of-war, Shen Jianchu jumped down the blood pool with his waist, picked up all three broken swords, then raised his head and smiled at Ni Nan, and said: "Little brother, look at your disgusted face, although this is already a broken sword, but it was also a divine sword before."

Shen Jianchu held the three broken swords in his hands and weighed them for a while, then said: "In normal times, with our identities, you don't even have the qualifications to touch this broken sword, you still despise it."

As he said that, as if to take advantage of some more, Shen Jianchu touched them a few more times before putting them into his Qiankun bag.

Ni Nan stretched out his hands very calmly, and rubbed his cheek that consciously showed an extremely disgusted expression, which was rare and inexplicably cute.

Taking advantage of Ni Nan's distraction, Wu Yingcai silently crawled out of the Qiankun bag, and directly occupied the top of Ni Nanzhen's head, condescendingly commanding his male deity to say: [Male god, hurry up, look over there! 】

Ni Nan looked in the direction Wu Yingcai's fibrous root pointed, and happened to see a black shadow flashing past the dragon chair directly above the main hall!

Ni Nan jumped out of the dried up blood pool, turned his head and glanced at Shen Jianchu who was not far away, obviously Shen Jianchu also saw the black shadow just now, so the two tacitly followed the place where the black shadow flashed just now, and chased after it.

Passing through the silent hall, Ni Nanzhen and Shen Jianchu chased the black shadow, and came to a place where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. Looking around, it was like being in a sea of ​​flowers, like a dream.

Ni Nanzhen and Shen Jianchu hadn't figured out the situation when they heard a clean and clear voice coming from the pavilion not far away.

"Jinsi has been jumping for joy today, so it turns out that a distinguished guest has come to the door."

A man in a white robe with a golden piping hood was standing in the middle of the gazebo with a smile on his face.

This man's appearance is very graceful and gentle, and his smile is as sweet as sunshine. Judging from his face alone, he is at most sixteen or seventeen years old, but his eyes that are too dark seem to have pity and compassion for the world, which makes him One can't tell his age for a while.

The most special thing about him is that he has long sky-blue hair, which floats unrestrainedly behind him, and the hair hangs down to his bare feet, like a fairy boy who came out of a fairyland, clean and beautiful .

Shen Jianchu stared at the man in the gazebo defensively, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man replied with a smile: "Under Ji Wu."

As soon as the man named Ji Wu finished speaking, a black bird flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

This palm-sized bird is black all over, except for a pinch of golden feathers on the top of its head, which really makes people unable to distinguish its species, but what Shen Jianchu and Ni Nanzhen saw just now, the passing black shadow should be This unknown black bird.

They all said that they would not hit the smiling face. Although Shen Jianchu and Ni Nanzhen felt that the sudden appearance of the man was suspicious, they still followed suit and introduced themselves.

They want to see what kind of medicine is in this man's gourd.

After hearing the introductions of Shen Jianchu and Ni Nanzhi, Ji Wu still smiled brightly.

He reached out and touched the black bird on his shoulder, looked softly at Ni Nanzhen who was half a step behind Shen Jianchu, and Wu Yingcai who was standing on top of him, and said in a friendly tone: "You three The honored guest has come from afar, why don't you come and have a glass of thin wine and take a rest?"

This time, before Ni Nanzhen and Shen Jianchu could open their mouths, Wu Yingcai used her fibrous roots to block Ni Nanzhen's eyes, and shouted: 【Don't drink! 】

After Wu Yingcai first saw the man with sky-blue hair in the gazebo, he felt very bad. He always felt that the man's appearance and smile were very inconsistent.

This is a very uncomfortable and awkward feeling, which makes Wu Yingcai want to close his 360-degree visual perception without dead ends, so he even subconsciously wants to use his fibrous roots to protect the sight of his male god, don't To see that man's face.

Moreover, the blackbird standing on the man's shoulder also made Wu Yingcai's whole flower very uncomfortable. He always felt that his petals had an itchy feeling, which was very uncomfortable.

Obviously, Ji Wu is also a person who can understand Lingyu.

After Wu Yingcai unilaterally refused, the corners of his slightly raised mouth twitched involuntarily, looking rather embarrassed.

Ni Nan took a step forward and looked at Ji Wuyao from the gazebo, with an apologetic smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I'm sorry, the Hua Jing below has a weird temper, I can only thank the "National Teacher" for his kindness. "

Hearing this, the smile on Ji Wu's face became even bigger, but he didn't say a word.

Ni Nan knew very well, he guessed right.

The seemingly harmless and perfect young man in front of him is the omnipotent in the legend, who can make everyone a devout believer with just a single sermon, and is also the new master of the Hongtian Dynasty.

Seeing that his junior brother had confirmed Ji Wu's identity, Shen Jianchu turned his eyebrows, looked at Ji Wu sharply, and asked, "The human blood sacrificial pool in front of the palace was done by the master of the country?"

Ji Wu looked at Shen Jianchu with those thoroughly black eyes, curled up a strand of blue hair around his ears with his fingers, and said apologetically, "You two, I'm really sorry."

"Although I have tried my best to use some "spices" to cover up the fishy smell of the pool, people with a good sense of smell can still smell it, which makes the two of you suffer."

Saying that, Ji Wuhuan bowed deeply to Shen Jianchu and Ni Nan in a serious manner.

When Shen Jianchu heard it, he almost laughed angrily!

Could it be that the sacrificial pool formed by the flesh and blood of thousands of people just has a stronger taste?Those lives that died in vain, are they not worth mentioning in the mouth of this national teacher?

"No need to salute!"

With one wave of Shen Jianchu's hand, an invisible sword energy stopped Ji Wu from bending over to salute, and said in a cold voice: "If human life is so contemptible in your eyes, I can't stand you as a national teacher. A great gift from your lord."

Ji Wu closed his eyes lightly, and sighed, "Oh, the two distinguished guests must have misunderstood Ji."

"Ji cherishes the lives of all living beings in the world. In Ji's eyes, all living beings are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low."

Regarding Ji Wu's words, Shen Jianchu was noncommittal, but continued to ask: "Then please explain to me, my lord, why the human blood sacrificial pool made of the flesh and blood of so many mortals was built?"

"What kind of shady purpose do you have to sacrifice the life of such a mortal!"

Facing Shen Jianchu's aggressiveness, Ji Wu's face was calm, his sunny smile remained unchanged, and his voice replied without impurities: "Faith."

"The people in the pool of blood are all devout believers of my Eternal Life Cult. They discarded their existing flesh and blood for their belief. This is their glory, the supreme glory."

"It's like a monk who spends his whole life proving his way. A mortal with faith also has great power."

"This power can transcend one's own death, transcend vulgarity, and achieve oneself."

While talking, Ji Wu fixed his eyes on Shen Jianchu firmly.

His strangely black eyeballs seemed to have a darker streamer passing by, carrying a mysterious power that was inexplicably convincing.

Shen Jianchu's expression was a little dazed, as if he was really confused. Although he knew that Ji Wuzheng was talking nonsense, his mind seemed to be flooded, and he couldn't find any reason to refute it!

At this moment, a slightly low-pitched laughter came from Shen Jianchu's side, awakening his reason in time.

Ni Nan laughed lightly and said, "But what exactly do they believe in? Do they believe in your prison demon palace?"

"Let a group of mortals without spiritual roots come to believe in the magic way of your Prison Demon Palace, my lord, you are really interested."

This is like asking a group of ducks to learn how a rooster crows, it is simply a fantasy.

So Ji Wu's so-called avenues of faith are fundamentally a wrong fallacy.

Ji Wu turned his eyes and looked at Ni Nanzhen with his strange eyes.

Ni Nan was not afraid at all, and looked over to meet Ji Wu's gaze, and the calm and calm smile on his face did not dim in the slightest.

After a long time, Ji Wu suddenly withdrew his gaze, and laughed while supporting a pillar of the gazebo, saying, "Even Ji's spell of confounding doesn't work, no wonder Xiao Jiang lost his life in front of the hall."

Saying that, Ji Wu's eyes twitched, and the sunny smile on his face disappeared.

His aura, which was originally like that of a fairy boy in a fairyland, changed instantly. He raised his long sky-blue hair around his ears with one hand, and said to Ni Nan with a ghostly expression: "Then let's see, what is it? What makes you so different."

"Is it the bad smell on your body that's causing the trouble?"

Ji Wu looked up Ni Nanzhi's head, and continued to murmur, "The flower essence on top of your head is still causing trouble..."

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