Who says the deity is not Bai Ze

Tianzun?It's been a long time since this title... Could it be his former subordinate?It's just that I don't know which lineage it came from, but I was able to survive several calamities. In a sense, I can be regarded as the second person under the Dao of Heaven!

If he really had such a subordinate who can defeat ten clubs with one force, he would have already reached the top of Chaos!

Fu Li recalled it for a while, and was sure that he had never seen this person before, so he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The voice was strangely silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little hesitant, but instead of answering Fu Li's question, he said a seemingly insignificant sentence: "I haven't seen it for hundreds of thousands of years, and the voice of Tianzun seems to be Something has changed."

Hearing this, Fu Li was completely enlightened.

Ahhh!He said so!Startle him!

It has been said that there are many gods in the world, and there are not many who can be respected by people, not to mention those Taiping, Yongkang, fierce, powerful, Wuji Emperor Tianzun, and crucian carp who crossed the river.

Presumably, it was not him who called the Heavenly Venerable, but he was acting affectionate.

So Fu Li replied to him sincerely: "Well, you must have misunderstood the person, I am not your Tianzun, but a monkey provoked me, and I strayed into this cave in order to catch it."

As soon as the words fell, a turbid breath came over and stopped only a few feet away from Fu Li's front door. Although there was nothing in front of him, Fu Li was sure that the other party was "looking" at him carefully.

After a long time, a long sigh came from in front of him: "It's a pity... It's been a long time, and I can only vaguely smell that person's breath from you. As for whether you are him, I really don't recognize it, I don't recognize it." ..."

The sound was thick and dull, like thunder on the ground.

Fu Li shook his head, just about to say that his brain was shaken so loudly, the breath quickly moved away, and when he spoke again, he seemed to be hanging on the horizon and riding among the high clouds.

Only the echoes lingering in the cave seemed to echo the words just now: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"It's a pity, old friend, you can't be discouraged!" The voice suddenly became louder, with the momentum of beard blowing and staring.

"It's a pity, old friend..." Echo was not far behind, as if confronting each other.

"Haha, tens of thousands of years? You still haven't changed your old habit of bickering with me..."

"Haha, tens of thousands of years..."

Fuli: "..."

Oh, it turned out to be a mental retardation.

Seeing that he was about to chat with himself from poetry to philosophy of life, and even almost wanted me to beat myself, Fu Li finally couldn't help asking the question he had always wanted to ask: "So you saw a furry yellow dog?" A yellow monkey?"

"...No." The voice was interrupted, sounding a little unhappy.

"Oh, that's it, then do it yourself, I'll look for it again." Fu Li didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and walked to the corner as he spoke, trying to find some clues.

After all, the visitor is a guest, and the guest can do whatever he wants, take advantage of it, take advantage of it... Occupy the mountain and be king!

There is a pile of wood lying in the corner, and there is a strange fragrance when you get close. I don’t know what kind of tree it was cut from.Broken fabrics were scattered on the side of the wood, many of which had been ravaged into cotton wool, and the original appearance could not be seen, only that it was extremely dirty.

After thinking about it, Fu Li felt that someone might have lived in this place in the past, and maybe the person talking to him might have been a person, otherwise, how could the cloth be explained?But what kind of person would live in such a dilapidated cave?

Suppressing this weird emotion in his heart, Fu Li raised his eyes and scanned the entire bucket-shaped cave. It was indeed huge, but it was also extremely empty. Except for this pile of wood and cloth, there were only hangers hanging on the mountain wall not far away. There was a big iron cage hidden in the shadows, the door was broken, and a rusty metal lock was hanging from it.

Fu Li's eyesight was good, and he could even see the solidified yellow-purple mucus on the railings, as well as some traces that looked like sharp animal claws.

There are no clues, and there are no monkeys, so Fu Li can only turn his eyes back to the pile of fabrics under his feet angrily. This is the only place where a small bug or mouse can be hidden. The possibility that the monkey will transform cannot be ruled out!

Probably the owner of that voice saw Fu Li looking around, with a bitter expression on his face, and couldn't bear it, so he came over like a dog and blew on Fu Li's head: "What are you looking for? ? I told you, there isn't a living thing here."

Although the cave is stuffy, the air it blows out is surprisingly cool.

Fuli was making a trick at this time, the piece of cloth and the wood flew together, he didn't have time to think deeply about the meaning of what it said, so he casually said: "Why, I'm not a living thing, aren't you a living thing? Look down on me who……"

As he spoke, the words behind him disappeared strangely.

The cave suddenly returned to dead silence, there was no sound of speaking, no sound of breathing, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.The air solidified into a glue that was difficult to flow, and the heartbeat became faster and faster with the silence, almost jumping out of the chest, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

Fu Li's face, which would not show a trace of fear even before the landslide, gradually showed a trace of doubt, and then the doubt gradually expanded, turning into a face of disbelief.

He didn't have time to feel dirty, he hurriedly picked up a piece of rag from the ground with his two fingers.

But it was half the size of a palm, and there were no rags of any color.

The owner of the voice was very curious when he saw the look on this handsome young man's face, and he moved closer to him and asked, "What kind of fabric is this? Is it very expensive? I heard that the South China Sea sharks weave plain silk with the purest sea water." Shark, Taiyin Xingjun uses the light of fifteen moons for forging, will this be more valuable than those?"

"No...it's not expensive at all."

So the voice became more curious, and asked in a whisper: "Then why do you show this expression of picking up the treasure? What is this? Give it to me Kangkang?"

Fu Li choked for a moment, really didn't know how to speak, so he could only frown beautifully, his face full of solemnity.

How on earth should he express it in a civilized way-I didn't pick up a treasure, but I stepped on a shit?

So in the end who can tell him why!The dishcloth that has been lost for tens of thousands of years from his stove!will appear here!