Who calls this thing a god?

In the third year of the new emperor's accession to the throne, Suyouzong reached its peak.

Even though everyone in the world knows the truth that "the prosperity must decline", they dare not openly challenge it in the era when the world's number one sect is still in power.

I can only close the door of the house and chew my tongue secretly.

The mayfly always likes to focus on digging holes in giant trees.

In May of the following year, the gossip that Suyouzong Tu Baiyao and his suzerain husband, Mr. Shu, invited the gods spread like wildfire in the streets and alleys.

Like the spring rain, it penetrates every inch of soil finely.

Regardless of the slaughter of all demons, which god is invited?

Su Youzong holds the strength of the two tribes of monsters and is famous for his decisive killing. If he says he is a kind god invited, who will believe it?

But if it wasn't a good god...which evil god would it be?

"Well, then you say, it's not surprising that Mr. Fu Shu is bloodthirsty and invites fierce gods, the high priest..." The voice raised up meaningfully.

The world regards the high priest of Suyouzong as good.

Floating on the clouds, cypresses in the cold, cranes under the moon.

Not as good as Priest Shen in white.

How does such a benevolent person feel about this sect's invitation to a fierce god?

Could he... be dirty too?

In the early summer, the sky is slightly sunny, and the sound of the flute is lingering on the gardenia trees full of fragrance and sweetness, which makes people's hearts drunk.

The gardenia landed on the plate of glutinous rice cold cake on the stone table under the tree, inadvertently kneading the rich fragrance of flowers.

I don't know who came, but I accidentally kicked a small stone and rolled away on the path.

The flute stops.

Shen He put away the flute, turned around in the gardenias all over the sky, and looked at the "uninvited guest" with a smile.

It was a child who looked only seven or eight years old, and a child who was a little too good-looking.

He was wearing a red dress that swept the floor, his hair was untied, and it spread like splashed ink, and a few petals of ignorant gardenias fell in without any ripples.

A pair of grape-like dark eyes were staring at Shen Hegui without blinking.

It was empty and there was no light.

Shen Hegui was startled, he remembered that some time ago, the little gate boy said that the medicinal herbs he cultivated so hard were destroyed by some little animal, the grass leaves were torn, and the soil turned upside down.

At first he thought it was the little yellow dog in Zongli. After all, there are not many animals on this mountain, and even fewer of them could enter his residence.

It now appears that the real culprit has been caught.

Shen Hegui fixed his sights on the child's feet again, they were as white and tender as lotus root, arousing pity.

He thought for a while and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The child didn't respond, still looking at him.

Like a lifeless china doll.

If you touch it, it shatters.

This child looked a little weird, especially when he was stared at by those eyes, it made people feel chills behind him.

But Shen Hegui was still smiling, moved closer to the stone table with glutinous rice cold cakes, and waved to him gently: "Come and have some snacks, okay?"

The child looked at him.

Looking at Shen Hegui among the gardenias all over the sky.

……

Compared with his peers, this kid said very little.

At first, Shen Hegui thought he was cold-tempered, but later he saw that when eating cold cakes, he would often chew on a bite for a long time, stop after chewing for a while, rest for a long time, and then continue chewing.

Only then did I realize that this child was simply lazy.

Helpless by this recognition, Shen Hegui simply replaced the dim sum with pastries that melt in the mouth to entertain him.

But this child's whereabouts are really erratic, and he came here every half a month, not necessarily during the day, and he didn't say hello a few times.

In the past few days, Zongli worshiped the gods with raw poultry, and children came to him more often.

Shen Hegui managed to catch him once, and he still treated him with snacks. Seeing his puffed cheeks, he couldn't help laughing, and said softly, "Eat slowly."

The child who ate at the speed of a turtle paused and raised his eyelids slightly to look at him.

Shen Hegui: "..." It really couldn't be slower.

He smiled sheepishly, and asked unhurriedly, "Do you have a name?"

The lazy child swallowed the snack, paused for a long time and spit out a word: "None."

To be honest, this kind of child who doesn't like to laugh or talk is really unpleasant, and he follows behind people all the time.

But he has a beautiful face, a face that is seductive but not greasy, flattering but not vulgar.

There are no long blooms yet, and when he grows up, he will definitely be a good hand that will bring disaster to the country and the people.

Shen Hegui held up the teacup, took a sip, and said in a gentle tone: "Is there a place to return?"

The child squinted his eyes, and the darkness in them made the spine tingle and shudder.

But he said, "None."

"It's better to belong to me."

Shen Hegui put down the teacup, his eyes were burning under his eyelashes, and there was a calm smile on the corner of his lips, unconsciously letting people off guard.

"This mountain is empty, you have nowhere to go, why not return to me."

The child put down the snack in his hand, stretched lazily, and yawned.

I don't know whether to agree or disagree.

Shen Hegui smiled and stretched out his hands to help the petals in his hair, "My surname is Shen, my name is Hegui, and my name is praying for wine. I am the owner of this nameless residence, and I am also the seventh disciple of Suyouzong in this generation."

"The name is a mantra, and I won't give it to you. If the disciples of this generation rank tenth, I will call you 'eleven'."

The child leaned against the stone table as if he had no bones, his face was full of disdain: "Do you know my identity?"

His home is the Temple of Soul, but Doudou this ordinary man should continue to speak, who knows that this person is still sticking his nose in the face.

"know."

Shen Hegui looked straight into his dark eyes, and said word by word: "You are eleven."

The child laughed loudly, but it was full of coldness.

He was dressed in red, with long hair fluttering lightly. Compared with a god, he looked more like a resentful ghost in the world: "Idiot, I see that you are impatient to live."

Facing his murderous intent like a black cloud overwhelming the city, Shen Hegui was able to sit on the stone chair calmly and calmly.

He crossed his fingers and propped his chin, and said in an innocent tone, "I heard that Zongli has invited a god recently. As a show of respect, the Zongzhu intends to serve him with live chickens and ducks every day."

"..."

Pushing the plate of snacks back to the child with a little force with the index finger, he said without changing his face, "But I have some snacks on the mountain."

A certain god who doesn't want to eat live chicken or duck: "..."

Everyone in the world regards the high priest as good? ? ?

Which bastard said it out of conscience?

……

The child lived in the nameless of Shen Hegui.

Although it is said to be a "child", in fact, he can't even remember how old he is.

According to word of mouth in the world, when the suzerain suzerain personally went to the soul temple to invite the gods, he appeared in the appearance of an adult.

As for why I use a child's body now...of course it's because I can work less when I'm young.

Kuan Youshen picked up an apple and wiped it with his cuff, making a crackling sound when he bit it.

Speaking of the matter of 'the suzerain came to the temple to invite the gods in person'... the God of Resentment You couldn't help laughing, and lay down on his back.

Full of idiots.

"eleven."

As soon as he touched the pillow, he heard Shen Hegui calling him.

'Eleven' lay expressionless on the bed and pretended to be dead.

Shen Hegui who just came back from his master shook his head helplessly, and walked into his room with a good temper.

"Eleventh, you didn't do the homework you were asked to do, did you?"

Resentment You Shenquan pretended not to hear, eyes closed tightly.

Shen Hegui sighed silently, sat on the edge of his bed and poked his forehead, "If you don't do it, don't do it, I brought you something good."

"What dim sum?" Kuan Youshen opened one eye, as if Lafayette wanted to inspect the goods.

There was no food box, but a very thin red thread wrapped around his hand.

"Are you going to hang yourself?"

Helpless and funny, Shen Hegui tied the red thread at both ends and wrapped it around his hands.

He held up the red line with his palm, and with a few twitches with his nimble fingers, he was able to build a small bridge.

Resentment God turned over, propped his chin and looked curiously: "What is this?"

"Flip the flower rope."

Shen Hegui used the little fingers of both hands to trace the red line on the side, his expression was gentle and focused, his eyelashes were long and slender, like the arc of a first quarter moon.

He fiddled with the red thread in various ways, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the God of Resentment had inadvertently climbed from his hands to his face.

Shen Hegui looks like this...

It seems to be... quite beautiful.

The child was lying on the bed, with his chin propped up and his feet up, lazily looking at Shen Hegui, who was dressed in white and swayed on the floor.

There was a red thread wrapped around his hand, as if he had lost his mind.

Shen Hegui suddenly stopped his movements, lowered his head, and looked deeply at the God of Resentment with his dark eyes.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, she just sighed lightly, untied the thin thread in her hand, and said in a soft voice, "It's fine if you don't grow up."

Resentment God: "?"

He responded with a half-smile: "I also eat a lot of food."

"..."

Shen Hegui had a wooden face, and loosely tied the red thread around his neck.

"If you don't grow up, I won't be sentimental."

……

The light was so bright that Kiyo couldn't open his eyes.

He clutched his little finger and rolled over.

A good turning rope is now broken in two, not to mention, it is even wrapped around the dog.

God is going to die and I blame You God.

Qiyou looked at his little finger, and couldn't help but think of High Priest Shen.

Priest Shen is rare in the world, but he died miserably in the end.There are no dead bodies, only clothes tombs.

He didn't know what he wanted to find such a person.

After thinking about it, it should be more appropriate to say holding a grudge.

Shen Hegui has been a hero all his life, and loves the so-called world terribly.

In the end, he was required to come forward and clean up the mess.

hateful.

Thinking of this, Qiyou felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and it hurt like he was bitten by an ant.

He tossed and turned and couldn't calm down, the bed was almost kicked to pieces by him before he realized something was wrong.

Why... so uncomfortable?

It's not pain caused by a bad mood

But he hasn't heard of any evil spirit with a family history of heart disease? ?

Qiyou got up and sat down, and when he was about to return to his soul and ask the temple to change the water and soil, the phone buzzed.

Who doesn't have long eyes...

Lu Chan: [Little princess, do you feel uncomfortable?Do you need my help huh? 】

Qi You could almost imagine the tone of this man's words, and immediately became furious, wishing he could grab the chicken head off his neck.

Lu Chan sent another message: [I have a discount~]

Qiyou's heart was so stuffy that he couldn't speak. Just as he was about to scold him, Lu Chan was one step ahead of him and sent another message:

[Okay, let's stop making trouble, my heart is not feeling well, how are you? 】

Qiyou: "???"

what's the situation? ?Group heart attack? ?

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!