Waste Strong Foundation

The top of the ghost gate is covered with exaggerated fingers that look like red coral, and the boy sits under his buttocks.

Dare to provide a soft cushion.

This made the ghost mother and the eight hellhounds who came sniffing the strange smell wrinkle their noses angrily, daring not to speak out.

The boy glanced at the messy altar, snorted softly and was about to jump off, his loose coat slid down to his elbows, revealing his dark red skin.

There are no stars and moons tonight, but there is a layer of white halo shrouded around him, which dilutes the sense of discord brought about by the matching of leather jackets and plain silk hakamas.What's more, under the boy's two slender and rough ankles, there are four-toed feet that resemble crocodile feet.

The local people couldn't help but put their hands on their foreheads and let out exclamations one after another.

This is the red-faced snake god that the old man Lei Shi tried to worship——

That is, the father god of the south - Candle Dragon.

Dressing too avant-garde, but in line with the superhuman image of a god in the minds of mortals, no one questioned his origin for a while!

how so.Fei Mingqiu observed the excited expressions of the common people and the priests, and thought faintly:

Who are Danzhu's people?Your king died less than half an hour ago.

In addition to the eye-catching silver hair, Zhulong also has a small braid of about ten centimeters. His facial features are exquisite and baby fat, and his chin has five or six dragon scales the size of a fingernail. His body is as thin as a bamboo pole. No matter how you look at it, he looks like the Two -dimensional paper man.

When he is not speaking, he is like the wind in the night and the shadow under the lamp. His talent is so illusory that others subconsciously ignore his existence.

Of course, this "other" does not include his old acquaintances.

Fei Mingqiu took the notebook from Bai Shatang with a blank expression, "Is this something belonging to the priest at that time?"

The child nodded in fear, "Yes. Mountain God, I—"

Zhulong was displeased, and tried to jump down by holding on to the ghost gate, but he almost slipped and fell, with his hands and feet hanging in the air and thumping for a long time.

Fei Mingqiu stopped flipping through his notes, "..."

Shang Yuan thought twice, put away the Kunwu knife, "..."

None of their gods are reliable, and the fairy world is really going to be over.

A carp in Zhulong straightened his legs and returned to the sitting posture when he appeared on the stage, pointed at the gnashing ghost mother, and asked:

"Girl, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your madness is getting worse. It's not good. Bring it here. I'll prescribe a medicine for you."

The ghost mother spat: "Who is your girl! It is true to bring the antidote! If my face is ruined, old snake demon, don't even want your home!"

Zhulong scratched the dragon scales on his chin, "Oh, it means you have a rash on your face. Haha, where is the antidote? I just saw you go crazy in the ghost mansion, and when you took the medicine, you were more concerned about the medicine, girl Ah, it's not a problem, it will disappear after two days of rest."

Seeing that the ghost mother wanted to talk about some girlish literature, he sealed her throat with his fingers together, and looked at Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan with his chin resting on his cheek.

Fei Mingqiu didn't take it seriously, he gave Shang Yuan a bow, and motioned him to look at the title page of the notebook, "This is my brother's relic."

Shang Yuan was slightly taken aback, "Shi Rong and?"

Fei Mingqiu: "Well. This seems to be a diary. I think there may be clues that he became a priest of Danzhu in it. I'll just read it."

"He and this altar—Shi Ronghe died? You..." Shang Yuan frowned.

Fei Mingqiu didn't seem to care much, he flipped through the scribbled diary at a glance, "It's nothing."

Fei Mingqiu smiled lightly when he thought of something, and said slowly, "You don't know him. Actually, I also..."

Seeing that the two people ignored him, Zhulong rubbed his aching forehead, his childish face huddled together, and sighed:

"I suffered from rheumatism, and slept a long time at the bottom of the river, so I was not able to attend the meeting to go to God's Realm. I didn't expect to lose my vote and cause a series of disasters. But you stop today, these mortals worship me For God the Father, I will keep them safe."

Shang Yuan: "We wouldn't do anything to ordinary people."

Zhulong cleared his throat, "That would be great. Besides, this kid sincerely sacrifices to me every year and festival. What are you killing him for?"

Shang Yuan folded his arms, "Ask the question knowingly."

The Kaiming Lord has made countless enemies outside of Kunlun, but by virtue of his deeds of killing gods and refining the Kunwu Sword, he has friendship with Zhulong, who cherishes heroes.

It's a pity that Zhulong is a guy who doesn't fit in by nature. He would rather exile himself to the south than be "bird-like" by Dijun.

It seems that the last time the two sides met was at Kunwu Mountain, where the mountain god was about to collapse.

Zhulong's soles trembled slightly, obviously proud and happy, but he scolded Danzhu's crimes with a cold face:

"Huangkou boy dared to submit a certificate of honor to the old thief Di Jun on Lao Tzu's site, so arrogant! If he wants to unify the north and the south and become the emperor himself, is it the same to ask me? Why, because I don't care about things, I want to find another master? Damn it .Stealing my artifact is an extra crime, and deserves a tragic death."

This word reveals many secrets.

Did Zhulong foresee that Shang Yuan and Fei Mingqiu would come here, did he deliberately lift the restriction on the treasure house——

He shook the crocodile's feet and thought about some thoughts, straightened up and turned over to stand on the ghost gate, with his hands around his mouth blowing into the dark sky.

His answer was the star-studded night sky.

The flood and tide summoned by Di Jun using Yinglong as a medium was blown by him to the uninhabited South China Sea and further south.

Ah, the South China Sea.

Fei Mingqiu, who was frowning and reading the diary, took the time to glance at the ghost mother.

Shang Yuan helped make up the knife, and said lightly: "My condolences."

The ghost mother whimpered and couldn't complete the sentence, thinking that her hometown was harmed by the candle dragon, she became emotional, and her face became more and more red.

"Your insanity is really severe. You are suddenly happy and angry. I will diagnose your pulse immediately." After finishing speaking, Zhulong said loudly: "Why is there no applause?"

He has lived alone in the south for a long time. He looks like a silver-haired handsome boy with many eccentricities in his heart.

The crowd was stunned for a while, and the old people took the lead in the sparse applause.

Satisfied, Zhulong gave the people two hundred baskets of sweet fish and shrimp with a big wave of his hand, thus reaping the promise of many "children and grandchildren".

He grabbed the ghost mother to the ghost gate and forcibly checked the pulse, and shouted at Fei Mingqiu: "Kunlun, please pay me some attention? Isn't it too much?"

Fei Mingqiu was busy reading his diary and ignored him.

The ghost mother gasped, her eyes were bloodshot and she stared at Zhulong, as if she was about to change into her original body and bite off his head in the next moment.

Zhulong withdrew his gaze, "Think about how much trouble this period has caused Kunlun and Kaiming Lord. I remember you were not crazy before, girl."

The ghost mother struggled a few times when she first heard the words, moved her eyes and lowered her head, two tears rolled down suddenly.

A pair of watery eyes broke into Zhulong's mind.

Now Zhulong couldn't express the sarcasm that rolled to his lips, "...take your medicine well. There is still hope."

Yuanyuan, Xiaoma and the two mountain gods dared not show their atmosphere the whole time, and quietly raised their heads to observe the red-faced creator god who lived in the gossip of the gods.

Zhulong did have a lot of eccentricities, he immediately grabbed the ghost mother's shoulder and slyly compared Scissorhands, "How am I better than Di Jun?"

Yuanyuan laughed and said: "Grandpa Long, Longzhang Fengzi——"

Candle Dragon and Phoenix are not a couple.

Especially Zhulong, who considers himself a "straight man of steel" believes in "singleism", can't help but sneer three times.

He was about to prove his innocence and step on the phoenix, when Fei Mingqiu suddenly called his name, "Why?"

Fei Mingqiu grabbed his notebook and asked, "How far into the future can you see with your godhead?"

Zhulong replied casually: "Four, 5000 years? When I was young and ignorant, I was tricked by Dijun into signing a life-and-death agreement, promising to be half a head shorter than him everywhere."

In other words, Dijun should see a little more future than Zhulong.

Fei Mingqiu asked again: "Is it 4000 years or 5000 years?"

Zhulong tapped his forehead and said with a smile, "So it's five or six thousand years. Why are you asking this?"

Fei Mingqiu looked puzzled, and said lightly: "My brother—Shi Rongyu said that he was brought here by Di Jun. Could it be that Di Jun appeared on the central star that is tens of trillions of light years away? Is it? If so, I must have seen him in the past 22 years."