The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

Chen Yici looked up at the sky, speechless for a moment, he turned his head to look at Zuo Zhu who was holding an umbrella elegantly, annoyed:

"Then should I thank you?"

The left face is expressionless:

"you are welcome."

Afraid that the bombshell of saying thank you was not enough, he added:

"Should be."

Chen Yici: ...

The person in front of him behaves elegantly, and can make a simple white bone umbrella look like a nobleman.

The most eye-catching thing is the floor-length skirt with eye-catching tassels on him.

No, it's not mopping now.

It is already in the soil.

Chen Yici squatted down distressedly, rolled up the skirt for him, tied a bow tie around his belt and hung it up:

"What a shame it's dirty."

Zuo Zhu lowered his eyes, watching Chen Yici's movements indifferently.

At this moment, Uncle Liu came back from strolling across the field again, carrying a hoe and said:

"Oh, Xiao Chen, you said that the rain is really timely. There is no need to water these days."

"You said this water, how many days can it be poured again?"

Uncle Liu stopped abruptly as he spoke, looking at Zuo Zhu in the red dress in front of him.

Zuo Zhuilan looked back at him indifferently.

Uncle Liu hissed and greeted Zuo Zhu:

"Young man, are you also from that program group?"

He remembered that a program group came here some time ago, and the people in it were all very good-looking.

This person is also good-looking, and he is probably from that program group.

Zuo Zhu looked at him, calmly answered irrelevant questions and said:

"depend on mood."

The uncle looked at Zuo Zhu in a daze.

? ?

What do you mean?What do you mean by looking at your mood?

Chen Yici, who was pulling the bow tie for Zuo, jumped up like a frightened little rabbit, and shouted:

"He said, look at the mood of the gods!!"

Fuck, it's too thrilling.

He just knelt down and tied a bowknot, Zuo Zhu's identity was about to explode.

He was worried that Uncle Liu would see through Zuo Zhu's identity, so he hurriedly followed Uncle Liu's words and put a vest on Zuo Zhu:

"That's right, he is indeed a contestant in the program group and also my friend."

Zuo Zhu glanced at him lightly, feeling unclear.

Uncle Liu slapped his head and suddenly realized: "Oh, so you said it was raining!"

He sighed, shook his head and said:

"That's difficult. It depends on God's mood. Who can say what God's mood is."

"That's a god, what can control the mood of a god, who knows what he likes?"

Chen Yici didn't care about Zuo Zhu's skirt right now, and hurriedly took Uncle Liu's hand and sincerely pushed him out:

"You are right, Uncle Liu."

"Uncle Liu, I saw that your cows seem to be eating the green vegetables from Wu Ma's family on the slope over there, so hurry over and have a look."

If he let these two people who are not chatting on the same channel continue to chat, sooner or later there will be problems in the chat.

If Uncle Liu knew that the person standing in front of him was a god, the world might collapse into something.

Uncle Liu was startled, and hurried to the top of the mountain over there.

After he left, Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to squat down to tie Zuo Zhui's bow.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the top of the head:

"Chinese cabbage."

Chen Yici thought he heard it wrong, so he raised his head and asked:

"What did you say?"

Zuo Zhu lowered his head and continued to announce the name of the dish:

"carrot."

Chen Yici suddenly realized.

This is to answer the question "What do gods like" that Uncle Liu asked before...

But people are gone...

Looking at the distant mountains from the left, he announced the name of the dish in a long tone of poetry:

"And wax gourd."

Only then did Chen Yici see Zuo Zhu's true purpose, and said helplessly:

"Do it, do it, I'll do it for you tomorrow."

After finally seeing off the uncle, Chen Yici picked up the hoe and prepared to dig the ground.

Uncle Liu was right. During this period of time, the sun was so hot that several pieces of the land were cracked. I have to say that this rain was really timely.

The seedlings in the soil are obviously more moist. After the rain stops, the seedlings are covered with dew, the land is more fertile, and the air smells fresh after the rain.

He was hoeing, holding the corner of his clothes from left to right, waving his fan, walked over in the footsteps of a noble young man, and said a shocking word:

"I'll dig the soil."

Chen Yici: ...

His eyes fell on the folding fan inlaid with gold, and he seriously asked for advice:

"Use your 24k pure gold-edged paper fan to dig up the soil?"

Left by: ...

He nodded slowly, and gracefully opened his fan:

"can."

Chen Yici: ...?

After speaking, he fanned and tapped in the air immediately.

The pink petals fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and moistened the soil silently.

As the petals fell one after another, the soil was moved little by little by the falling petals.

The petals are like ants, moving small clods of soil, but after a while, the land has been turned over by the disturbing "ants".

In the blink of an eye from Chen Yici, the land has been completely turned upside down.

Chen Yici was dumbfounded.

Zuo Zhu looked at Chen Yici, expressionless:

"He can really turn the dirt."

Chen Yici could not wait to confess the fan, and apologized to the fan:

"sorry."

This effect is quite good, but the problem is that the effect of this skill is too cool.

He picked up the hoe again, and stopped:

"Forget it, don't use it, I'm afraid the petals will attract people, and if your identity is discovered, the loss outweighs the gain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Wu drove the duck over:

"Hey Xiao Chen, did you see the pink peach blossoms here just now?"

"It looks pretty good, but this season is not the season of peach blossoms."

Shaking his fan on the left, he opened his mouth to correct:

"That's cherry blossoms."

Chen Yici hastily covered Zuo Zhu's mouth, and pointed at Aunt Wu toward the mountain:

"I didn't see it, is it over there?"

Aunt Wu snorted, scratched her head and said:

"It's also possible that I was wrong."

Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief.

He spent three days' worth in one day, which was more tiring than plowing the field three times.

He must be the only one who can cultivate a latent sense of déjà vu in a field.

After returning home, Chen Yici looked at Zuo Zhu's muddy skirt and felt distressed.

Such a good fabric, such a good color, it is a pity to be soiled like this.

And he had never seen Zuo Zhu wear red.

Zuo Zhu, who was dressed in red, had an unidentified sense of coquettishness, but he was also a cold person who turned away people for thousands of miles as soon as he sat down, so he looked a little more strange.

He racked his brains and came up with a wonderful description:

"Like a cherry wrapped in ice."

Zuo Zhu, who didn't know what a cherry was, raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

Chen Yici explained to Zuo Zhu:

"Cherries are edible."

Zuo Yi nodded, and then lowered his body a little bit to clean the mud stains on his skirt.

Chen Yici looked at Zuo Zhu, who was not used to washing clothes, washing clothes, very unskilled.

Chen Yici remembered that Zuo Zhu had a cleanliness habit.

Such a clean freak followed him around the fields.

After eating, Chen Yici discussed with Zuo Zhu about the freezing of another world.

Halfway through the last time, he was surprised that Zuo Zhu's buff, which can control the weather with emotions, is still useful in this world, and he forgot about it.

At present, the Zuozhu cannot go back, that is, no matter what the Zuozhu's mood is, it will have no effect on the other world.

And only he can move freely, and the task of saving another world is currently falling on him.

According to Zuo Zhu, it doesn't have to be in that world, as long as there is proof of his existence.

Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief, and asked:

"What do you use, is your hair fine?"

Zuo Zhu turned a page of the book and shook his head slowly.

Chen Yici continued to ask:

"The nails, tears?"

Shouldn't it be possible to use a part of the body?still……?

Seeing Zuo Zhui's calm expression, Chen Yici's heart became more and more tugged, and he silently prayed in his heart not to say that answer.

After 2 minutes, Zuo Zhu finished reading the last line, closed the page, and said lightly:

"With my blood."

Chen Yici's heart sank, he struggled and said:

"Can I use my blood?"

Zuo Zhuxin took a book, raised his head from the page when he heard this sentence, and stared at Chen Yici:

"You are not a god."

The author has something to say: update two chapters today, and post tomorrow’s in advance, if you don’t update tomorrow, why not? (*￣3)(ε￣*)