Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 435 So Good at Compiling You to Write a Novel
Jiu Yuanzi felt that Zitong's pessimism and mourning were just a kind of daze with nothing to do.

I don't know what to do, the side effects of emptiness, of course, can simply be called moaning without illness.

It's just that if you say that he is empty and dazed, he probably won't blow his hair, and he will have a sense of identity that he does have this symptom.

But if you just use an indifferent tone and say that he is moaning without illness, then he can jump up on the spot, blush and quarrel with you for 3 hours without a break.

If the world is boring and human nature is ugly, just listen to it as a joke.

Because in this environment, Zitong opened a bottle of jasmine tea with sugar, poured it into a paper cup, and sat on the ground, as if drinking some high-quality fairy tea.

He is not even willing to choose the one with no sugar and 0 calories.

This kind of person will be mourned, but only for others, and he is very particular about his own life.

"If you finish setting up the score, then I will start."

Jiu Yuanzi glanced at his wrist, the temporarily transformed diamond watch had no hands on it.

"You only have 1 minute and 03 seconds left for the dialogue time you bought with the spirit item."

Zitong feels that he is now a scholar who meets a soldier, and he can't explain why. He put down the paper cup, looked aside fearlessly, and unwrapped the two little ones for snacks.

He said: "I found that they have roots with me in heaven, and I decided to save them. As long as they lose those useless knowledge, they can live happily without worry.

Look at how happy they are eating now. "

"That's because the two of them are still young and haven't started learning anything yet, they just like to eat snacks." Jiu Yuanzi looked at him, thinking about it a little bit unconvinced.

"Then why don't you take the initiative to find me, if you want to talk about the root cause, am I not familiar with you?"

Zitong was a little surprised, looking at her a little confused.

Jiu Yuanzi said: "I was in heaven to say that I had a feud with your bird, and I put bird feces in your tea many times, saying that your bird did it.

Because of this, you went to the Jade Emperor to sue me many times without evidence.Is the friendship of 1900 not as good as these two strangers? "

"1900?" Zitong was stunned.

Jiu Yuanzi said confidently: "That's right, your memory is too bad.

I remember very clearly that I was just born 1900 years ago, so cute and beautiful.You just watched me around and muttered for a long time why your son is not good enough, how could he be a woman, so you can only make do with it.

How rude. "

She snorted, "So I kept troubling you all the time, and you also targeted me all day long."

Zitong was silent, "I don't have a son."

Jiu Yuanzi rolled his eyes at him, "You raise that golden crow as your son, a living bird slave."

She raised her hand and looked at her watch again, "It's time for the conversation, and if you want to chat again, you will have to pay more. Our psychologists are all paid by the second when we open up solutions to others."

"Wait, you are a god born 1900 years ago? But aren't you a demon?" Zitong looked at her carefully, only to realize that she had misread it before.

He muttered, "So it's immortal energy? I thought it was a coincidence of spiritual energy that cultivated immortal energy, but it's still a demon in essence.

Wait, there are new immortals appearing in Heaven? "

Listening to his talking to himself, Jiu Yuanzi felt something was wrong.

Although this Zitong looks exactly the same as that one, only a young and a middle-aged, but the feeling is completely different.

Unless he lost his memory, how could he not recognize himself.

Even if there was a trace of distraction among the spiritual objects, as the controller of the Jinbang Dojo at that time, he would not have such a complete gap with the original owner.

Unless, Zitong in the dojo is another Wenqu Xingjun.

Thinking of this, Jiu Yuanzi loosened his finger on the gold coin, stared at Zitong in front of him, should he kill or not?
Zitong, who was in deep thought, suddenly asked: "How are the heavens and the mortal world now?"

Jiu Yuanzi stared at him and laughed, "How should I put it, it's very good.

Everyone has nothing to do, eats, drinks and plays all day long, and lives a carefree life. The biggest worry is that one or two of the fruits on the tree are missing.

The little fairies watch dramas when they have nothing to do, or talk about gossip, and then fall in love with the generals. "

She covered her mouth and said with a smile: "As for the mortal world, it already has the power to slaughter gods.

Before long, it should be possible to enter the Heavenly Court and sit on the top of the Lingxiao Palace with another person, overlooking all living beings. "

Zitong's hands trembled, "Why is this happening? Isn't the Heavenly Court supposed to be destroyed, and the mortal world should be swallowed up, everything will be destroyed, and then regenerate to build a new world?"

The jasmine tea in the paper cup spilled out while he was trembling, splashing on his clothes.

Jiu Yuanzi stared at him in surprise, weird?
There is something about this Zitong.

She sat on the chair and began to change her figure, recreating her appearance in the polar abyss.

Then she raised her hand, and she released an evil spirit from the bottle, wrapped around her palm like a flexible red snake.

Jiu Yuanzi showed four fangs, grinned and said, "Okay, I won't pretend anymore, let's have a showdown.

The gods in heaven are just animals in our farm, who allows you, such a lowly thing, to call us by our honorable name.

Didn't the gods teach you that when it comes to cunning, you have to kneel down and show your respect? "

Zitong stared blankly at her, bursting into tears, "You're a cunning. You don't know who I am anymore? What about my creation legend! You promised."

"Who are you?" Jiu Yuanzi smiled contemptuously, "Prince Wan never mentioned a guy like you, neither did anyone else.

With all due respect, did you make a mistake? I haven’t heard any creation legends in Weizhong in the past 1900 years. "

The words Wan Yuanshou seemed to have touched Zitong's back. The paper cup in his hand dropped, his eyes widened, and the veins on his head bulged and he shouted: "Did it be done by Yuan Yuan? He took my credit and contract Are they all wiped out?

The Head of State Wen broke her contract with me, and she will be punished. You tricksters are indeed the most disgusting thing! "

壹？
Jiu Yuanzi disappeared instantly, turned into smoke and appeared in front of Zitong, kicking him to the ground.

She raised her hand to stare at Zitong and said, "How can you mention Yidi's name from the mouth of a lowly fairy like you?
The One Head of State no longer exists, and now there is only His Majesty the One Emperor who commands the Three Realms.

Winding heads?
Her head is now placed in front of the ghost gate of the underworld, making a good landscape.Hahahahaha! "

Zitong shook his head, "Impossible, it is impossible for the head of state to lose, we have already planned it at that time, and there will be absolutely no problems."

Jiu Yuanzi showed perverted eyes, and happily reminded: "Did you forget something?"

"What?" Zitong raised his head.

Jiu Yuanzi grinned and said, "You're already dead, what's your business with us?

Why are you here, who killed you, do you remember?

Say it, make me happy. "

Zitong said with trembling lips: "Of course I know I'm dead, as long as I can become famous through the ages and become a legend of creation, I'm willing to die.

Who killed me?

No one killed me, I killed myself. "

He became excited, "Go back and tell the tricksters that I am the creator god of this world.

No, even if Head of State Wan is dead, Head of State Yi must abide by the contract I signed with them.

The legend that I am the God of Creation must be written in books and recorded in history, so that everyone in the three worlds will know! "

Jiu Yuanzi looked at him, withdrew his crazy expression, and said expressionlessly: "Wenqu Xingjun is just a little god, and he raised a golden crow as his son.

The pretty little fairy would also secretly laugh at him for being old and incapable.

He is unknown, when Yidi in Lingxiao Palace summons all the deceitful gods, he can only stand in the corner, like a poor ordinary and transparent old employee who is not seen by the leaders. "

She thought about it, and said cruelly: "Probably, it's exactly the same as before."

"No! That's not the case, you lied to me!" Zitong yelled heart-piercingly with red eyes.

"what!"

Jiu Yuanzi turned his head and found that it was Ling Xiaosheng lying on the ground with his head in his arms and screaming.

"One! Don't, don't kill me!" She didn't know what she thought of, her expression was extremely ferocious, her eyes were full of fear, she was not at all like her usual arrogant one.

Linglong was scared into a ball by her, this guy didn't know anything at all.

Jiu Yuanzi looked at her and Zitong, hey, if you meet Yihao in the dojo in the future, you should be more polite to him?

Your majesty the frightening Yidi, huh.

Tianting, No. [-] is holding a gear in his hand, a little dazed.

He sighed a long time and showed a helpless smile, "You gods are so fucking difficult to deal with. If you know how to make up, why don't you write a book?"

(End of this chapter)