Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 237
Hearing this, Wei Yi couldn't help but turn dark:
"This is really bad news."

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

With so many fetal breath powerhouses gathered together, and all the powerhouses of the human race are divided into four groups, how many supernatural powers and demon gods must there be in this army?
Although there are hundreds of years of supernatural powers and mana, there are relatively few ancient gods and demons and veteran demon gods of Baidao Xiantian Zuqi.

But you also have to look at the basic quantity.

In the past, the king didn't see the king, even if he saw him occasionally, there was no conflict.

But now it's different.

After all, all of them have to go out with the army, so naturally there will be more opportunities to meet each other.

Who is the master and who is the assistant, who listens to whom, who has more prestige among all people, this has to be said.

Basically, old guys are popular.

After all, some old monsters of that level are about to pass through the three innate tribulations, and some have supernatural powers for hundreds of years.

Basically a fierce group.

Naturally, the old monsters are popular, but the young ones are miserable.

So, as Hong Yu said earlier, you, a young demon god, naturally have a low status in the social circle.

In terms of seniority, it would be a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Could it be that you can still fight with them?

That must be impossible.

After all, they are all fighting for the human race, this time it is the luck of a real race, and no one will allow a real civil war.

Just like that, Hongyu was eating the Baiguodan pills and drinking the big wine with a smile on his face.

I wanted to see Wei Yi's jokes.

Wei Yi naturally knew what the little brother behind him was thinking, but it would be wrong if he really thought that way.

I don't have the final subtotal for the lore: put it badly!
"If that's the case, this poor man is just messing around, so he should lie down and do what he should do."

"It's small, it's just talking to us, alchemy and practice alone, we can do whatever we like."

"Poverty is the same as believing in poverty. We, the group of people, don't have time to beat poverty."

"If something like that really happens, this poor man also cares about the so-called internal fighting. It's internal fighting. Let us suppress it first."

Anyway, it's also fetal breathing supernatural powers, and it's more or less face-saving.

If it's really like what Wei Yi said, it's reasonable for anyone to lie down and lie down. Others really have a way.

If something really happened, no one can say there is a reason for it. After all, fetal breath is disgraceful, magical powers are disgraceful, and gods and demons are also disgraceful!
Hearing Wei Yi's words and seeing that ambitious look, Hongyu counted on me with a little helplessness:
"You~he~"

"It's strange that I have to listen to these people outside the palace next time, that guy is very stable, and he has no intention of retreating at all in his feelings."

"Afraid of trouble and afraid of being like that, he is so stable, he is clearly a straight-for-nothing guy, he's such a dog!"

As long as he doesn't have any ideas, he has to fight for it, fight for it, and show his skills for us to see.

That's good for him, he just messed it up.

That's a thousand-year-old salted fish who wants to stand up~
Chatting with Hongyu, Wei Yi was naturally very relaxed, took the fine nectar in my hand and poured himself a glass.

Then, it was like eating peanuts, especially holding a Baiguoxiang Pill, and ate it with wine:

"What's wrong with lying flat? Pindao is happy."

"Since our group of people is so powerful, since we are all demon gods who have rivals across the universe."

"Is there anything we can do to solve this?"

"If we are really incompetent, we will just sweep all the way and kill all the talents of other races."

"If we can really expand the territory along the way and let the people become the protagonists in that boundless land, this poor man will thank us."

"Is it safe and sound?"

"Pindao will squat outside his big tent when the time comes, and make alchemy outside the barracks every day, and practice supernatural powers."

"Is such a life of rice worms fragrant?"

"Anyway, we don't have the skills, so we'll fight and fight, and whoever has the skills will take the lead. Anyway, it's okay to be poor."

As Wei Yi said, is he relying on the old to sell the old? Is he a little man who has returned from the starry sky?
Without ability, he swept away his opponents.

If he doesn't have the ability, don't let others repel Xiaoying and catch my former civil servant. If that happens, Meng Zhi will even look down on us.

Anyway, the goal I set for myself from the very beginning was to be a civil servant.

If you can fight, try to use your hands.

But once something really goes wrong, I will naturally hide it.

After all, that's a small righteousness of the human race.

If something goes wrong, if something goes wrong, this is really a sinner.

We are known as demon gods, we have great supernatural powers, and we have unlimited power and power under our control. Naturally, we have to bear it under small righteousness.

That is understandable.

Come on, when I heard that Wai Hongyu also wanted to argue with me.

Anyway, the old friend in front of me is very cowhide, and he got here smoothly and steadily all the way.

This is the result of naturally not having one's own experience in that kind of practice.

It's useless to change yourself weakly.

Or let nature take its course.

Perhaps it has been a long time ago, and that one may have survived the eight innate calamities and achieved minor supernatural powers than me.

After all, from ancient times to the present, the one who remains is king.

I feel that my old friend opposite seems to have no such potential.

Ever since, Hong Yu also seemed to be a bit sloppy and said:
"Okay, okay, don't talk about that, it's time to eat and drink, and don't let things go to your heart."

"There is still some fine nectar from the emperor outside this seat, you may have to taste it outside this seat today."

"Oh, that's right, some time later, the people above returned the tribute and came down with a few fox men and snake men. It just so happens that fellow daoists are out there today, so let's enjoy it together."

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly patted my hands:

"Clap clap clap!"

last moment.

I only saw two groups of men in the form of Ana, hurriedly walking into the small hall from nearby.

Ears, calves, tail, chest...

Good guy, it is worthy of being a good thing from the military. It really is a boutique, it really is the best!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of silk and bamboo in the small hall was heard.

The extravagant sound is absolutely in the ear.

……

Wei Yi stayed in Hongyu's palace for eight or seven days, and he was treated like a prince.

Even if it's for a god, it's still done.

With that level of temptation, Meng Zhi didn't even believe that Hongyu after joining the army could do it.

Take that test cadre?

Which cadre can stand such a test!

Although it is only listening to silk and bamboo string music.

However, those gigolos who dance are also ordinary in appearance.

Absolutely the best.

After walking out of Tiandu, Meng Zhi at that time was extremely confident in his heart.

"Anyway, the poor are already lying flat, let the storm come more violently."

"Looking at the situation, it will take a few more years before the war really starts. This poor man should go and see these old friends."

"It is estimated that at that time, we should be able to meet our old friends in the future, and it can be regarded as sending us off for the first time."

"I'll see you for a Jiazi. I hope that all those old friends will return to the underworld."

"It's possible that it's a mistake. When I left the poor road, it seemed that I was young and quite young."

"It's only been 80 years, so no one will really get through it?"

Thinking about Wei Yi in his heart seems to be too confident.

After all, among the old friends I know, none of them are too old, and the oldest ones are in their seventies.

That Jiazi has passed, and it will take four or 40 years old to say more.

It is estimated that it is really hanging!
Thinking of that, Meng Zhi had to slow down.

Although it is in Tiandu, once I really get serious, it is only a mere 44 land.

I can reach it with one thought!

"brush!"

Under the sky somewhere, a little ripple suddenly flickered.

At the last moment, I only saw a person wearing a light blue Taoist robe, walking out hastily.

Look towards Qi Zhou.

He only saw eight small characters written brightly under the huge city behind him:

"Pingyang City!"

That is the Pingyang City I once stayed in. Where else can it be?
Step by step to the lower sky.

When the footsteps finally stepped down the road, the people on the road saw that one in a daze, and there was no Taoist priest who we didn't pay attention to.

"Candied haws, candied haws~"

"Seed cakes, freshly baked sesame cakes~"

"Take a look... take a look..."

"..."

People come and go along that road, the stone bricks on the side of the road seem to be able to reflect the shadows of people, and the curling smoke can further explain how exuberant the popularity is.

Obviously, Pingyang City has become even more prosperous.

Just when Wei Yi was about to take a step backwards, I suddenly stopped and was about to walk towards the old Wang's house.

Immediately afterwards, I glanced in the direction of Nanshan, and a disinterested expression appeared on my whole face:

"Oh? It's outside there?"

"It's meaningless, it's really meaningless."

When he was talking about that, Wei Yi turned around and walked towards the city at the very beginning.

I was still smiling while walking:

"I thought that there would be no surprises when I came back from that trip."

"It's such a young and old friend. It's really a little surprise that Pindao really thought that he was still alive."

Go farther and farther.

After a while, this pale blue figure gradually blended into the crowd.

the other side.

One of the mass graves in Nanshan.

I can only see the low mountains over there, green and undulating, and hundreds of graves lying directly in the mountains and forests.

No low and no high.

There are even some collective burials, and the small graves built are not as low as the two or eight meters.

The farther you go, the more sparse the graves are.

Similarly, the further outside, the older the tomb bag.

I also know whether it is a habit or something.

Anyway, the farther you go, the higher the graves are, and a small part is not as low as a person.

If there is no taboo, that piece of land is definitely a natural paradise for children. Playing hide-and-seek is simply perfect!
But in such a noisy environment.

The most central one, a tomb bag with a history of hundreds of years, suddenly shook very quickly.

"Crash..."

Whether there will be any falling sand in the next hundred years, it will end up falling under the grave mound.

Some grasses that have already taken root under it seem to be showing no sign of withering at this moment.

at last.

Just one of those moments.

The huge tomb began to shake violently.

Originally, only fine sand fell.

But with such shaking at this moment, the small mound, which was no more than seven feet high, dropped soil in all directions.

Seems like it's been shaking long enough.

This huge tomb bag suddenly and quickly stopped its shaking pace.

Followed by.

The most central piece of soil and rocks quickly became soft at the end, as if there was nothing outside.

But the problem is that the mound has hundreds of years of history.

Even, it has been nearly a hundred years before anyone has come there to continue worshiping and offering incense.

If there is nothing out there.

This can only be said to be a fraud!

"Boom!"

There was a sound of falling earth and rocks.

All I saw were the soft soil and rocks, which had already disappeared at this moment, and only a small white hole appeared in it.

It sounded like someone who had just woken up, especially, from outside the small hole in the grave:
"Uh... ah..."

"Finally woke up~"

Just before the sound fell on a cup of tea.

All I saw was a hand like dead wood kissing, hastily stretched out from the top of the grave, and just grabbed it under the soil and rocks next to it.

It looks very scary.

Finally, after going through that time, the person in the grave finally crawled out at this moment.

It was a skinny old man in the clothes of a dead man.

I only saw that I turned around, took a look at this huge grave, and then said without any regrets:

"It's a pity that such a good place to live."

"Before the old man slept that time, I'm afraid he can sleep again in that place before."

"You are a poor old man."

"At such a young age, I have to find a place to sleep by myself~"

As if lamenting himself, the old man's complexion carried a hint of sadness.

Immediately afterwards, I suddenly wiped my clothes.

"brush!"

At the last moment, I only saw a shovel that seemed to be made of white paper, and suddenly appeared in my hand.

The white paper looks very pale.

Especially in the full environment, it looks very strange.

"Intuit, intuit, intuit!"

The old man also smeared a few mouthfuls of saliva on his subordinates, as if they were doing farm work, and rubbed them together.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the shovel with both hands, and threw the soil that went out to the outside of the grave.

That is to redistribute the grave bags that I have destroyed.

The most outrageous.

The shovel held in the old man's hand was like a shovel made of white paper, and he couldn't make a decisive decision.

Casually shoveling on the ground can pierce the soft ground, and it looks very casual between shoveling and throwing.

While shoveling the soil, the old man sighed with an emotion called complacency:

"The old man is really miserable."

"After living so young, he is still alone, alone."

"So the youth has passed, and the old friends who used to be, at this moment, they are all buried in the ground."

"Even the young people from now on, say old man Ding, will not be able to see me from the front."

"Oh, Daoist priest, I really don't miss him much."

The moment I finished speaking, I saw a hand suddenly put on my shoulder from the front.

Feeling the sudden appearance of the palm, the old man suddenly froze, and at the last moment, a voice that seemed to be kissing said with a smile:

"Thinking that Mr. Li has such affection for Pindao Wu, it really flatters Pindao Wu."

"It's just that, so the youth has passed, why is your old man still the same?"

"There is no contract with ghosts and gods back then, you old man should talk about it at that time~"

(End of this chapter)