not good, immortal

Chapter 88 Strong
Divine bone.

This word is really too unfamiliar.

In the recorded history of gods, although the gods died, their bodies would turn into mountains, rivers and even stars.

Naturally, there will be no bones and remains left, unless...

He didn't die?
Feng He didn't move for a long time, the moonlight like frost was reflected on the girlish face, her red lips were slightly pursed.

It was so taboo, beyond what she thought she could touch.

Ji Chen looked at the pot in his hand, and then at the beautiful goblin sitting an inch away, kneeling blankly: "You don't want it? Don't you try to see if you are the destined guest?"

"I……"

Feng He shook his head in a trance.

A man of destiny, a guest of destiny.

She just wanted to come on the roster and go back to living her little life happily.

It doesn't matter if you play jokes with Xiaoba, listen to Qiao Zhenzhen recite Tang poems, be fed by Mr. Lu, or even...be his cat.

In short, in any case, it is much better than being involved in a war between the gods.

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting away.

The gods are angry...

She dared not think.

"Try it, if you are not the chosen one, then naturally you can't take it with you. Supreme honor, supreme mana, and supreme virtue, these 'three noes' must account for at least one of them?"

Three no?

Feng He savored his words carefully, and after a long while, said:
"You made this up, didn't you?"

"certainly not!"

Ji Chen wasn't completely talking nonsense.

A few decades ago, a goddess also came here to call him. At that time, this place had not been developed into a holiday villa area by that Qi An.

He only remembered that the goddess came on the waves, in the night sky hanging on the full moon, and scratched her hand with a moon-like blade.

To be honest, the spiritual power of that blood was thin, and the taste was not very good.

However sex it is right.

Also because of this thin spiritual power, at that time, before his spirit was fully awakened, he asked the dragon spirit to send the clay pot up.

Of course, she couldn't take it away, she just walked away, and she didn't even get to know her honorable name in the future.

I don't think it's a big shot.

This one in front of me is different.

Five thousand years ago, his mana was so strong... that he could chase the Kuilong royal family who are proud of their speed, that is, himself, all over the eastern wasteland.

There is also a master who can scare away all the dragons with a single mouth, and I heard that he is also the heir to many honorable positions.

But it's kind of weird.

Thousands of years have passed, and she is still a demon alone, without inheriting the position of god?

Thinking of this, Ji Chen simply swam over, with a long tail dangling in the water, and begged again, "Please help me."

"Really?"

"Really, really." Ji Chen's face was full of sincerity, "I swear by the ancestor of my family, if there is even half a lie, I will never get out of this prison for the rest of my life."

When Feng He heard this, the line of defense in his heart loosened a little. Naturally, this oath cannot be faked.

Her slender fingers moved slightly, hesitantly catching the pot.

For some reason, Ji Chen stepped back and covered his eyes, as if he was worried about something terrifying.

But the clay pot was easily in her hands...

Nothing has changed, it's still a clay pot.

"really."

"really."

The two spoke at the same time.

"not me."

"It's you."

Then there was a short silence.

Ji Chen explained: "It's not that no one came to try to take him away, but..."

He vaguely described the tragedy of the goddess who was burned by the breath of the gods, but most of the faces of the fairy Chang'e were destroyed, which is a pity.

"..."

Fenghe felt that he was about to stop thinking...

All these things are really related to her?
Since thousands of years ago, the master has always told her that the world is dangerous, and a kitten should pay attention to protecting herself, so she has practiced in that cave for thousands of years except for a few times.

In this way, can he become the Chosen One?
She never had a supreme position, nor did she have supreme magic power...

Is it the supreme virtue?No way?I am just a little bit better than "the four bodies are not working hard, and the five grains are not distinguished".

Feng He murmured: "Am I so powerful?"

Ji Chen said seriously: "You are really strong."

As soon as the Dragon God's voice fell, his eyes were suddenly closed, and he fell down uncontrollably, and then fell straight into the deep pool.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Jiao Jing, who was still sticking out his tongue honestly, hurriedly chased after the master's figure, and gently carried him back on his back.

The water waves in the deep pool are rolling, and no matter how far away they are, they cannot be seen.

A majestic ancient sound floated up from below, breaking the water surface, it was——

"My wish is fulfilled."

In an instant, everything was back to normal.

The jade plate is entering the middle of the sky, and the bright moonlight is just reflected in the pool water, with blue waves rippling, leisurely and peaceful.

The white part of the painted pottery reflected the moonlight. It should have been soft and beautiful, but it was indescribably thrilling.

Feng He stared at it blankly, a little wanting to throw it into the water, but two calls from behind finally pulled her chaotic thoughts back——

"Xiao He!"

"grown ups!"

Behind her, a fairy and a demon looked surprised.

When did this Dragon God disappear?
When did clay pots appear?

In their eyes, the girl knelt quietly by the pool, and that time only passed for a moment.

After Feng He knew it, he was shocked.

It turned out that she had entered the chasm of time and space.

The one talking to him was actually the dragon soul from a hundred years ago.

Back in the room, she didn't shy away from Qi An, and directly recounted the conversation between herself and Dragon God in detail, without missing any details.

Except for the part about the eight lives, she still didn't want to make Zhenzhen worry.

At the end, Feng He asked hesitantly: "Am I really strong?"

Qiao Zhenzhen and Qi An looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Fenghe: ...

It seems that asking a fairy with a low cultivation base and a little fairy who is about a hundred years old is a bit unreliable.

That's it.

Feng He turned his eyes back to the pot in his hand.

It is still a bit too ordinary, even with patterns, it doesn't have much ornamental value, and there is even nothing inside.

So, what happened to the divine bones?

Qiao Zhenzhen and Qi An looked over together, both were a little scared, and took two steps back.

"Don't follow me!" shy.jpg.

"I didn't..." wronged.gif.

Feng He glanced at them and laughed dumbly.

In fact, she feels that the world is very good now.

Whether it is a fairy or an earth fairy, they can live a simple life.

Maybe stand in the center of the stage to receive the attention of all the people, or maybe you can only grab red envelopes in the WeChat group dive.

Maybe you were born with a wealth of money and will never run out of money, or maybe you have to take the subway to work for a human boss the next day...

There are thousands of brightly lit shadows in the city in the distance, and the sea outside the window has waves and the sky stretches as far as the eye can see.

The moonlight is endless.

The only thing missing is the high gods.

And who said that gods are a necessity in this world...

Obviously the moonlight is already so gentle.

Feng He glanced at the lonely pot.

A smile froze on his face for an instant.

In the dark, it seems that there is some voice telling her that the good time that can be so noisy seems to disappear soon.

　If it can be divided into volumes, it will be... the end of this volume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)