I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 63 My God, this is going to be posted!

Under the wide and dark Fu River, a huge old turtle slowly swims.

The water flowed across his hideous and rugged back, but everything was silent.Occasionally, some small fish would pass by his side, but they only regarded him as a stubborn rock at the bottom of the water.

During the siege by the Yin Division, thirteen gods died, and eleven of them were water gods.Out of a thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals, less than a third of them came back alive.

The water officer system is severely damaged.

In the past, due to racial reasons, the water gods were always inferior to the mountain gods in robbing luck.

Therefore, even this time he asked Qiu Ping to take the gas pot to collect blessings, Chenghuang also acquiesced.

"I don't know where I'm going, I can hear the singing of the oars..."

The old turtle turned his head to look in the direction of Changning County. The illusory ceremony on the roof received the blessings of the heavenly officials. It was magnificent and blurred. It was a real fairy scene.

But he let out a long sigh, with an indescribably desolate meaning.

Perhaps for the Shinto masters, it is a very profitable deal for so many gods to die in exchange for control of Abi Hell.

But he is just an ordinary river god in a county, his vision is not so wide, and he can't see so far.

All he cared about was his countless lonely ghosts who never came back.No, they are not even counted as lonely ghosts, their souls have long since disappeared completely in the world.

Those countless juniors who he watched grow up...

Now, it's all gone.

"Gudu."

Just as He Bo left, a ball of golden liquid hit Qiu Ping's head like jelly, and penetrated into his body in an instant before it splashed out.

If there are people who are good at looking forward to Qi, they will find that Qiu Ping's fate has changed rapidly. From the original red and white, the red will soon overwhelm the white.

In terms of physical senses, he couldn't detect any changes.

He just felt that heaven and earth seemed to be a little closer to him, and a floating feeling from the depths of his soul appeared in his heart.

If you want to improve your own luck, there are no more than a few methods, such as practicing, reading, or being supported by noble people.

Qiu Ping can hardly be regarded as a nobleman's support.

The greatest nobleman in the world, Emperor Ziwei, supported a lot at a time.

It took about a quarter of an hour before Qiu Ping's turbulent luck stopped, and finally stayed at the point where seven parts were red and three parts were white.

"Thank you Huang'ao Well God for your help." A group of water gods stepped forward to salute Qiu Ping. Originally, with their speed, they were far from able to grab so much luck, and they all wanted to accept Qiu Ping's favor.

And even though they were born from spirits and monsters, and their brains were not as quick-witted as humans, it could be seen that since He Bo lent the gas pot to Qiu Ping, he intended to support this young man.

Originally, I heard that He Bo was interested in Daping Mountain Spring God, but unfortunately he died in Abi Hell.

"Little Loach, thank you for this." The old tortoise in Chenjiaping turned his head and turned into an old man with a tortoise shell on his back.

The old turtle has served as the river god for more than 300 years. Among the eighth and ninth rank gods, there is no one who is older than him.

Although he lived a long life, he has been mediocre all his life, and he has not been able to be promoted so far.

If Qiu Ping hadn't given him a lot of good luck, I'm afraid his fate wouldn't have improved much after the Shoutian Bailu Ceremony ended.

……

"Grandpa Hebo, are you there?" Not long after the ceremony, a small loach ran to Hebo's temple with a brass basin in its two fins.

There is no way, Qiu Ping is anxious.

After the grand ceremony, all the participating gods were promoted, and even the old turtle was transferred to be the head of the army in the Hebo Yamen, and he was mixed up with the eighth-rank god position.

Although the shrew didn't raise it to rank seven, it was because the spirits of rank seven were no longer under the control of the city god of Changning County, and they had no right to grant imperial conferrals, but at least they gave them a priesthood of "Izumo" and a lot of rewards .

But when it came to Qiu Ping, it was gone!Not even a hair was given.

What about giving root hair?
Qiu Ping wanted to reason with Chenghuang, but he only got a meaningful smile. This guy thought that his bullying of his niece had been exposed, so he ran back to his hometown in fright.

"Oh, what's the noise, I didn't see me taking a nap." In the center of the Hebo temple, the old turtle was full of displeasure, and he couldn't sleep well when he was old.

"He Bo, I came to return the air accumulator, and I cleaned it before I came." Qiu Ping held the air accumulator and handed it to He Bo, with an expression of asking for credit.

The treasure basin, which was originally somewhat quaint, was polished by him so that there was no paste left, and it almost reflected his grinning little black face.

He Bo put away the treasure basin in pain, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the function of use was not affected.

"Hey, why don't you go?" He Bo was about to squat for a while and go back to sleep, but he looked at the little Niqiu still standing there, his face full of coyness.

"Lord He Bo, didn't you agree to give me a promotion, why is there nothing going on now?"

After all, Qiu Ping couldn't hold back in his heart. Although he was thin-skinned, he was nothing in front of promotion.

Our little loach has also studied the science of thick black, what we want is to have a thick face and a dark heart, um, it’s not bad if we have a thick face and a black face.

"Who told you that you were going to be promoted?"

Master He Bo glanced at Qiu Ping and asked casually.

Qiu Ping realized that he had slipped his tongue, and almost confessed to the two Yeyoushen brothers.

"That's right, the City God was supposed to transfer you to be the god of the Xitang River, but I rejected it." Just when Qiu Ping was thinking about whether to take the shrew out to take the blame, He Bo continued to speak.

"For...why..."

Qiu Ping was a little confused. The Xitang River is the largest tributary of the Fuhe River. On both sides of the river are nearly [-] mu of fertile land. The location is very important, and its river god is naturally Bapin.

This is quite a fat difference.

"Because I need you to guard the ancient well in Huang'ao Village, there may be a big opportunity waiting for you in the future." He Bo looked at Qiu Ping with a serious tone.

"What... what chance?"

When Qiu Ping heard this, his heart turned cold. This is the rhythm of not giving me a promotion in my life.

In my previous life, I was not able to be a team leader in the company. Is there no hope of promotion in this life?

As for the lucky chance, he just regarded it as a big cake for him by the river god.

"Hey, you kid think I'm lying to you? Do you know that a few days ago you entered the Netherworld, and after saving you, the Mingling King took advantage of the opportunity to refine the entire Abi Hell? People dare to stop. Now in the entire Changning County, there is only one hole within the area of ​​your ancient well that leads directly to the nether world. If Changning County wants to build a two-world passage in the future, you may be the breakthrough point.” He Bo has lived for so many years. There are naturally many friends in the house.

He was also well-informed and started planning early.

Qiu Ping's brain was spinning rapidly, and he quickly digested He Bo's words.

To build the passage between the two worlds, there is also the possibility of requisitioning my piece of land...

Hey, then am I a demolition household?

My god, this is going to be posted!

(End of this chapter)