Unruly Xiaohuangxian: God asks for a hug

Chapter 11 Sweeping the Floor with the Magic Pen
Seeing Ming Qing fiddling with the things in his hands, his heart that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years seemed to start to warm up.

Ming Qing was unaware of the psychological changes of the lost God, because she was still studying the things in her hands on her own.

It was a broom-shaped "broom", but it didn't look like a broom, because the material used for the front part was very soft, and it was not the same as the material of the handle and the front part of an ordinary broom, but had clear boundaries and Refined from different materials, it looks like a pen.

Ming Qing looked up at the man suspiciously.

And Mitu Shangshen's eyes on Shang Mingqing instantly understood what she was thinking and confusion in her eyes, so he explained to Mingqing:

"This is the Yunyan magic brush."

"You want me to use this to sweep the floor?" Ming Qing looked at him like a fool.How lacking in common sense is it to say that you can use a pen to sweep the floor.

Mitu Shangshen pretended not to understand the meaning in her eyes, glanced at her lightly, and said: "Of course, it's just a thing to turn the clouds and see the sun, and it's perfect for sweeping the floor."

Ming Qing was so stupid.

Pulling the clouds to see the sun, pulling the clouds to see the sun, it's just pulling the clouds to see the sun... Ming Qing was thinking about it, dragging the Yunyan magic pen and waving it around.

How could there be dust in the place where the Lost God goes in and out every day, but Ming Qing, who has been immersed in the thought of turning the clouds to see the sun, obviously hasn't realized it yet. This is just an excuse made by the God on the way to keep her in his sight.

Seeing Ming Qing dragging a broom several times bigger than her own, she began to feel distressed. Even though she knew that she was playing tricks on her, she still gave her the Yunyan Magic Brush.

"The barrel of the pen is made of Qiongzhi from Penglai, East China Sea. It is emerald green, and the tip of the pen is the hair of the neck of the wolf beast. It is pure white and flawless. It is a divine weapon made by God Li Jin himself, but he gave it to the god after a bet. "Qingming laughed lightly when he said this, and then continued, "If God Li Jin knows that his beloved artifact is being swept away by you like this, he will probably be mad."

"That's right, I also think that God Venerable is really a violent thing, such a divine tool that can turn clouds to see the sun, just like this was ruined." Ming and Qing agreed, complaining fiercely about the Lost God.

On the contrary, Qingluan disagreed a little, and retorted fiercely: "That's not because of you."

Ming Qing was speechless and choked, because Qing Luan was absolutely right.

Then Ming Qing touched his mouth, gave a dry laugh, and changed the subject: "Since he is the beloved of God Li Jin, he lost like this, can he be willing?"

"Of course I'm not reconciled, no, for the past 10 years, I have come to our Lost Palace to make trouble every once in a while, but every time I can be thrown out by the gods." Qingluan took the words , opening and closing his mouth, speaking quickly.

Ming listened to her words, thinking silently in her heart, the God of getting lost emotionally has always had the problem of dumping others, and she seemed to be implicated by God Li Jin.

Then he asked cautiously: "Shangshen Li Jin can't beat the god?"

"That's natural, but this Li Jin Shangshen is really real, he has a lot of good things in his hand, and he still cares about such a trivial thing." Qingluan curled her lips to show that she was very speechless.

"Good stuff, still a lot?" Ming Qing asked seriously, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to hear the sound of himself swallowing.

"That's right, God Li Jin likes to collect rare treasures, and everyone in the God Realm knows it. And in order to get what he wants, he will do whatever it takes." Perhaps knowing that it is not good to speak ill of others secretly, Qingluan deliberately Lowered his voice.

(End of this chapter)