The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 405 What Garbage Are You (23)

The god of destiny has been a god for a long time.

I feel that God Realm is boring,

I want to escape temporarily from the identity of God,
Or if you do something wrong, you will be punished with a big punishment,

will go to the world.

No matter what the name is, the essence is to come down for vacation and experience the life of ordinary people.

In fact,
Only mortals feel that God's Fall into the Mortal Realm is miserable,

those fairies,

I don't know how happy I am.

from their perspective,
come to the world,
Just like rich people are used to being served,

Tired of eating exquisitely cooked high-end ingredients,

Occasionally, I really want to go to the ground to plant rice seedlings, eat junk food and drink fat house water.

But the situation of the little plague god,

None of the above count.

"The little poor god bullied the little bad god,
After the little God of Wealth learned about it, he verbally educated the Little God of Wealth,
The little poor god bullied the little bad god even more, "

Kuang Chitose pinched his forehead,

A brief summary of what the Little Plague God said,

"You can't be angry,
So go down to earth to experience calamity? "

Little Plague God nodded,
Embarrassed smile.

Kuang Chitose had a black question mark on his forehead.

Therefore,
what are you laughing at?
People's emotional entanglement of "I love you, you love him, and he loves her",

The whole thing is up to you?

They should be the ones who should come down to experience calamity, right?

Why did you run down?

What is the logical relationship in this?

"I just can't stand it anymore,"

The little plague god hugged his head, very distressed,

"Everyone is still the same as when they were young,
Let's play and learn together, isn't it good? "

He really doesn't understand.

Those loves, loves,
What exactly did he do to his childhood sweethearts.

Little Poor God's increasingly dark and crazy eyes,

Xiao Fushen is obsessed with obsession and cannot extricate himself.
Where is the little bad god?

sometimes cry and sometimes laugh,

I wanted to ask him for help, but I was afraid that the God of Fortune would be angry.

He is the one who is most prone to low self-esteem,

Become more and more cautious and humble.

Everyone has changed, not what they used to be.

As the only sober bystander,
The little plague god was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

"You escaped."

Little Tiaozhu has a pair of big black eyes,
It suddenly became gloomy.

The little plague god was stunned: "What?"

What escaped.

He did not.

"You lost to your own cowardice,"

The little jumping bead is approaching aggressively,

A pair of black eyes, filled with black clouds,

"Leave the childhood sweethearts who need you, and run down to earth alone."

"Cowards, cowards."

"You don't even want to give me a childhood sweetheart like you."

The little plague god was stunned,

bewildered,

"me……"

Seeing what little Tiaozhu had to say,
Fan Mo was afraid that he would cause trouble by stimulating the little plague god too much,

Then hold the little guy's head,
His eyes signaled him to restrain himself.

Little Tiaozhu was not convinced,

But he didn't want to disobey his elder brother, so he sat there with his arms in his arms, like a frog puffing up his cheeks and venting his anger.

"I feel fine."

Kuang Qiantui picked up the small flagon with three fingers,

Pour a glass of freshly brewed lychee wine,
Push it in front of the little plague god.

See him look up,

The fundus of the eyes that were still clear before,
Misty and confused,

Faintly falling into obsession.

"Try it. It's not worse than your Immortal Noodles."

She has always known how innocent and stupid these little gods are.

But it can't be their fault.

The little plague god is still practicing,

When the adult plague god is still stupid,
Not to mention him.

"Emotional things,

everyone other than the parties,

No one has the right to point fingers.

Tiaozhu thinks that way because you haven't talked about love yet.

And love this thing,

No matter how wise a god is, no matter how experienced a senior is,

Can never untie the complex.

This kind of thing is a test paper for every fallen person,

Can't guide, can't take the exam,
There is no standard answer. "

Little Tiaozhu frowned and looked at her brother,
Seeing him nodding to himself, affirming Kuang Chitose's words,

Although still dissatisfied in my heart,

But also basically accepted and began to reflect.

"Then I... what is this?"

(End of this chapter)