The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 592 We Are Formal Organizations (17)

Everything in the last days is mutated.

New humans, mutated zombies, mutated animals, mutated plants.

Chitose knew these things well when he entered the plane.

Just a preconceived distraction,
Let her ignore her professional field——

"You are demons."

After opening your eyes,

Everything in front of him has changed.

In the air, bright spiritual energy and dark evil energy are intertwined like a net.

The skinny youth and the hobbit children who looked like gourd strings all showed their true colors.

"Yes, Master Tianshi."

The youth took off his straw hat,

Leading a group of little demons to kneel down and bow down,
in unison,

"Master Tianshi, please take him in—"

"Master Tianshi, please take him in—"

"Please ask the Master...?"

The monsters couldn't speak for no reason, and their eyes widened suddenly.

looked at each other,
They all have expressions of surprise.

"Shut up."

Kuang Qiansui drew a stroke across the void with his sword finger,
Silencing spells sealed their mouths,
"Oh, it's really...

As you get older, your memory becomes worse.

Raising a system is basically useless at critical moments.

Blame me, blame me. "

After cueing system No. [-] for no reason every day,
With a twist of the sword,
Undo the spell on the youth,
"I'll ask you an answer, tell the truth. Otherwise..."

She motioned all the demons to look at the gate of the orphanage,
The newly replaced door has a dark mahogany base and golden characters,

"Others don't know, you should know.

What is the meaning of this Huoluo Orphanage's Huoluo? "

Young people nod their heads like garlic,
Sincere and fearful,
"The original name of Lingzu was Wang E, and he worshiped Sazu as his teacher. Sa Zhenren changed his 'evil' from 'good' to the heavenly court.

Kuang Chitose's face was relaxed,
About after the end of the world,

It was the first time he showed such an expression.

she smiled,

Nodding appreciatively,
"Rare, not bad.

Go, kowtow to the patriarch against the plaque. "

After all,

wrist flip,

I don't know where three sticks of incense sticks came out.

The incense burns and the fire extinguishes,

Green smoke curled up and went straight to the sky.

Reach out and pass the incense to the young man,
"Bow down, please,
Grandpa nodded in agreement.
You have a place in this orphanage. "

Hearing the words, the young man stepped forward, took the incense sticks,
Leading a group of little demons, facing the word "Kuoluo",

Respectfully,

One kneels, three bows and nine kowtows.

After knocking, they all looked at Kuang Chitose,
Weakly asked,

"My lord,
... What did the grandfather say? "

Kuang Chitose waved his hand,

Withdrawing the Silencing Curse and dispelling the clairvoyance,
Frightened young people wandering on the edge of despair to try,
lazily said,
"The incense is not broken, and the green smoke reaches directly, the patriarch is sure."

The spirits of the demons soared from the bottom of the valley to the sky,
Cheered for joy, cried and hugged several groups.

the oldest youth,

While wiping tears, rubbing against the side of the car,
He raised his head to thank Kuang Chitose on the roof of the car,
"Thank you, Master Tianshi, thank you, Master Tianshi..."

Kuang Chitose pouted, very speechless,

"Don't call me a celestial master, I just run an orphanage."

As for what?
No shelter is provided.

She didn't promise to take care of the meal,
He also didn't promise to guarantee the safety of their demon bodies.

What a bunch of stupid little monsters.

"It seems that the mutation brought about by the end of the world is limited to the body, and the brain is still the same brain."

Kuang Chisui changed his sitting position,

Hold your hands back,

Watching the excitement of the little demons,

Talking to himself,

"But these mutations are enough.

for another time,
Ordinary plants want to practice to transform into demons,
It may not be possible to produce one in thousands of years. "

Then look at the group of little demons that look like candied haws.

It's okay to be a mutant dryad,
There is even dogtail grass here,

System Seven is curious,

Ask secretly,
"Host, what kind of monster is this man?"

Kuang Chisui: "The chrysanthemum essence that I want to bloom."

System Seven: ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)