Liyue Fengxiangren of the original god

Guobeng chuckled: "Do you want to know the code name he reserved for you?"

Gu Sanqiu's eyes lit up: "Let's hear it?"

"Boy."

Gu Sanqiu:?

It doesn't sound like a good word. Is this code name serious?

Guobeng chuckled: "I didn't lie to you. They really came up with this code name. As for the reason, I don't know. Maybe you feel that compared with them, you are still a child?"

Gu Sanqiu reasoned hard: "Then why don't you talk about that Dadalia guy, he has the nickname of a son at his age, why mine is not a gentleman but a boy."

"Gentleman?"

"you?"

Guobeng shook his head: "It's not too similar. Based on the things you did in Daoqi, it's pretty good that you haven't been given the title of 'traitor'."

Gu Sanqiu:

I can't talk anymore today.

"In short, if you really join the ranks of fools, maybe this world will be more interesting."

Guobeng said indifferently: "To be able to dance freely regardless of the shackles of fate, heh, it's so interesting to say such an evaluation from the mouth of a demon god."

"I didn't hear any 'interesting' feeling from your mouth."

Gu Sanqiu covered his face: "Boy, well, boy is a boy, at least it can prove that I am younger."

"young."

Guobeng looked at Gu Sanqiu: "One last question, what exactly did you give the doctor?"

"His slices cover almost all age groups. If it is a normal moment, slices with different personalities will quarrel because of one thing, because they see the world in different ways."

"But there is a problem. They are all very consistent in their attitude towards you, thinking that you are a rare best friend."

"What the hell did you do?"

"Good question, but you might as well ask him directly for this kind of thing."

Gu Sanqiu had a half-smile but not a smile: "What's the benefit of being called a best friend by such a lunatic? Isn't the best way to treat a best friend is to cut him up and study it carefully?"

"It seems that the secrecy work is done well. If you are interested, you can ask Dadalia. He has read the letter, but the warrior probably doesn't know what it means."

"I almost forgot to ask you, Rosalin, why haven't I seen that crazy lady recently?"

Guobeng lowered his head and continued to process the wood: "It seems that something went wrong with her. She lived in the West Wind Church for a while, and then returned to Dongguo directly by boat. She will not go out to work in a short time."

"Thanks and goodbye."

"No."

After Gu Sanqiu left, Guobeng raised his head and took a look in the direction he was leaving.

"Change, a change full of positive meaning, whether it is Dadalia or Rosalind."

"Although I don't know what abilities you have, it doesn't prevent me from discovering what magic power you have."

"The moths that fly into the flames can only end in silence. This is the fate that Zhidong himself said."

"But now, the moth has turned into a nirvana firebird instead, heh."

Guobeng put his right hand on the wood, and when he released his hand, the wood had already turned into Gu Sanqiu's appearance.

It was a wooden sculpture in a black robe with a spear on his back and his hands in his pockets.

Different from ordinary wood carvings, this wood carving has three faces.

Indifference, madness, and smile, the three faces come to life under Guobeng's sculpture.

From the front, it was a strange smile.

But if you look at it from the side, no matter which face it is, it is affected by the other two faces, which makes people feel disgusted that they can't see the truth clearly.

This is a small technique of carving, similar to the lines that are carved out to play a psychedelic effect in the area that prevents outsiders from entering.

"You, can you help me find what I want?"

Guo Beng put away the woodcarving. This work is the best today and has a certain collection value.

If he gets angry at any time, you can dismantle the wood carving into pieces in front of him for fun.

"Yo, Brother Zhongli, you are here too, thank you for your support, thank you for your support."

Gu Sanqiu saluted Zhongli with a smile.

Every time he needs to call his father "Brother Zhongli" outside, he feels an inexplicable joy.

But I don't know whether what Dad feels is happiness or something else.

"You're welcome, it just so happened that the hall master ordered you to come here to go out on a field trip."

I believe you have a ghost, when will that girl be able to command you.

This is a tea shop, which combines rest and information inquiry. It can be used as a rest area for passing by and a guide guide.

The source of inspiration is Dolly. After her sister got better, Dolly came over with the reason of "helping the elder brother solve problems". It seems that the benefits are good so far.

Scattered customers may not make much money if they want to rest, but when there are more tourists, it will be very interesting if the tea shop can also provide paid versions of travel guides according to different age groups.

Dolly also deliberately reached a commercial agreement with other stall owners to deliver some of the products to her tea stand, and everyone cooperated in selling them, and she got a cut from them.

The composition of the tea stand is a bit complicated, but this method can also consolidate the position, so that basically no one goes to the rest area set up by the General Affairs Department.

It's just that the purple-haired loli always calls her big brother a bit weird.

Gu Sanqiu glanced at Zhongli's table, there were still a few steaming teacups on the table, but no one was seated.

"Brother Zhongli is sharing a table with others?"

"Well, some friends are here."

ah?

Dad's friends, and how many are there?

Gu Sanqiu froze, and then quietly transmitted the sound.

"Father, just tell me, there are some demon gods here."

Zhongli:?

"What strange things are you kid talking about."

Gu Sanqiu said: "Your friend, apart from my good uncle, which country's demon god has come, at least give me a psychological preparation."

Zhong Li glanced at Nizi: "You really want other demon gods to come?"

"I don't want it at all. It would be better if you don't come to make trouble for me, at least don't make trouble for me at this time."

Zhongli drank tea calmly: "I am indeed sharing a table with others. Miss Dolly has a very good business talent, so I almost couldn't find a seat."

"However, that alcoholic poet did come and was playing in the archery range not far ahead. It looks like he intends to win all the prizes from the boss."

A devil-level guy going to bully an ordinary boss?

Gu Sanqiu immediately turned around: "I'll go and have a look, I have to let him take it easy."

"By the way, dad, why didn't that black-robed man come?"

Zhongli tasted tea: "He's in jail."

Ah this.

Isn't the amount of information today a little bit too big, is it still the same type as Uncle Ruotuo's Fulongshu space, so it's not easy to come out?

"Pay attention to your feet~"

A drunken voice interrupted Gu Sanqiu's thinking, he looked up, and happened to see the alcoholic poet holding a bottle of wine, standing in front of the stall pointing out the country.

Looking at it like that, it seems to be teaching the children with children's bows and arrows to shoot arrows, and reminding them to keep their foots steady by the way.

The demon god taught it himself, but it still seemed so unreliable.

And there is another problem.

There was a weird little girl.

Gu Sanqiu narrowed his eyes, instantly distinguishing something wrong from the crowd.

The posture is very correct, the archery posture in the standard textbook form, but the eyes are wrong, and you can see a feeling of eagerness to try.

People who have practiced this kind of posture should not have such eyes, and children with such eyes should not be able to practice such archery postures.

Wendy protects people by pointing out the country's name?

Or, is this the "friend" that the old man called?

It's normal for the boss to have a child-faced version, right?

Gu Sanqiu thought about it, and the little figure that he noticed something wrong showed a playful smile.

It's really interesting that even children can observe so carefully.

The first time I met, the child favored by the earth.