God of Fast Transmigration, don't run away

Chapter 26 Extra Story 1
It has been a long time since the gods woke up, and Hong Zhao is covered by a great god again.

As the saying goes, it is good to enjoy the shade with the back of a big tree.

So, she became the little god in charge of marriage again.

Today, when Hong Zhao has nothing to do, he goes to Si Ming's place for a stroll, maybe he can run into He'er to play.

Unexpectedly, He'er didn't see it, but saw Si Mingzheng who didn't know what was written in a pamphlet.

"Si Ming, what are you writing?"

Hong Zhao's sudden appearance obviously startled Si Ming.

He hurriedly put away the booklet in his hand, pretending to straighten his sleeves and said, "No...it's nothing."

"Xiaohong, why are you free?"

"I'm here to find He'er."

Hong Zhao is not interested in Si Ming's affairs, he likes to hide so much, so he should hide it.

Who in the God Realm doesn't know that the Lord Siming is the most gossip.

He knows all the trivial things about anyone's family, and likes to watch them secretly.

To be a god, you should not be too cheap, or you will easily make people angry.

Thanks to the God statue covering his head, otherwise, he would probably have lost himself in the past tens of thousands of years.

After a long time, Hong Zhao found that the gods around him, especially the goddesses, like to hide in the corner with a booklet and read and read.

Until one day, He'er also came to her with a booklet.

"Aunt Hong, look." The chubby little fat man rolled over holding a booklet.

"What is this?" Hong Zhao didn't answer.

"This is the most popular book in the God Realm at the moment. I guess people who sell books will be crazy about their profits." He'er stuffed the book into Hong Zhao's hand.

Hong Zhao couldn't help being a little curious, so he opened it and took a look.

After a while, Hong Zhao closed the booklet with a snap.

Isn't this about a life in which she collected fragments of the god's soul from the lower realm?

Well, you Commander, put money on her, don't think she won't recognize her if you change her name.

"He'er, where is Si Ming now?"

"Shenjun should be writing again. He has been very busy recently, and he is always having fun secretly. I don't know what to be happy about."

"Go and play by yourself first, and Auntie will come as soon as she goes."

After that, Hong Zhao flicked his sleeves and disappeared.

Sure enough, He'er was right, Si Ming was writing shamelessly again.

Hong Zhao directly cast a spell and snatched the booklet from him.

"Who dares to steal my things?" Siming said angrily. When he looked up and saw Hong Zhao, he quickly changed his face to a flattering smile.

"It's Xiao Hong, haven't you found He'er yet? He'er is really like that, he just knows how to run around all day long..."

"What is this?" Hong Zhao casually asked while holding the pamphlet.

"Ah? Hehe, it's nothing, just some things. Yes, there are too many things. I'm afraid I'll forget them, so I just wrote them down."

"Oh, then you really have a lot of business. Now everyone in the God Realm has a copy of this kind of booklet. I didn't know that Lord Siming likes to promote himself."

"Hey, Xiaohong, you already know. Look at me, I'm not doing nothing to write story books to earn a little money."

Siming smiled dryly, feeling guilty.

"I won't interfere with your script, but who told you to write about my lower realm?"

"It's not that other people's stories are not wonderful, besides, no one knows it's you."

"Heh, what do you think will happen if I tell the deity about this? After all, the protagonist in it also has a deity."

"Don't, don't, it's okay if I'm wrong."

Si Ming hurriedly begged for mercy, if the god found out, he would probably have to be skinned.

"Xiaohong, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, can you forget it this time?"

Seeing that Hong Zhao didn't speak, Si Ming continued to beg for mercy.

"Besides, if the gods really know about this matter, Xiaohong, you probably won't be able to hide your previous affairs in the lower realm."

Hong Zhao was not afraid of his threats, "Hmph, I was only guilty of deception, at most the merits and demerits are equal, and you are probably more than that."

"Okay, okay, anyway, the script has been sold, and I can't get it back. What do you think?" Si Ming compromised.

"How much did you earn from selling this script, hand it over."

"Ah? No, no, I wrote this script after all. If there is no credit, there is hard work. At most, I will share it with you." Si Ming shook his head and said firmly.

"Thirty-seven."

"You three and seven?" Si Ming didn't dare to answer.

"You're three and I'm seven." Hong Zhao didn't want to talk to him anymore, isn't this guy stupid for writing scripts every day?
"Five five." Si Ming did not let go.

"I'll go find the god." Hong Zhao turned to leave, but Si Ming quickly grabbed her sleeve and wouldn't let go.

"Come on, four or six, four or six?" Si Ming was about to cry.

"You give me [-]%, and [-]% belong to the gods."

"Okay, okay." Si Ming reluctantly agreed.

Hongzhao left in a good mood, leaving Si Ming crying on the ground holding a shriveled purse.

This girl is getting less and less cute, woo woo.

Hong Zhao walked briskly in the palace of the god.

The deity is holding a book under the tree and looking at it.

"You are very happy today."

The god did not lift his head, still staring at his book.

Hong Zhao had already gotten used to his bland tone, and replied, "Yes."

In Siming's words, the old man Shen Zun has always been like this, neither salty nor bland, neither urgent nor slow, because there is nothing in this world worth his care.

Although Siming always said that Hong Zhao, who was raised by the god, had no interest in life like the god himself, Hong Zhao thought she was much more lively than the god, okay?

Hongzhao thought about it, and felt that it was better not to hide it from the gods, otherwise she would probably suffer a lot if she lost her gang, and she shouldn't be like that Si Ming who didn't give up if he didn't kill himself.

"Shen Zun, I snatched [-]% of the bonus from Si Ming today, and [-]% of it belongs to the Shen Zun."

There was a hint of complacency in Hong Zhao's tone, which could not be noticed by anyone who was not familiar with her.

"Oh? If you can snatch something from Si Ming, I've taught you for 20 years, and you've grown up."

People who are not familiar with Shenzun can easily be pissed off when listening to him.

Hong Zhao, who had been tortured by his poisonous tongue for 20 years, automatically ignored the unpleasant parts of his words and focused on the parts that praised her. She had indeed grown.

"I've told the gods that if I want to renege on my orders later on, the gods will help me."

The deity suddenly put down the book in his hand, looked at her, and seemed to respond and pointed out, "Well, I can't let it go."

Hong Zhao was a little scared by him, the god probably didn't notice it, right?
Certainly not, seeing the god revered and picked up the book to read again, Hong Zhao slipped away silently.

Seeing something interesting, God Venerable suddenly hooked his lips into a smile.

He put down the book in his hand, the contents of the book were exactly the booklet that God Realm sells now, but the cover was changed.

Si Ming racked his brains with a pen, thanks to the fact that he had been with the god for hundreds of thousands of years, he had the foresight to dedicate the written scriptures to the god for the first time.

Not only was Shenzun not angry when he saw it, but he expressed support for his creative career.

And of course the pressure.

The deity said this, "This deity finally went to the next world and provided you with so many materials. If you can't write well..."

Si Ming hurriedly promised, "It must be written well, and if there is anything inappropriate, please ask the gods to point out."

He said that there was no way he could hide something from the Lord, and that the little girl Hong Zhao was stupid, but he didn't want to be a good person, so he just let the girl continue to be stupid.

Hey, Siming took a deep breath. He had to think about how to write the next book to satisfy the god.

(End of this chapter)