I play the role of a fairy in Super God

No one knows about the cooperation between Karl and Hua Ye.

Earth, at this time, the silent thoughts are floating over the city on hot wheels. This is one of the benefits of playing Nezha, there is a magic weapon to fly, and there is no need to open the second level!

"It's strange, Nezha was very peaceful all day yesterday." Looking at the city below him, he touched his chin silently.

"Is it because I have too strong a stereotype about him? In fact, he is a good boy who is responsible, quiet and filial?!"

While thinking silently, a voice came

"Remember silently! We are here!"

After hearing the silent recitation, I finally saw a huge team below me.

The leader was the original four-man tank team, but it was obvious that they met a similarly small force and merged, and the one who just called him was Ge Xiaolun.

Ge Xiaolun looked at the figure in the sky, showed his wings and flew up without saying a word.

"Mo Nian, I thought something happened to you? A few days ago, you suddenly disappeared forever." Ge Xiaolun, who flew up to Mo Nian, said with a naive smile.

"A lot has happened in the past few days." Mo Nian nodded.

The moment Mo Nian saw Ge Xiaolun, Nezha, who had been quiet for a day, jumped out again, "Mo Nian! Mo Nian!"

"What's wrong? Nezha." Mo Nian thought to himself.

"About two inches from the root, and then apply force at the same time."

"Ha!?" Hearing Nezha's words, Mo Nian couldn't react.

"What are you talking about! It's just a crow spirit. I thought there were no monsters in the world! It turns out it's here! After you quickly plucking the wings, we will tie him up and it will grow back in a few days. we are at……"

He finally understood the meaning of Nezha's words and hurriedly explained: "Although I don't know very well, he shouldn't be a demon, and I guess the wings won't grow back after being plucked out."

"really?"

"See for yourself!"

"Okay!" As soon as Nezha finished speaking, his right eye pupil flashed with light as he thought silently.

"Eh!" Nezha, who was observing Ge Xiaolun through silent eyes, couldn't help but wonder, "There is no demonic energy, no demonic elixir, it looks like a human but not human, um... weird."

"I can't explain it clearly anyway." Although he now knows about genes, Mo Nian has never had a clear understanding of so-called genetic engineering like Ge Xiaolun.

Call it a human being! He was indeed born to his mother, but his genes were not pure.

"Are you so happy to see me in Mo Nian?" Ge Xiaolun looked at Mo Nian who had been looking at him, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

"It seems that Mo Nian still cares about everyone in the Xiongbing Company! He still has feelings! As long as I work hard, he will definitely come back! Come on Ge Xiaolun!"

Just as Ge Xiaolun was cheering himself up, Mo Nian suddenly said: "Turn around."

"Huh?" Although Ge Xiaolun was a little surprised when he heard Mo Nian not calling his name, he still turned around honestly.

"More silently, is there something behind me?"

Ge Xiaolun was still looking happy, but what he didn't know was that just as he turned around, Mo Nian's right hand was reaching towards his black wings.

"Mo Nian, why are you touching my wings? Are you curious? Why are you so hard all of a sudden?"

"Nezha!!" Looking at Nezha who was about to rip off Ge Xiaolun's wings without him noticing, Mo Nian quickly took back control of the other half of his body.

"Just pull one~, Mo Nian!" Nezha, who was regained control by Mo Nian, rolled around in the spiritual world, "We are brothers! I just don't see the need to bake one... …”

Listening to Nezha's noisy voice in his mind, Mo Nian sighed, "Next time, I'll let you do it next time."

"really?"

"real."

"Then I want the black one."

"can."

"Alas!" As soon as he stabilized Nezha, Mo Nian discovered that he was holding a handful of black feathers in his right hand. Seeing this, Mo Nian quickly blew out a small fire and burned it.

"Mo Nian, what are you doing?" Ge Xiaolun turned around and looked at the sky full of stars, frowned and asked curiously.

"It's okay. Try not to spread your wings in front of me." Mo Nian patted Ge Xiaolun's shoulder and flew towards the troops below.

"Obviously you touched me just now..." After listening to the silent words, Ge Xiaolun was confused and then flew back to the army.

"Mo Nian, where have you been?" As Mo Nian finished, Wang Dong, who was driving the tank, immediately opened the deck and asked.

"I did some small things." Mo Nian nodded to Wang Dong, and then joked with the large army: "You are not bad, the team is so big just a few days after I left."

"It's nothing, I just met other brother troops on the way." Wang Dong smiled, and then told the others about the silent memory.

The refugees who were following the army saw a young man riding a fire wheel landing in front of them, and they looked at each other for a moment.

Suddenly an old man knelt down and shouted: "The prince has appeared! The prince is here to save us!"

As the old man shouted, others also knelt down.

In fact, people are like this. They never believe in ghosts and gods, so whenever someone offers incense, they will reject it, or they will smile calmly and say: "Everything is up to you."

No matter how effective it is, there will always be a refutation: If this is the case, why is it that the family is still so poor? Since ancient times, all the faithful men and women have died of starvation due to lack of food...

But once something happens that can destroy their lives or even their lives, the gods and gods they didn't believe in in the past often become the miraculous hope in their hearts, even if their hearts are like a mirror.

Looking at the endless crowd of people kneeling down and worshiping me, I silently thought clearly that they were not kneeling to please me, and I couldn't bear it, so I whispered: "Families are ruined, wives are separated, fathers are dead, and children are lost. They don't know the way forward. They need This hope, Nezha."

As soon as he finished reciting the words silently, he directly turned on the divine performance to the second level, revealing the three-headed and six-armed Nezha Immortal, holding various treasures.

And Nezha, who was watching all this through silent eyes, did not say anything.

Because the immortal god cannot make a promise to anyone who kneels down to worship him.

……

"Mo Nian, you can't be true..." Seeing Mo Nian return to his original state, Ge Xiaolun was a little incoherent for a moment.

"Does it matter whether it's true or false? Aren't immortals and gods born under such circumstances..."