Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Humming a little tune, Glenn just got home and saw Aduo hanging clothes on the small balcony on the second floor.

The little girl was also humming an unknown folk song. When she looked down and saw Glenn, she smiled and waved.

It seems like he's having a good time in school... Glenn reminded the other person to be careful when hanging clothes, and then walked into the house.

He went to the basement and placed some necessary markers on the ground, and a simple prayer formation was completed.

After checking that the mask of foresight was on him, he activated the formation.

He was going to meet the flower god and ask him to help repair the mask of foresight, as he would definitely use it frequently in the future, so he didn't want to delay it too long.

A wind with flower petals blew out from under his body, blowing Glenn slightly off the ground.

A white hole appeared on the ground below.

The next moment, the figure fell into the hole.

Unlike the last time when his consciousness went to the Kingdom of God, this time his real body went there.

After the dazzling white light, what appeared was not the familiar flower field scenery, but an unfamiliar courtyard. The surrounding buildings looked like a Vatican.

Glenn did not see the figure of the flower god. After looking around, he walked towards the church building in the center.

The arched passage, which is four or five meters high, is cluttered with lush green plants, and all kinds of delicate little flowers on them emit an intoxicating fragrance.

This place seems to be a place forgotten by the world, full of loneliness.

Glenn felt that this was because there were no birds singing or insects chirping, and it lacked vitality.

After entering the church, Glenn saw the flower god talking to the statue.

It was still dressed in its simple attire, and the light shining through the damaged parts of the church shone on it, coating it with a layer of light golden veil, making it look peaceful and sacred.

Glenn said nothing, standing at the entrance and waiting quietly.

I was thinking: It turns out that gods also have things to do at home. I thought they just sleep at home...

He cast his gaze towards the statues. Each one was lifelike, as if they were real people turned into stone. They were all kneeling with their hands in a praying position, and their faces showed peaceful and solemn expressions.

I don’t know what the flower god is saying to these statues, Glenn can’t hear it anyway.

He just watched the white gauze figure communicate with each statue, and then the other party turned their eyes to him.

"Sorry, are you tired of waiting?"

The flower god smiled faintly.

Glenn shook his head indifferently, "I have great patience. If there is anything else, I can wait."

"No, let's talk in that room over there."

The flower god raised his hand and pointed to a room on the side.

Glenn nodded, and two figures walked in the direction he pointed, one after the other.

The room is bright and beautifully decorated, making it comfortable at first glance.

Various fruits are placed on the table in the middle. The surface is crystal clear, making people want to know what they taste like when they take a bite.

"Those statues are..."

As soon as he sat down, Glenn did not hide his curiosity and asked the flower god beside him.

The latter's expression was still calm and elegant, and his tone was gentle, "They were my former companions. They were harmed by the evil god and became like this forever. I talk to them every day because I know that they are still alive."

"Evil God..." Glenn murmured and then fell silent for a moment.

It seems that even if he becomes a god now, he can't make these people change back. It must be very uncomfortable to see his former companions trapped in the stone and unable to do anything... He sighed in his heart and chose not to mention it anymore. He talked about the main reason for his visit:

"Sister Flower Goddess, I want to ask you for a favor."

Glenn spoke in Chinese, and he believed that the other party, as a god, could understand him.

Sure enough, the Flower God only had a twinkle in his eyes, and asked curiously:

"This is the first time I've heard language like yours. It's not found on the mainland. Also, are you calling me sister?"

Glenn shrugged and said, "This is not the mainland language. It comes from my dream. Wouldn't it be more intimate to call you sister?"

Seeing his answer, the Flower God did not ask any further questions. He pondered the pronunciation of the word "sister" in Chinese, and couldn't help but smile more deeply. He asked:

"What do you want me to do for you? My messenger, or my brother?"

Glenn wanted to say that in Chinese, calling someone sister does not necessarily mean that you recognize the other person as your sister, but saying that would make it seem like he disliked the other person.

With a light cough, he took out the foresight mask and said:

"I want Sister Flower God to help me repair this thing. It's quite useful."

The Flower God was in a very good mood. He took the mask of foresight directly, tapped the forehead of the mask with his finger, and said, "That's good."

"So simple?" Glenn took back the precognitive mask in a daze, and saw that the expression on the mask was extremely strange, as if the corners of his mouth were being forced to suppress their upward movement.

"Hey! Are you recovered?" He slapped the mask on the face.

"Okay, okay! I've recovered! Mr. Werewolf..." The mask shouted hurriedly at first, and then lowered his voice as if he thought of something.

"That's it." Glenn then put it into the bibo fruit.

He looked at the Flower God and was about to say goodbye, but he heard the other party say in advance:

"It's a rare opportunity for me to come here, my messenger, can you accompany me to plant flowers in the flower fields?"

"Plant flowers?" Glenn's brain short-circuited for a moment. What did it mean for the flower god to plant flowers?

He wanted to ask, but seeing the other person's eyes full of expectation, he felt that saying so seemed very unemotional.

So he nodded and said, "Of course, I'd love to."

I just asked someone to help me, I can't just refuse such a small favor after helping them.

"That's great, come with me."

The flower god stood up, walked to a corner of the room, picked up a bunch of flower seedlings that appeared out of nowhere and handed them to Glenn.

Glenn couldn't help but laugh and cry as he looked at the flowers in his arms that he didn't recognize.

My friend, even though I am 7 feet tall, I will have a day to grow flowers...

"My messenger, follow me, we will go to the flower field in the backyard."

The flower goddess looks like an ordinary girl next door, holding flower-planting tools in her hands and leading the way.

Glenn hurried after him.

The backyard of this church is where I met Glenn and the goddess of flowers last time. You can find a small white pavilion on the hill in the distance.

But the last time he came, Glenn didn't see any other buildings except the pavilion.

This so-called backyard flower field is vast and boundless, and according to the flower god, every plant here was planted by it personally.

One can imagine a lonely girl planting flowers one by one on the desolate land.

Glenn was brought to the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, where the green and khaki colors were clearly distinguished.

The flower god bent down and skillfully dug a small hole with a small hoe, and Glenn was responsible for delivering the seedlings.

During this time, the flower god kept telling some little knowledge about planting, and Glenn listened carefully, regardless of whether he would need it in the future or not.

I don’t know if it was because of the environment or because he was accompanying a god, but Glenn didn’t feel bored at all. Instead, he enjoyed the process.

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