I'm going to make a god

Facing Zhuang Bie whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the first thing Gong Squirrel did was...

Get rid of the light bulb warrior in front of you now.

After chasing away the soldiers and Ye Baige, who was about to be submerged in ink, after making sure that no one would disturb him, the palace squirrel threw itself directly at Zhuang Bie's face.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This is obviously your tribe, why should I worry about it?!"

Zhuang Bie: "...Pfft."

Although we haven't seen each other for a while, with Gong Qianzhong's depressing complaints, the coolness and coldness in Zhuang Bie's heart dissipated. He stretched out his hands to hug the squirrel cake from his face, and said with a smile: "My Isn't it yours?"

Gong Squirrel was startled, with an unnatural expression on his face. Fortunately, he has a squirrel face now, and he can't tell any changes.

He said: "Since you are back, you can draw totems for the tribal warriors in the future."

Zhuang Bie didn't refuse, he said gently: "Okay, tell me what happened?"

Gong Qianzhong lay on Zhuang Bie's knees, and he put his hands on his chest, tilting his head: "Didn't you tell me about yourself first?"

He meant something: "The aura on your body has changed."

Today's Zhuangbie gives Gong Qianzhong a very different feeling from before. If the previous Zhuangbie was a gentle spring breeze, gentle and warm, then at this moment it has changed drastically, and has become a biting cold wind.

The cold wind is bitter, and the blade of the wind is like a knife. Even if the severe winter is followed by warm spring, it can't stop Zhuang Bie's occasional coldness and indifference.

I always feel that Zhuang Bie's changes seem a little too much, as if...

Gong Qianzhong's complexion changed slightly. He remembered that after his uncle recovered the memory of his previous life, he instantly changed from white to black to black and black!

Is it the same for Zhuang Bie?It's possible, after all, Zhuang Bie's state is a bit similar to that of his uncle back then, both of them were good-natured people before the memory was restored, and immediately became the big boss who looked down upon the world after the memory was restored.

Although it is not yet known how much Zhuang Bie's strength has improved after recovering his memory, he can guess a thing or two by looking at the aura around him.

The little squirrel shook its big tail and patted Zhuang Bie's knees lightly. The squirrel moved forward, its paws resting on Zhuang Bie's legs, and its head stuck out, its bright black eyes fixed on Zhuang Bie: "... Are you OK?"

"..." The moment Zhuang Bie heard these words, he immediately closed his eyes, and suppressed the almost rushing enthusiasm back.

Countless years have passed, and it has been a long, long time since no one has asked him if he will be healthy after thousands of years.

"Very bad." Zhuang Bie lowered his head and covered his face with the squirrel blanket, feeling the heat on his cheeks, his voice was heavy and exhausted: "I'm a little bit regretful, I knew I wouldn't go looking for it. .”

They all abandoned the past when the enchantment was broken, why should the current self look for it?

"Without the you in the past, there would be no you who meet me now."

Gong Qianzhong's voice sounded, he didn't agree with Zhuang Bie's idea, Zhuang Bie raised his head in surprise after hearing this, he looked at the big squirrel in his hand, the squirrel blinked, with a very energetic look: "The past makes the present, the present Choose the future, Zhuang Bie, don't look depressed, this is not like you."

Zhuang Bie was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but smile.

He looked very beautiful when he smiled. Compared with the previous beauty, he had more of a kind of elegance and brilliance washed by time.

He said softly, "Xiao Zhong, what do you think of me?"

Gong Qianzhong thought for a while, and he said: "He is a good person, he is a silly person, or he is a little lonely and may need some candy from time to time."

Zhuang Bie lowered his eyes, and there was a hint of deepness in his eyes. He continued to say softly: "Yes, I also want someone to give me sweet and greasy candy, but unfortunately there is never any."

He showed a pitiful look, his beautiful face was filled with sadness and gloom, and he repeated: "It has never been."

Seeing the beauty's frowning eyebrows, Gong Qianzhong almost subconsciously stretched out his paws and patted Zhuang Bie's frowning eyebrows: "Don't frown." He paused, thinking of Ye Xiaobai's Reminders and previous flashes of thought, not sure: "I don't have any candy on hand, but..."

"Let me tell you about me."

This is the first time that Gong Qianzhong told another person about his past.

"I used to be a demon cultivator, and I have experienced a lot of bad things, but I couldn't help it for survival. Of course, I didn't think there was any problem at that time. Later, I missed and was arrested by the current master, and was also arrested by the current master. Forced contracts become slaves."

Gong Qianzhong said in an indifferent tone: "I would like to gamble and admit defeat. The weak surrender to the strong to save their lives. I have rebelled from the Demon Sect and become a spy of Master staying in the Demon Sect."

Zhuang Bie's eyes widened after hearing this. When Gong Qianzhong said that he wanted to tell him about the past, Zhuang Bie was very excited. What does this mean?It means that Gong Qianzhong finally regards him as his own!

He subconsciously held the squirrel and said softly, "Are you all right?"

"How could it be all right?" Gong Squirrel rolled his eyes: "I was discovered not long after I was a spy in the Demon Sect. The ancestor of the Demon Sect abolished my golden core and put me in a dungeon for strict interrogation. However, my master's methods are superb, and I lost my memory the moment I was interrogated, and the ancestor of the Demon Sect didn't ask anything."

Zhuang Bie couldn't help but asked, "And then?"

"And then I died." Gong Qianzhong shrugged: "I found a traitor. The traitor was useless, so he was used as a bait. In a fierce battle with an orthodox monk, he was thrown away as a bait, and I died."

Zhuang Bie opened his mouth wide, this development...is too logical.

"But you now..." He looked at Gong Squirrel, recalling the appearance of the boy in his mind.

"My master is an orthodox monk after all. Although he is a bit annoying, he has a good personality. He used the trace of life essence and blood when he made a contract with me to stuff me into a stillborn fetus and let me be born again."

Gong Qianzhong said succinctly: "Although my physique may be a little weird and I am easy to be plotted by others, but it is better to be alive than to be dead, and I can change my appearance to worship the orthodox sect. My luck has always been bad, but I managed to escape from death. It's very unlucky."

He looked at Zhuang Bie and said seriously: "Zhuang Bie, I don't know your past, and of course I'm not interested in knowing, I just know..."

"The Zhuang Bie I know is a strong man who can shine in all directions when he smiles, and can change the wind and rain when he moves."

The big squirrel opened its mouth, and its neat sharp teeth flashed.

"You are the future Cauldron Spirit of the Dragon Tribe, right? At least you have the aura of an ancient dragon. Even if you fall into the land of extinction, you can proudly announce to the world that I am still alive!"

Zhuang Bie opened his mouth, with surging emotions in his heart, the vigorous face of a human emperor flashed in front of him in a trance, those beliefs that had disappeared in the vast river, and the people who are still passed down to this day and even become more vigorous, Can't help but let out a long breath.

He murmured: "Yes, although it was broken once, but now I..."

still alive.

His heart is still beating, and he can still embrace tomorrow and imagine the future.

He even met the... big squirrel in front of him?

Zhuang Bie laughed subconsciously. He gently stroked the squirrel's head, his voice was low but firm and thick.

"The me now is a little different."

He doesn't want to be a bystander and guardian anymore, he wants to hold someone's hand and never let go.

"That's right, for example, you have recovered your memory." Gong Squirrel was sincerely grateful, and put the stone stick next to it into Zhuang Bie's hand: "From now on, I will entrust you with all the work that belongs to witches in the tribe."

Zhuang Bie: "..."

He sighed and smiled: "Of course I will do it, but I did these things, what is Xiao Zhong doing?"

Gong Qianzhong also sighed: "Study divination."

His divination skills still didn't make much progress, and he always felt that he would be cramped by the witch after returning home.

Zhuang Bie couldn't help him. He looked at 5000 years ago, and at the same time, he could see what is happening now. He could even speculate on some of the things that might happen in the future based on the changes in the past and the present. However, this is not his inherent ability. .

His own beliefs and desires are too heavy, and the 5000-year flame of civilization runs through the long history of this land, allowing him to have a certain ability to predict under such blessings, not real predictions, but too rich experience combined predictions.

So for Gong Qianzhong who really studies divination, Zhuang Bie can't help at all.

"By the way, Xie Xiaoshan asked me to tell you something."

Zhuang Bie suddenly remembered Xie Xiaoshan's request: "It seems that some players are actively calling other players."

Gong Qianzhong said helplessly: "Because Mi wants to participate in the autumn hunting, but there are not enough people in the tribe. Old man Fang said he can handle it. It is estimated that the players who keep popping up these days are the ones he found."

Zhuang Bie slowly stroked the stone stick in his hand, and his tone was somewhat melancholy: "Hunting..."

Gong Qianzhong asked Zhuang Bie curiously: "Do you know anything?"

Zhuang Bie: "No, I don't know anything. I haven't appeared yet."

Gong Qianzhong thought it was the same, so he let go of this topic. At this moment, Xiao who had been guarding outside the yard suddenly rushed in. Fortunately, Ye Xiaobai was lying at the door, and Xiao didn't use it to knock on the door. Instead, he half-kneeled in front of Ye Xiaobai and whispered, "The hunting team has been attacked!"

After hearing this, the big white goose stood up and shook its wings. Ye Xiaobai looked up at the sky, where several big white geese were circling at low altitude somewhere, obviously that was where the incident happened.

He said: "Call the master, surround them, and catch those guys back."

Xiao Xiao got Ye Xiaobai's words, and hurried out to find someone. Once they found the location, the second hunting team who stayed in the clan rushed out like a whirlwind, and then never came back.

Soon he couldn't sit still any longer, and he trotted over to ask what to do.

Ye Xiaobai tilted his head, looked at the geese flying in the sky again, shook his wings, and said a little doubtfully, "It should be one of our own..."

cross:? ? ?

It was indeed his own person. Two hours later, Mihe came back laughing shoulder to shoulder.

Dozens of people followed them, half of them were hunting troops and clansmen rushing to help, and dozens of people were limping with messy paint on their bodies, and some of them were still bloody.

Although the two groups of people are mixed together, the difference between them can still be seen.

Gong Squirrel stood on Zhuang Bie's shoulder. He looked at the person who was shoulder to shoulder with Migou, his eyes lit up, and the squirrel's paws clapped together.

Hey, isn't this who?The brother soldier who took him on the way during the earthquake?