I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

The author has something to say: Happy New Year’s Day to the little angels in 2016 (づ￣3￣)づ, send a small festive egg to the little angels-the main god revealed in a cold manner that the little beauty god is actually a baby hatched from an egg on a tree ~

Not far from the Imperial Theological Seminary, there is a solemn and elegant rectangular temple. The temple is surrounded by promenades, and the edges of each promenade are supported by four milky white columns. The stunning sculptures of the gods reveal a more harmonious, magnificent and sublime beauty in the numerous temples.

Even though the descendants of the gods in the vicinity often see this palace, they are still amazed by the daily changing carving patterns on the columns, but they can only look at it in admiration, because this is the temple where the goddess is carved!

No matter how much they like this carving pattern, they don't have this technique.

Today is a weekly weekend. In the center of the large sunny room in this temple, there is a big-sized and lovely baby crib. At this time, the sunlight is already shining on the light blue bed sheets from the open window.However, the raised white ball on the bed remained motionless.

The door of the room engraved with the little bear was opened silently, and the fluffy little white cat approached the big central bed with graceful catwalks, jumped onto the bed, and patted the white ball with its soft paws.

"Meow~" The beard on the corner of his mouth trembled and patted tirelessly.

The white ball on the bed moved a bit, a small head popped out, covered with fluffy and messy hair, stretched out its fleshy little hands, and said in a childish voice, "Meow, today is Saturday, I want to sleep!"

"Meow meow." The sculpture goddess asked you to get up and do your homework.

The child spread out on the bed turned his head, his shoulders were struggling to get up, and finally fell back on the soft bed, his little face wrinkled into a ball, and the little red spot between his eyebrows exuded resentment.

Really can't get up, such a warm quilt.

"Squeak." Yan Zigao was struggling on the bed, the door had been completely opened.

A pretty woman with long hair rolled up stood at the door, with a calm face, wise and loving eyes, wearing a light-colored robe with exquisite embroidery on the corners of the robe.

But when he saw the white ball on the bed, the corners of his smiling lips drooped down, he walked to the bed and lifted the quilt, and reached out to pick up the cute child.

"Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, eat, and do your homework." Yan Zigao's tasks were arranged concisely.

Yan Zigao, who was held in his hand, begged reluctantly: "Ma Ma, today is New Year's Day. I don't want to do my homework, I want to play!"

But he was ruthlessly rejected, and said in a calm voice: "Monday parent meeting, has it been cancelled?"

Yan Zi, who was threatened by the engraving goddess with 'not attending the parent meeting', lowered her head, obediently went into the bathroom and began to brush her teeth and wash her face on tiptoe.

"Ma Ma." A cute baby protruded from the kitchen door, poked his head and blinked his watery eyes and asked, "I finished my homework and want to watch Journey to the West."

"Yeah." The pretty goddess in the kitchen was cooking soup in an apron, and nodded in agreement when she heard the child's report.

"Thank you, Mama!" Fenfen had a sweet smile on her face, and then skipped to open the Westward Journey, which she had watched tens of thousands of times. When she saw Xiao Wukong jumping out of the stone again, she would still be surprised. Open your mouth wide.

The little friend once told him a little secret. It is said that they were all pulled out of the mother's stomach, just like pulling a rake...

Every time he sees Little Wukong jumping out of a rock, he still guesses whether there is something that didn’t come out of his mother’s stomach, for example, it might be sent as a charge...

In the huge hall of the temple, there was a little man nestled on the solid wood sofa holding a rice bowl and quietly watching two episodes of Journey to the West, but he still had a big bowl of rice!

The beautiful carved goddess got angry, picked up the rice bowl and stuffed rice into his mouth.

"Hmm!" Xiaomei's stuffed face was bulging, her pink mouth was pouting, and she looked at the beautiful Mama pitifully with teary eyes.

Finally, the goddess sighed, rubbed the child's soft hair, picked up the bowl, got up and went into the kitchen.

"Ma Ma~" The child tried hard to swallow the food in his mouth, and followed into the kitchen, wringing his little hands nervously, "Don't be angry."

The carving goddess rolled up her hairpin lightly, turned her back to the little beauty god, rolled up her sleeves and began to wash the dishes: "Mom is not angry."

Even though he said that, Yan Zigao, the little beauty god, still felt that the beautiful mother was angry, so he walked to the side and reached out to grab the bowl: "Ma Ma, I will wash it for you..."

"duang!" Before he finished speaking, the bowl in the meat claw slipped from his hand, and then hit the tiles, breaking into pieces.Xiao Meishen's eyes widened in horror!Miserable!Mom's favorite finished product was destroyed in his hands!

The God of Sculpture's face darkened, and one of her latest finished products was ruined just like this.And the little broken boy was still stunned, not afraid of stepping on broken glass!

Enough is enough!This careless brat!The goddess of sculpture carried Yan Zi over the kitchen door, knelt down and said solemnly: "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The little beauty who broke a boutique felt very guilty, but when she saw the back of her mother leaving, she felt even more uncomfortable and felt that her mother didn't like her anymore. In desperation, she thought of the little Wukong who didn't have a mother.

"Ma Ma!" Xiao Meishen said eagerly, he who has done something wrong and seems to be rejected needs certain comfort! "Did I pick it up from a rock?"

Otherwise, why do you care more about those wood and stones, and always treat yourself indifferently, and he has never seen his father...

The corner of the carved goddess' mouth twitched. Where did this come from? !Watching TV in the human world every day, what do you give to your wild thoughts?

Without stopping at her feet, the sculpting goddess put her hand on the doorknob and said without looking back, "You paid for the phone call."

Worryless brat!The sculpting goddess, who was already a little annoyed, walked into the kitchen with her forehead helplessly after she finished speaking.

It turned out to be true!He was given as a phone bill, not the result of the love of his parents. No wonder he has never seen his father, and his mother is always locked in the carving room. He has been playing alone since he was a child!

It turned out that he sent it by charging the phone bill...

There was a huge shock and hurt look in the clear eyes, by accident, he knew his 'bleak life experience'!

The little beauty squatted in the garden of the main god, listlessly playing with the slender little flower snake he had just discovered, and accidentally tied it into an unbreakable knot!

When I came back to my senses and looked down, I panicked for a moment. Will I be given a "prison sentence" for killing the creatures in the garden of the Lord God's uncle? !

Well, for sure!After all, I am a cheap nephew who was 'gifted for phone bills'. Without a father, my mother still doesn't love her.Not to mention the main god who has no blood/relationship!

Thinking this way, Xiao Meishen hurriedly started to untie the flower snake, and after a long time, the knot was still dead!Suddenly, fine sweat appeared on the white and tender forehead.

Ever since the little Goddess of Beauty began to act as a flower girl in the garden, everyone in the main temple gradually discovered that the Lord God used to go for a walk in the garden in the afternoon or near dusk.

Today is no exception.Dressed in exquisite silver-white robes and wearing a laurel wreath, the Lord God walked towards the sea of ​​flowers from a distance as if bathed in holy light. Standing on the promenade, he looked at the little Goddess of God who was not far away and was in a hurry.

"Can you untie it yourself?" Xiao Meishen asked in a low voice the flower snake who was like a toy at her mercy.

"Hiss!" No way!

Yan Zigao wrinkled his steamed bun face, his little claws tremblingly grasped the knotted flower snake, his brows could pinch a fly to death.

Suddenly, a slender, white hand with well-defined bones came from behind, and picked up the flower snake from his hand: "Is it really impossible to untie it?"

The cold voice made people tremble with chills, the slender flower snake trembled all over, and while the little beauty god was stunned, he quickly untied the knot, then rubbed his head affectionately with the wrist of the main god, and slipped away up.

Even a flower snake is bullying him!Yan Zigao was very depressed, and sat down on the ground, pursing his small mouth in grievance.

"What's the matter?" Gong Jingxun wondered that the little kid who was happy to bring home a basket of strawberries yesterday was so depressed that he seemed to be sick today.

The sickly look was really unpleasant, so Gong Jingxun simply picked up the child on the ground, and supported the child's soft chin with his beautiful hands, really looking like tears were dripping down his face.

His eyes were dim, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of the child's eyes, and asked in a rare and gentle voice, "Are you crying because you were bullied by a flower snake?"

Yan Zigao's pearly tears that were about to flow were interrupted by such an interruption, and he insisted on holding back: "That's not it!"

Gong Jingxun watched the child turn his head away awkwardly, but the round earlobes were turning red, and the corners of the eyes that had just dripped with tears were also red, so cute.

"Uncle Lord God..." The child writhed in his arms, hesitated for a while in a low voice, and then asked, "Did I give you my phone bill from Ma Machong?"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a chuckle in his ears, and his face turned as red as a ripe cherry: "Uncle Lord God! I'm serious!"

Well, since the little nephew said that he was serious, then he, the god uncle, really should give a serious answer.

Immediately, the slender right hand wearing the strange bracelet flicked in the air, and an open door appeared in the void. Gong Jingxun walked towards the door with the little beauty who was amazed by the master's stunt.

"Wow! So many...eggs!"

There are dozens of fruit trees inside the door, but the tree in the center doesn't have any eggs, while the other fruit trees have more or less eggs.

Gong Jingxun walked to a fruit tree with the little beauty god in his arms, stood up and wiped it with his hand, and a name appeared on the tree trunk——Ai Li. God of Sculpture.

What's this?Why is mother's name on it, and there are several... eggs hanging on this fruit tree.

"You didn't send it as a phone bill, it was hatched from an egg that fell from this tree."

Xiao Meishen 囧: "Uncle Lord God, are you serious?!" It feels so perfunctory...

Gong Jingxun seemed to be saying another very common thing, looked at the wide-eyed child, and said helplessly: "The first generation of gods was refined by me using the body of the father god, and after refining, there is a tree of my own. The mother tree, their offspring are all hatched from the eggs laid on the tree."

"Uncle Lord God, are you serious? I'm really not born to my mother?!" After Xiao Meishen was shocked, he felt that the world was about to collapse. It turned out that he was a child born from an egg, no wonder he didn't have a father!

"..." Gong Jingxun wiped away the tears that kept falling, and explained, "The first generation of gods are infertile by themselves, and they can only bear fruit after finding someone they love and pouring a hundred years of divine water under the tree together. Egg."

Hearing this little beauty, I deeply feel that I have nothing to be sad about. My mother has watered a tree for 100 years for him!Deep love!

"And, the first generation of gods will live with their favorite children."

Xiao Meishen burst into laughter instantly, and it turned out that he was her mother's favorite...an egg.

"Uncle Lord God, why are you so inferior? Didn't you give birth to mothers?" The child asked innocently.

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