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

The author has something to say: (*^__^*) The little Christmas egg given to the little angel - the little beauty of the seminary hooked up with the uncle of the main god Gao Leng, what I have to say is a deadly trick...

Nine days away, there are clouds and mist, and the fairy air is ethereal, and the imposing buildings can be seen in the illusory place, which is very ancient Greek mythology style.

This is the residence of the descendants of the gods above the six realms. Everywhere you can see smiling and peaceful gods wearing robes and dignified demeanor.

If they don’t carry vegetables in their hands, or stand on the street chatting with other people’s parents, or don’t carry schoolbags, then they can be worshiped as gods directly in the temples of the human world, and they are particularly lifelike and rich. Three emotions and six desires.

It was dusk at this time, and the solemn bell of the Imperial Capital Theological Seminary resounded throughout the entire Imperial Capital of the God Realm.

After class, Yan Zigao rushed out with his schoolbag on his back. When he reached the alley, he took out a ribbon from his schoolbag and said to the ribbon, "Meow, you can come out now."

Then the ribbon circled the light and turned into a white kitten, lying in Yan Zigao's hands, stretching his waist lazily.

Seeing the kitten's white belly, Yan Zigao stretched out his hand and poked it a few times, but the kitten's front paws hugged his finger and he couldn't pull it out.

"Hey, Zigao." A boy's crisp voice came from behind.

Yan Zigao turned his head to look, and there were three or four children who looked to be only seven or eight years old, with curly hair, different hair colors, and pouty faces.

It is the classmate who plays well in his class.

Yan Zigao said dissatisfiedly: "You are so slow, did you bring it?"

The brown-haired boy with single eyelids walking in front took out a headset from his schoolbag and said, "Here it is."

After approaching one after another, the three children all pulled out something from their schoolbags. Yan Zigao saw that there was still bubble gum...

"Well, let's play in the garden that I haven't dared to go to for Christmas today." With a small impulse of excitement in his eyes, Yan Zi happily encouraged a few friends who were hesitant.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and finally passed unanimously-go to the garden of the Lord God to walk pets~

"Uh, it's so high." In front of him was a wall that was so high that it almost reached into the sky, and the four adventurous kids stood under it and began to struggle.

Yan Zigao waved his hand and commanded with confidence: "Everyone, look for it separately and see if there is no hole."

Hole?

What else could it be but a dog hole? After a quarter of an hour, someone trotted to inform everyone that they had found a... dog hole.

So this group of children, led by Yan Zigao, the Nth nephew of the Lord God, sneaked into the secret garden of the Lord God from the dilapidated dog hole.

All the children climbed in with excited faces, and were amazed by the endless sea of ​​flowers in front of them. Their mouths grew up and they greedily sniffed the pleasant fragrance all over the sky.

The small objects they each carried jumped out of the children's hands, and before they jumped to the ground, they turned into various spiritual pets, including the little pink pig, the mammoth, the Erha dog, and the little white cat of Yan Zigao's family. I started having fun with a few little masters in the sea of ​​flowers.

Running, rolling, chasing and fighting, when Yan Zigao was tired from playing and lying on the ground, he turned his head and was shocked - the lavender was overwhelmed!

Yan Zigao's mind suddenly became agitated: "Hurry up, it will be miserable if you are found out."

The few friends seemed to have had a good time too. Looking back, it turned out to be such a dilapidated scene, and one by one hurriedly ran to the dog hole secretly.

One by one they lined up to get through the small hole, and Yan Zigao was at the end, almost crying because he felt a sudden pressure in the air.

Sweat appeared on the forehead, but the little fat man in front was still blocking the entrance of the cave, unable to get out!

"Hey, hurry up!" Yan Zigao urged, jumping up and down, the little fat man finally managed to hold back.

Yan Zigao bent down and before he could reach the entrance of the hole, his collar was lifted up, and when he raised his eyes, an incomparably handsome face came into view.

It was exactly a month ago when he was about to enter school at the age of [-], his mother took him to meet his god uncle! !

Uncle Lord God rarely shows up, so his little nephew only saw him when he was a hundred years old.

After finishing his work today, Gong Jingxun strolled to the garden to check the piranhas he had planted a few days ago, but he didn't expect to find a few 'little mice' that were destroying the flowers and plants.

Still a little mouse that can drill dog holes.

He looked down at the puppy hole, and weighed the small round child in his hand.

The child raised his watery eyes and looked at him pitifully, his pink and tender face was blush and cute, his small nose touched, and his full pink lips were pouting at this moment.

"Uncle Lord God..." He also pleaded in a soft voice.

Gong Jingxun, who was originally angry, really couldn't do anything to a child for a while, and asked with his long and narrow eyebrows, "Did you ruin the flowers?"

Although he is not alone, but he does have his share, the honest Yan Zigao almost cried: "Yes."

Will he be imprisoned in the Colosseum where he is said to fight ferocious animals for the nobility?

It's bloody, he's so cute, he'll be ripped apart and eaten by a lion, then he won't have to go to school, and he won't be able to play, he'll turn into carrion in the belly of a bird/beast...

Such a conjecture made Yan Zigao hug the Lord God's uncle's arm, crying and confessing: "Uncle, I was wrong! Don't... don't throw me to the lion... eat me!"

Hot and round teardrops slid down one by one, and fell on Gong Jingxun's exposed arm, cold and biting.

"Okay, it's okay not to let the lion eat it." Gong Jingxun simply supported the child's buttocks with his free left hand, and put one hand behind his back, making Yan Zigao look at him at eye level.

Hearing that he would not be eaten by lions, Yan Zigao immediately wiped away the tears from the dropped threads, looked at the majestic Lord God with watery black eyes, and asked choked with sobs: " real?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he grinned and approached Uncle Lord God's innocent cheek with a wide smile, and kissed him moistly: "Thank you, Uncle Lord God!"

"However, you have to plant all the destroyed flowers."

Gong Jingxun accepts Xiao Meishen's intimacy with peace of mind, and in the next second throws out the punishment of making Yan Zigao a flower girl.

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So the little friends of class C, the first grade of the seminary, recently discovered that the new generation of beauty, Yan Zi, disappeared after school.

After a few times of stalking, the curious child stood outside the solemn and grand palace of the main god, turned around and ran away quickly and terrified.

I guess it turned out that Yan Zigao had come to look for his uncle, they were just making fun of it.

But the nephew of the Lord God has at least as many as ten seminaries. Why does Dudu Meishen, a very weak little nephew, get his favor?

It's really hidden!

This has almost become a topic in private in the God Realm, and they respect Yan Zigao more and more.

At this moment, Yan Zigao was rolling up his sleeves, revealing his fleshy little arms. The three short figures were struggling to hold the flower shovel, and the other hand was holding the sprinkler to work voluntarily in the garden.The little white cat squatted and bit its own tail to play.

Gong Jingxun, on the other hand, stood comfortably in the corridor not far away, watching with satisfaction the little child planting flowers profusely in sweat.

Insanely, I don't think there is anything wrong with using child labor.

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Merry Christmas, the easter eggs are not over yet.

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