I, Sand Sculpture Shou, fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

The pit filling department was short of manpower, so Xie Qixing went to play tricks for a few days.

He Jia originally thought that this was just an ordinary task, but he didn't expect that the staff found him and told him about a small incident with trepidation.

With a gloomy face, He Jia was taken to the staff dormitory of the fast-traveling bureau by the staff: "What happened? You just say it."

The staff held back for a long time, until He Jia's face turned black into the bottom of the pot, and then said with lingering fear: "Xie, Mr. Xie, he has lost his memory..."

"Amnesia?" He Jia repeated without seeming to react.

Staff member: "Well, I said that Mr. Xie took him to the bureau to take medicine as soon as he came back, but the medicine for restoring memory was out of stock, and it would take five days to arrive. Mr. Xie now only has himself in the last world. memory."

He Jia's tense face suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath: "I thought something happened to Xie Qixing, it scared me to death."

As he said that, he was about to open the door to enter, but the staff stopped him: "The point is, Mr. Xie was the emperor in the last world, a particularly cruel tyrant who can make troubles, Xiao He, you have to do well Mentally prepare."

He Jia smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to go back."

He thanked the staff and opened the door to go in.

Inside the door, a person dressed in a golden dragon robe looked at He Jia with cold star-like eyes: "Who is coming?"

Xie Qixing's hair didn't know whether it was real or fake, it was tied behind his head, revealing a smooth forehead and neatly shaped eyebrows, staring at He Jia with displeasure.

He Jia closed the door, looked at Xie Qixing like this, and was amused: "Have you eaten yet?"

Xie Qixing's face darkened: "Who allows you to talk to me like this?"

He Jia waved his hand: "Come on, we don't have feudal superstition in modern society."

He Jia stretched out his hand to Xie Qixing: "Go, I'll take you somewhere."

This is the dormitory for the fast-traveling game, He Jia can't let Xie Qixing stay here forever.

Xie Qixing looked at him coldly: "You don't want to order me."

He Jia deliberately teased him, so he approached Xie Qixing mysteriously and asked him, "Do you know where you are?"

Xie Qixing subconsciously shook his head.

He Jia had an inscrutable expression on his face: "This is the Heavenly Court, and you are in the Lingxiao Palace."

Xie Qixing frowned: "You mean..."

He Jia nodded, with a serious face: "Yes, you are dead. This is the world you can come to after your death. I am the god responsible for receiving you."

He asked Xie Qixing: "You don't believe it?"

Xie Qixing looked He Jia up and down: "...I don't believe it, there is no god like you."

He Jia glared at him: "What happened to me? Why are you attacking me personally!"

He took the remote control of the TV in the room into his hand in a dazed manner: "Be honest! Otherwise, I'll lock you up here!"

As he said, he pressed the TV switch, and people who were singing and dancing immediately appeared on the TV screen.

Seeing those villains on the TV, Xie Qixing's expression changed slightly. He subconsciously looked behind the TV, but he could only see a wall. He suppressed his surprise: "You did this?"

He Jia suppressed a smile, and shook the remote control triumphantly: "Are you scared?"

He Jia pressed the channel change button, and TV dramas, cross talks, and skits flashed on the screen in sequence, and when a yellow sponge and a pink starfish appeared on the TV, Xie Qixing finally changed his face, and said in horror: "It's you who put them together." become like this?"

He Jia looked serious: "Yes, who made them disobedient!"

Xie Qixing looked terrified.

He Jia took him out and took him out to take a taxi while he was shocked before he could react. The driver brother was well-informed, and he was not surprised to see Xie Qixing in a yellow robe, humming a song and driving.

Xie Qixing looked at the rapidly receding scene outside the window: "What is this?"

The old god He Jia is here: "This is the carriage of our fairy world."

The driver suddenly became unhappy: "Who do you say is a horse??"

He Jia: "..."

He leaned over to the driver: "Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​I'll give you an extra five yuan later."

The driver then compromised.