How to marry a male dragon

Ying Xiangyi's eyes froze: "Really?"

He is very defensive about the sacred tree now, and his first reaction is not surprise, but doubt.

Why did the Divine Tree help him resurrect?

If Shenshu hadn't been a hindrance and had done so many things without telling Shenjun, the relationship between Shenjun and Wu Xinghe would not have ended in tragedy.

Be heartless and ruthless as a law enforcement officer.

Ying Xiangyi doesn't believe this sentence, the law is nothing more than human feelings, aren't ordinary people working in judicial and judicial organs in modern society, and there hasn't been any major troubles.

In his opinion, there is no need to find someone to enforce the law in the six realms.

There are people in power in all walks of life. The sky is a place outside the world. Occasionally reconcile the contradictions of the six realms, just like the current demon world and fairy world. Other than that, it should not be mixed too much.

The little ball of light flickered, and jumped obediently twice, as if nodding: "It's true, it's true, this is the way I thought about all night, it will definitely revive him!"

"That's not what you said before. You said that he was dead and couldn't come back to life."

Ying Xiangyi's eyes were indifferent, looking at Xiao Guangtuan's childish behavior, he didn't find it cute at all, and felt very cold in his heart.

Wu Xinghe's death was caused by the divine tree, which made it difficult for Ying Xiangyi not to wonder whether the divine tree was involved in the delayed death.

Xiao Guangtuan's voice lowered: "Before, I was wrong in my judgment. I thought he dug out the demon beads, blew up his body, and his soul dissipated. That's why I said he couldn't be revived."

Ying Xiangyi wasn't sure if it was his own subjective feeling. He felt that Xiao Guangtuan's words sounded a little guilty.

"But it's different now! I know his soul is still there, and Yaozhu still retains all his power, so it's possible to revive him..."

Xiao Guangtuan kept talking excitedly, Ying Xiangyi's eyes were already filled with coldness, his hand holding the door became tighter and tighter, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

Shenshu has supernatural powers and knows everything that happens in the world.

It knows that Chi Tiao's soul is hidden in the demon bead, will it secretly do some tricks to make Chi Tiao's soul fly away?

Ying Xiangyi couldn't be sure, and he couldn't help but speculate about the sacred tree with the worst malice.

What flustered him the most was that if the Divine Tree really wanted to harm Chi Tiao's soul, he wasn't sure if he could stop it.

Ying Xiangyi has never been more eager to become stronger than now.

Afraid of being noticed by Shenshu, he didn't dare to show too much resistance, and forced a smile: "How can I revive him?"

Xiao Guangtuan happily said: "Become a god! As long as you become a god, you can use the power of the god to resurrect him!"

"Become the co-lord of the six realms? Be the law enforcer?"

Ying Xiangyi couldn't help being a little curious, so many people wanted to enter the heaven, why the sacred tree insisted on grabbing him.

"No, it's different." Xiao Guangtuan corrected, "Gods are independent of the world and have unimaginable power. In this world, gods appeared earlier than the Six Realms. You can imagine him Maker, Creator of the world and all things."

This is a novel statement that has never been heard before, and it sounds similar to gods such as Nuwa in modern society.

Ying Xiangyi raised his eyebrows: "Then are you a god?"

The light of the small light group slowly went out and turned into a golden ball: "No, I'm not a god, I'm just a servant of the god, and I have part of his power."

This didn't seem to be a topic it liked. After Xiao Guangtuan said this, he awkwardly jumped back to the side of the sacred tree.

Ying Xiangyi squinted his eyes and looked at its leaving back, feeling an absurd pity for no reason.

It's like seeing a child who was abandoned by his parents, and he still bears it despite being wronged, pretending to be strong.

What's the mess?

Ying Xiangyi shook his head, thinking that his brain might be flooded, and that's why he regarded this kind of black-hearted boss who killed people with a knife in order to achieve his goal as a child.

Because of Shenshu's sudden emo, their topic had to be interrupted.

You should ask Yi for what you want.

It's dawn, the sun is shining brightly, the white clouds are stacked into various shapes, floating in the lingering mist, there is a peaceful atmosphere in the sky,

Ying Xiangyi rubbed his stomach, then touched the demon jewels in his dantian as if in the air, and walked around the sky.

I didn't do much shopping last time, and now I'm idle anyway, so I might as well look around.

The architectural styles in Tianshang Tiannei are very different, and some of them retain the state of the Great Desolation Period, which is slightly different from the present.

There are still some buildings in the distance that are very simple, so simple that they are so abrupt that they are extremely inconsistent with the sky.

Have you ever seen a thatched hut next to a magnificent palace?

Ying Xiangyi looked enigmatic: "Xanadu, an important capital, is close to the fortress of the six worlds - God Realm. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, covers an area of ​​up to n square kilometers, and has beautiful scenery. It has trained countless high-quality talents , Zhongling Yuxiu, is a rare geomantic treasure."

He paused, couldn't help laughing, and complained to Yaozhu in his dantian: "This is a good place, it must be a fusion of two architectural styles, it looks like a four-dimensional, the developer can't do it. Baby, what do you say?" Yes or no?"

Dantian was hot.

Ying Xiangyi's eyes lit up instantly, and he said excitedly, "Baby? Far away? You think so too, don't you?"

The Yaozhu floated around the dantian and rolled a few times in his spiritual power.

Ying Xiangyi's heart was about to be transformed into a demon bead. Thinking of the white dragon egg he had dreamed of, he licked his lips: "Yu Yuan is so cute, cute when he was a dragon egg, but still so cute when he turned into a demon bead, I like it so much You."

The dark green bead penetrated into the spiritual power and stopped moving.

Ying Xiangyi laughed: "Are you shy?"

He seemed to have found something interesting, and while confessing his confession, he put his spiritual power aside and "digged" out the hidden demon beads.

The little Yaozhu was teased to jump up and down, chasing and stabbing into the pile of spiritual power, which made Ying Xiangyi's heart soft.

He was a little uncertain before, but now he is sure that Chi Yao's soul must be in the Yaozhu.

I can hear him speak, I can feel his emotions... His distance is not lying, and he is really by his side all the time.

Compared with the palace, Ying Xiangyi was more interested in the thatched hut that appeared in the sky. He calmed down the Yaozhu who was so tired that he was floating more and more slowly, and walked towards the thatched hut.

This thatched hut reminded him of when he was on the first peak, in order to protect his safety, Wu Ying took him to the mountain.

I don't know how Wuying is doing now, whether the injury is better.

And Qinglao and Yingyu, have they been rescued?

How is the situation in the Six Realms? Did the gods stop Liuchen and the master of the Jiubao Pavilion?

Ying Xiang Yi sighed, a little upset.

His cultivation is at a half-baked level, and going out will add to the chaos, staying here and finding a way to resurrect him is the most important thing.

As for the safety of the Six Realms, leave it to the people of the Six Realms to maintain it.

The thatched hut was built exquisitely. After such a long time, there is no sign of dilapidation, and the grass poles on the roof are new and bright.

From a distance, it looks like it is carefully protected by people, and it is more important than the palace next to it.

Ying Xiangyi was quite curious, and wanted to go in to have a look, but just as he got closer, he was blocked by an invisible wall before he reached the outer fence wall.

A trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and Ying Xiangyi stretched out his hand to touch it, confirming that there was an invisible and tangible power barrier in front of him.

"It's really protected."

Ying Xiangyi muttered something in a low voice.

There is no one other than the sacred tree to set up a barrier in the sky, but why does the sacred tree take care to protect a thatched cottage?

Knowing that he couldn't enter, Ying Xiangyi didn't stay for long, turned around and changed paths, and continued walking.

The sacred tree mentioned before that it is a servant of the gods, and the thatched cottage is cherished and protected. Could it be the residence of the gods?

Ying Xiangyi thought to himself, imagining the image of the creator god.

Possesses great power, but likes to live in a thatched cottage, and has cultivated wily servants like the Divine Tree... Generally speaking, it should be a weird and not easy to mess with.

After traveling here, he has never heard of anything related to it. Could it be that something unexpected happened to this powerful god?

Until the walk was over, Ying Xiangyi hadn't figured out why.

When Ying Xiangyi was about to go back to the room where he lived to practice last night, Shenshu suddenly stopped him: "Have you considered it?"

Ying Xiangyi thought for a while before he understood what it was asking, and smiled perfunctorily: "I really want to be resurrected, but becoming a god is simply impossible, and I know I can't do it."

The trees are full of flowers, and the golden petals are swirling one after another, as if it has rained.

Ying Xiangyi kept silent, and brushed off the petals on his body: "Is this... the sacred tree blooming?"

"No! This is me crying!" The sacred tree shook off another branch of the petals, "I'm very disappointed in you, and I'm mourning your misfortune and angering you."

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

I can't tell, but you are still my career fan.

"Sorrowful for its misfortune, angry for its indisputable, you used it wrongly, and the context is wrong." Ying Xiangyi gently corrected it.

The petals were stagnant in mid-air, and every branch of the sacred tree was stiff: "Oh."

Ying Xiangyi had no choice but to help his forehead.

The image of Shenshu in front of him was quite different from the image he had put together through other things. He couldn't help but wonder how such a stupid thing could do those bad things.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, the golden petals were all stagnant in mid-air, not knowing whether they should fall or not.

Ying Xiangyi was blinded by Shenshu's stupidity, and took the initiative to break the deadlock: "Why are you so disappointed in me?"

The petals floated together and condensed into a palm-sized light cluster.

Shenshu seems to like this way of appearing very much. It is clearly rooted in front of him, but every time it has to transform into a small ball of light to talk to Ying Xiangyi.

Xiao Guangtuan jumped down, wanting to jump into Ying Xiangyi's arms, dived for two seconds, suddenly braked suddenly, and moved back in a hurry.

Ying Xiangyi raised his eyebrows, it's good, save him from losing the ball.

"You can become a god, but you are not confident at all, so I am very disappointed in you."

As he said that, the little light ball doubled in size, as if he was expressing his anger with actions.

Ying Xiangyi became more and more confused, and sat down on the stone next to him carelessly: "I don't even believe that I can do it, why do you believe me so much?"

It made him start to wonder if he was a peerless expert with great luck, because he lost his memory and fell into the world.

But the life experience of the past nearly 30 years is so vivid that it is impossible to fake it. Ying Xiangyi can be sure that he has traveled through time.

Xiao Guangtuan murmured: "You can do it, you must do it."

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

He still likes to hear this sentence from his own family.

"You have great powers, and you should know that I am not from this world. Could it be that your selection criteria has something to do with this?" Ying Xiangyi thought of a sentence, the family flowers are not as fragrant as the wild flowers, and people from outside are more favored than local people. "I don't even know how to be a monk, how can I be a god in charge of everything?"

Shen Shu's reaction was so weird that it was impossible to ignore it.

Ying Xiangyi didn't know why Shenshu was obsessed with himself.

The little light group turned around, as if thinking.

Ying Xiangyi looked at it circling, and thought of the demon bead circling in the dantian, and secretly slandered that his family was so cute when it turned so far away, and this guy in front of him was annoyed.

Shenshu seemed to have made some decision, and his voice sank a bit: "Do you know why you came to this world?"

Ying Xiangyi tilted his head: "In order to meet Chi Yao."

Shen Shu was furious: "You can't live without Chi Tiao?"

Ying Xiangyi shrugged, pretending to be surprised: "Hey, you found out, I'm in love, and I really can't live without him."

Shenshu was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time, the small light ball swelled into a big light ball, about the size of a basketball.

"You came here to save the world! You are the chosen god, as long as you solve the disasters in the world, you will be admired by all people!"

"This is really..." Ying Xiangyi looked calm, "It's not unexpected, you should go to our world, with your brain circuit, you can't write tricks, and writing a popular time-travel novel is more than enough."

"I probably thought up the story for you. An aspiring young man traveled through different worlds by mistake. He experienced many hardships and led the world to defeat the bad guys. He was admired by everyone and was elected as the world's number one and invincible god."

Ying Xiangyi patted the dust on the hem of his clothes: "How about it, does it fit your script?"

Shenshu was stunned: "It fits well... No, this is not a story, what I said is true, you will come to this world, you really have a mission, and you still have tokens related to this world!"

Ying Xiangyi paused and raised his eyes: "The token?"

When he crossed over, he brought two things with him, a pair of scissors and an old book from a local stall.

Before the thunderstorm, he broke through the realm, and the old man who set up a stall and sold books appeared in front of him and asked him what his choice was.

Ying Xiangyi propped his forehead, and tapped his other hand on his knee one after another: "Is the god you mentioned earlier an old man?"

The light cluster froze, and it took a long time for it to flash, and the voice was a little floating: "How old is the old man?"

Ying Xiangyi: "It looks about five or sixty years old."

As soon as the words fell, the light group trembled, and the tone was subtle: "It's not impossible, the face of the god does not match the age, and it can be changed at will."

Ying Xiangyi took out the scissors and the book from the storage ring, and opened the book again: "This seems to be full of magic circles and restraints, are they tokens?"

The little light group lit up for a moment, and said in a surprised tone: "It's a token, it's a token!"

It jumped onto the book at once, and the light shrouded the pages, causing the paper to rattle.

Suddenly, a burst of light burst out from the book, and Ying Xiangyi subconsciously leaned back, seeing the light ball and the book flying into the air together.

The colors of the two lights are very similar, but the one on the book is lighter, and the two lights are entangled together.

The sacred tree started to rain again, but the golden petals did not fall to the ground, but all floated towards the book in the air.

Under Ying Xiangyi's shocked gaze, the book grew two thin short arms, and two of the five sense organs - eyes and mouth, which were very conspicuous on the dark blue cover.

The corner of Ying Xiangyi's mouth twitched, this is... a living book of great changes? !

The book that has become a master hugged the light ball and rubbed it fiercely: "Oh my god, I miss you so much!"

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

The publishing house of this book may be in that corner of the Northeast.

The little light ball flew out of its arms, and flew around it twice: "How did your power become so weak?"

The book spirit waved his hand: "Don't mention it, I was deceived by that old guy as soon as I went out, he said he could take me to the Lord... um..."

The Book Essence was enveloped in a ball of light, and his voice was also cut off.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Ying Xiangyi's eyes.

Soon the light ball shrank back to its normal size, and flew to Ying Xiangyi together with Shu Jing: "It's a keepsake, its name is Xiao——"

"Prophet! My name is Prophet!" the scholar interrupted him, "I am knowledgeable about the past and the present. I know astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. I know everything in the world. It is a magical book. You can call me a prophet, or You can call me Magic Book."

Ying Xiangyi thought of the magic mirror, raised his brows, and didn't show any face: "Aren't you a broken book, how did you become such a ghost?"

Ying Xiangyi was a little uncomfortable with the fact that the book he had been carrying with him suddenly became refined.

The eyes on the cover of the book were extremely wide, and suddenly rushed over, yelling: "How do I look like a broken book?! I am clearly handsome, martial, extraordinary and knowledgeable, so I am full of knowledge. Master, please speak clearly, hello!"

Ying Xiangyi: "Stay away from me first."

Books that have gone through a circle in modern society are different.

Ying Xiangyi looked at the scholar who silently retreated to a safe distance, and asked, "Did you call me master just now?"

The book spirit trembled for a while, and said in a misty tone, "Did I call...?"

Xiao Guangtuan said at the right time: "You bought it, and you are its owner."

Books are as good as good: "Yes, yes, I am your book, and you are my master."

Ying Xiangyi fell into silence.

Xiao Guangtuan and Shujing looked at each other. Although the latter had only one pair of eyes and one mouth, he also showed a guilty expression, as if he was afraid of him.

"So that's it, I'm your master." Ying Xiangyi intertwined his fingertips, tapping each other, "You say you know everything in the world, so can you answer my question?"

"What's the problem, master?"

The scholar eagerly came over, with the potential of being a dog's leg.

Compared with the sacred tree who is secretly doing dirty work, this book exuding a rustic atmosphere is obviously more attractive.

Ying Xiangyi raised his chin: "Do you know the sacred tree?"

Judging from the interaction between the two guys just now, they seem to be familiar. If he read correctly, it seems that the power of the sacred tree has changed the book.

"A momentary slip, not knowing people well, it's all a sin—"

"..."

Ying Xiangyi didn't even think about it, and slapped him across the face: "Don't howl."

"Okay guest officer!" The book spirit immediately became obedient, and began to talk about his experience, "I am originally a member of the Heavenly Heaven, the most favored existence in the Heavenly Heaven, and the original master, the former god, left In the end, I was excluded by this tree because I was too handsome, and I had to leave the sky and wander in the world. Later, I wandered into the world of the master, was deceived by an old man, and was sealed with power, so I could only become a human being. It’s a broken book. Fortunately, I finally saw the master again, and I was able to follow you back to heaven.”

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

Are you sure it's because you're too handsome, not because you talk too much so you're excluded?

This guy's cultural level is not much different from that of the sacred tree, so it can be seen that he is also a special product of the sky.

That god is quite capable of raising these two things.

The Divine Tree had given up struggling, and the whole tree was speechless.

The book spirit said that he was crying, and rushed over, holding Ying Xiangyi's calf with his two short arms, crying: "Master, I thought I would never be able to go home until I met you! You are Dian, You are the light, you are my only god, and you are destined to become a god!"

Ying Xiangyi's expression was stiff, and he shook his leg, but he couldn't shake it off: "Hehe, just speak well, don't touch your feet, let go quickly."

The hardcover book pretended to wipe away tears: "At first I thought that I was going to the mortal world to experience calamity, but now, I understand! I am going to find the master, I am the token of the master, and my task is to bring you Go back to heaven, let you become a god!"

Ying Xiangyi couldn't digest his dramatic remarks for a while, stood up, and shook off the sticky man on his legs: "You two are friends, let's catch up, I'll go to rest first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring the cries of ghosts and wolves in the slightest.

After returning to the room, Ying Xiangyi closed the door and let out a sigh of relief: "I think they have something to hide from me."

The demon beads in the dantian flew into the air and fell again, as if nodding.

Ying Xiangyi didn't think talking to himself was strange at all, so in order to talk to Yaozhu, he specially set up a chat method.

"Yes" will fly into the air, "No" will shake left and right, "shy" will turn around, and if you have other thoughts, you will get hot.

Ying Xiangyi: "The two of them seem to be conspiring to make me the god of Naoshizi."

The Yaozhu flew into the sky and fell.

Ying Xiangyi wiped his face: "Baby, you are so cute."

Actually doing it according to the chatting method, so sweet, so obedient.

Yaozhu was silent for a while, and turned around silently.

Ying Xiangyi clutched his heart and fell on the bed, his heart was beating wildly because of the cuteness, what a peerless cutie!

It took a long time to calm down, Ying Xiangyi rubbed his face, and warned himself not to act like a pervert and commit nympho to Yaozhu, so as not to affect the image in Chi Tiao's mind.

He is going to be resurrected late, and he will grow old with the other party forever.

Ying Xiangyi touched his chin: "I don't know if it's my illusion, the book and the sacred tree are very afraid of me, as if I am some great person."

The Yaozhu swayed left and right, then fell into the air, and became hot again.

Ying Xiangyi choked: "Honey, what's your answer?"

It is really inconvenient to not be able to communicate verbally.

Yaozhu slowed down again, and repeated the three secret words, Ying Xiangyi hesitated: "I said three sentences just now, does each action correspond to one sentence?"

The demon beads flew into the sky and fell again, the excitement was beyond words.

Ying Xiangyi couldn't laugh or cry, deeply felt that this was a test of tacit understanding, playing a game of guessing and guessing.

The meanings that can be determined are: it is not an illusion, they fear me.

Ying Xiangyi guessed the last sentence several times, but he couldn't guess what Chi Yao's other thoughts were.

The sound of knocking on the door mixed with yelling came from outside the house, and the book spirit's loud voice came into play again: "Master, your favorite cool and handsome prophet magic book baby is here, open the door and let me in!"

The veins on Ying Xiangyi's forehead bulged, and he pulled the door open, his face sank like water, and his tone was serious: "First of all, you are not my favorite, and second, I only have one baby."

After finishing speaking, before the book spirit could react, he closed the door.

Shenshu had a panoramic view of everything, laughing so hard that its flowers and branches trembled.

The book spirit was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he knocked on the door again: "Master, your cool and handsome prophet's magic book is here, please open the door and let me in!"

Ying Xiangyi was reluctantly satisfied and let him in.

The book spirit flew onto the table and poured a cup of tea clumsily: "Master, please have some tea."

Ying Xiangyi took it and put it aside: "Why do you say I can become a god?"

The book spirit was dumbfounded: "There is no reason for this, the master was born to be a god... I mean, he was born to become a god."

No matter how you ask this question, it’s just a chegulu question, so Ying Xiangyi changed the subject: "You lived in the sky before, do you know who lives in the thatched cottage in the corner?"

"It's the master." Shu Jing paused, "It's the original master. He didn't bother to spend time building a house, so he built the most common thatched cottage to live in."

This reason is really fresh and refined.

Ying Xiangyi: "Then how did these palaces come about?"

Book spirit: "After the original owner left, I built it with the dryad. I hope that one day the original owner will come back and give him a surprise."

Ying Xiangyi struggled to hear it, and waved his hands: "You can call him master directly, not the original master."

Shu Jing unexpectedly insisted: "No, I have you now, and you are my only master."

"What if your previous master returns?"

"no, I can not."

The scholar's tone was firm, with his arms folded, his face full of frustration.

Ying Xiangyi felt like poking at it's sad things, and felt a little uncomfortable: "You said earlier that an old man lied to you and sealed your power?"

The scholar nodded: "Actually, that old man is a friend of the original master. He was afraid that I would cause trouble in the master's world, so he sealed my power."

It seems to be the old man who set up a street stall.

Ying Xiangyi asked casually: "You are from this world, why did you go to our world?"

The scholar blinked his eyes: "I am a passionate prodigal son, and I make my home all over the world. Maybe I went to that world just to meet my master one day."

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

Yue, has this book been soaked in oil?

"Master, master, I heard from the tree spirit that you want to save a little white dragon named Chi Tiao, is that right?"

When Chi Tiao was mentioned, Ying Xiang Yi's eyebrows softened: "Well, he is my lover, because something happened to me."

"Shenming and Xiaobailong, it's not right for the CP to be in the same household, tsk tsk, but why is it Xiaobailong again, the master's preferences are really unchanged." You can save your lover!"

Ying Xiangyi was almost tired of hearing the word "god": "Then how can I become a god?"

The book spirit cheered excitedly: "Master, you promised! You promised to become a god!"

Ying Xiangyi: "Calm down."

The scholar patted himself, and the pages of the book rattled: "I'm sorry, master, I'm a little bit crazy."

After living in this world for nearly a year, Ying Xiangyi has gotten used to the way of communication here, and he was caught off guard by hearing so many modern vocabulary, which made him feel familiar and feel awkward with his toes on the ground.

"Stop it, you haven't told me how to become a god yet."

"Sincerity leads to spirit!"

Ying Xiangyi's expression was stiff, his eyes filled with the meaning of "you're kidding me".

Shujing said solemnly: "If you are the master, as long as you really want to become a god, you can become a Buddha right away."

If I become a Buddha immediately, do I need to put down the butcher knife first?

Ying Xiangyi was speechless for a while: "Be honest, don't you know the specific method?"

The book spirit was a little coy: "I really don't know the specific method, but the original master said that as long as he... the right person really wants to become a god, he can break the seal and transform successfully."

Ying Xiangyi couldn't help wondering whether the so-called gods were deceiving his little follower.

Ying Xiangyi was too lazy to listen to the showman's talk, so he "invited" the bookman out of the room.

Shujing looked back three times at every step, and left reluctantly: "Master, if you have any questions, you can call me at any time."

Seeing Ying Xiangyi close the door, it flew back to the side of the sacred tree, bragging: "I succeeded! The master agreed!"

Shenshu was deeply suspicious: "Really?"

"That can still be fake, my three-inch tongue is good, and a dead horse can be said to be a living horse."

"..."

Shenshu glanced at the room where Ying Xiangyi lived: "Then why hasn't it changed?"

Shu Jing choked: "There must be a buffer period, when the master's heart becomes firm, it will change."

"What does it mean to have a heart like iron?"

"It means being firm in your heart, you are too uneducated."

"You are uneducated."

"Tree spirit, do you believe that I plucked you bald?"

"Go away, stay away from me."

……

The two little ones were arguing like a raging fire.

In the room, Ying Xiangyi refilled a cup of tea and took two sips: "Looks like we have to find a way to go to the thatched cottage."

So far, it doesn't seem like there's any downside to being a god.

Yaozhu vacated and fell, agreeing with his opinion.

Ying Xiangyi's heart softened, and after confirming that Chi Tiao was by his side, his heart immediately settled down, and he was no longer as helpless as yesterday.

After practicing for a few more hours, it got dark.

Tianshangtian is a magical place, there is aura full of spiritual energy everywhere, after entering, he didn't feel hungry.

Ying Xiangyi observed specifically that after the red crack disappeared, the Yaozhu no longer absorbed his spiritual power.

"Yu Yao, are you missing a soul now?"

Yaozhu answered yes.

Ying Xiangyi's mood was tense: "In this case, will it harm you?"

Unexpectedly, Yaozhu swayed left and right, and turned around a few times vigorously, as if telling him that there was nothing wrong with him.

Ying Xiangyi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, as long as there's nothing wrong."

Ying Xiangyi planned to continue practicing, but the demon beads in his dantian kept making noise, and he didn't settle down until he was lying on the bed.

"You want me to sleep?"

Yaozhu gave an affirmative answer.

Ying Xiangyi would never refuse Chi Tiao, immediately overturned the plan, and lay down on the bed: "Tu Tiao, let's sleep together."

I didn't do anything today, and I was in good spirits. Ying Xiang Yiben thought that he would fall asleep very late, but he fell asleep soon after lying down.

And dreamed again.

Ying Xiangyi was no stranger to dreaming.

The place where the dream happened is still in the sky, he secretly guessed who the protagonist is, is it a god?Wu Xinghe?A member of the Changfeng Army?God tree?Bookish?

It doesn't matter after guessing, the protagonist this time is someone I don't know.

A handsome man.

This was the first time that he dreamed of someone he didn't know at all, and Ying Xiangyi's curiosity was aroused.

The man is handsome, aggressive and handsome, but he has a refined and gentle temperament, just looking at it makes people feel good.

Something flashed through his mind, Ying Xiangyi slightly opened his eyes wide.

This, could it be the original owner of Shu Jing, the former god of heaven?

Xiang Yi should immediately observe his surroundings.

The magnificent palace was gone, and the thatched cottage was half built. Judging from the time, his guess should be right.

It wasn't until this time that Ying Xiangyi understood what Shenshu meant when he said that the gods were different from the masters of the six realms.

Shenjun is already the most kind and compassionate person he has ever met, but the man in front of him has a much greater impact on him than Shenjun.

The gods are independent of this world.

The sense of alienation and refinement in the man is just right, which perfectly interprets this state.

Ying Xiangyi not only has some doubts, can he really become such an existence.

The sacred tree was in bloom, and the whole tree was golden. The man leaned against the branch of the tree and took a nap with his arms on his pillow.

The breeze was not dry, the flowering branches were lowered, and the sacred tree moved the branches carefully to cover him from the falling sunlight.

Everything in front of him was frozen, like a picture scroll with appropriate shades.

After an unknown amount of time, the corners of the man's lips curved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to catch the little guy who fell from a higher branch.

Ying Xiangyi's pupils shrank, his heart stopped suddenly, and he stared at the little guy in his hand.

It was white and soft, thinner than the wrist, with a pair of crystal clear horns growing on its head.

It is a little white dragon.

With a flick of his tail, the little white dragon entangled the man's wrist, and happily nodded a few times on his arm.

The glass-like dragon horns reflected the dazzling brilliance, the little white dragon rubbed the man's palm affectionately, and said softly, "Good afternoon, my lord."

It was very similar to the far away in Ying Xiangyi's impression, even the small movements were exactly the same.

The man flicked its head: "Why did it fall again?"

Xiao Bailong blinked innocently, lowered his head silently, and pressed against his palm, without saying a word.

A thin voice sounded: "Xiaobai is playing tricks again, he clearly agreed not to bother you today."

Ying Xiangyi looked in the direction of the sound, and the chubby little red chicken flapped its wings angrily and pecked at the sacred tree.

Beside it, a big snow-white cat rolled twice on the ground, failed to stop the car for a while, and crushed a big tortoise shell that collapsed.

The big snow-white cat and the little tiger cub that came out of the coffin have an eighth/ninth image.

Through this point, Ying Xiangyi matched up the three little guys, Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu belonged to the four clans of the demon world.

There are rumors that the reason why the four clans are powerful is because they are not pure demons, but have sacred blood.

If the four clans were first born in Tiantian, then this rumor seems to be traceable.

Although the little guy in front of him is completely different from the four clans in his impression.

Except for Xiao Bailong, Ying Xiangyi was used to Chi Tiao's acting like a spoiled child, looking at Xiao Bailong in front of him didn't feel awkward, but had a sense of intimacy.

There is nothing worth exploring in today's dream, Ying Xiangyi classified it as farming life, and roughly summed it up as "The God and His Four Little Followers".

In addition to men, there is no one else in the sky.

His daily life is to build a house, be in a daze, sleep late, cook, and tease the little ones when he is in the mood.

The man treats the four little guys equally, but because the little Bailong is the most coquettish and the most scheming, he gets jerked and hugged the most.

Ying Xiangyi discovered that the man liked to cook very much, and would do it by himself every day, and the raw materials were all conjured by him.

When the man was cooking, the other little guys would play and play beside him, only the little white dragon would nest next to the man, patting his calf with his tail from time to time, making him extremely clingy.

At this time, the man would put down the things in his hands, pick up the little white dragon, and rub its head.

The other little guys looked envious and resentful: "Xiaobai is playing tricks again! Xiaobai is clingy!"

Through observation, Ying Xiangyi already knew their four names, the little white dragon was called Xiaobai, the Suzaku was called Xiaohong, Xuanwu was called Xiaohei, and the white tiger was called Dabai.

The naming style is unified, and the god who is too lazy to build a house in Shujing's mouth