The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 1375 The Creator's Ability

  At that time, she was still young, and one day she heard a little goddess scolding her for having a mother but not having a mother.

  At the time, she was very angry and sad, crying and went back to find the godmother and find joy.

  It was only then that he realized that he was not the child of Shishen.

  Xunhuan didn't say a word, and took her to beat the cheap-mouthed little goddess. Then brought her here to play in the mud.

  The fun-seeking playing mud, just playing mud.

  But on that day, she discovered for the first time that vines wrapped in mud can make a mortal. She even pinched an animal, and that animal had life.

  Xun Huan was also enthusiastic about playing with vines, but she waited until she saw her having fun. Waited until the godmother called her in.

  Just looking for joy, I went to get the vine.

  Waiting to see Xunhuan again the next day, Xunhuan's eyes were red, and when she saw her, he cried.

  Since then, he has never played Mud Man with her again.

  Even when Lulu talked about it, he just smiled and said nothing.

  After that, she found out that Xunhuan didn’t like it, so she played less.

  After so many years, she has forgotten about it a long time ago.

  I didn't think of it until this moment.

   "The day of seeking pleasure was just like I am today, when the mud fell to the ground, it turned into stars and scattered." The God of Wealth looked at her and said.

  The deer’s lips and horns were pressed tightly, looking at the clay figurines jumping around him.

  He suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"In the entire Three Realms, the only person who can be transformed into a clay figure is the Creator. Can give the clay figure wisdom and give them life. Do you think this can be done by ordinary people?" The God of Wealth sighed and bent over to grab the clay figure on the ground. Up one.

  The little clay figurine is no longer a clay figurine, but a milk doll with a big palm.

   "You let me go, you let me go, you stinky rascal." The voice was milky and milky, and it looked like a murderous milky claw.

   "This is a person with real life." The God of Fortune said seriously.

  Lulu's heart was not calm, he bent over and grabbed a handful of mud and squeezed it into a clay figure with a nice face.

  "You breathe into it." Lulu put her feet on Lu Huaijiang's lips.

  Lu Huaijiang gave a mouthful, but the clay figure didn't respond.

  The God of Wealth also breathed at the clay figure under her gaze.

  The clay figure still stood quietly in her palm.

  Lulu took a deep breath, breathed blue, and blew lightly.

  The gray clay figure suddenly turned into a lotus-like arm, and a delicate and exquisite little person with a big palm came to life.

   "Let me down, let me down." The little clay man waved his little hand and wanted to jump down, but was afraid of breaking his leg, so he had to hold her fingers tightly.

  This kind of intelligence and spirit is still extremely intelligent.

   "Back when your father fell in love with the demon girl, and the child was still in his womb, the Buddha counted you to be extraordinary in the future. This will give you the only merit left."

   "So, I have been in trouble since I was young?" Lulu whispered.

  The emperor Ziwei has only had a catastrophe when she has been ascended for thousands of years, and she, at a young age, will continue to cross the catastrophe.

   "The first **** said that you have responded to the Buddha's calamity. In fact, this is your calamity."

  "You were born with the power of the creator, Lulu, don't you feel it?" The God of Fortune rubbed her head.

"If you want the wind, there will be wind. If you want rain, it will rain. Although the gods are powerful, they cannot change the seasons or the weather. If they are modified, they will be punished accordingly. But you never Pass, Lulu."

  (End of this chapter)