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Chapter 78

Zhuo Wu had never been so embarrassed.

His supernatural power, which was so strong that it was almost omnipotent, had no effect on this evil thing.Even, as long as he uses his divine power, he will be swallowed up by evil things.

Of course, he couldn't do the act of undressing in front of the hall and getting the evil thing out of the clothes.

"Back off." Zhuowu squeezed two words out of his throat.

Countless immortals looked up at him hastily and blankly: "Why the immortal?"

At this time, Jing Jiujiu was already dawdling, following his inner garment, and continued to climb up with difficulty, halfway up a couple of jios, he didn't know where he was going anyway, he was going to climb up to Zhuo Wu's collar go there.

Behind the clouds and mists surrounded by immortal energy, Zhuo Wu's expression almost cracked.

If it was Jing Jiujiu who became a paper figurine for the first time, he might not be so proficient yet.

But he has already been on Bai Yuhuai's body, and he has stepped on it countless times. Naturally, practice makes perfect... Isn't this the way to climb?

Jing Jiujiu grabbed Zhuo Wu's collar and stuck himself at his Adam's apple, so that he wouldn't fall off or turn out from the collar.

The blue veins on the back of Zhuo Wu's hands protruded even more, he didn't say any more, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Several god attendants followed immediately, leaving only the rest of the immortals standing still in a daze.

"Just now, Xianjun seems to have taken something from the head of Reverend Tingshan?"

The Immortal Tingshan, that is, the immortal who was so frightened that he knocked the jade crown to pieces, said in a low voice: "Could it be that my attire today hinders the eyes of the immortal? I look at the appearance of the immortal just now, and he seems to be extremely angry." .”

"No..." Others shook their heads, but couldn't tell why.

He just felt that Xianjun seemed to be holding onto something.

Zhuo Wu took Jing Jiujiu into another side hall, and entering this hall was a secret.

It turned out to be a completely different small world inside.

There are mountains, water, flowers and fruits.

Jing Jiujiu couldn't help sighing, it's no wonder those people want to be gods so much, probably because they want to be gods, and they can have such a residence with a wave of their hands.

Don't know if money can do it?

Jing Jiujiu was confused for a moment.

"Come out." Zhuo Wu's voice sounded.

Jing Jiujiu sat there quietly, without any awareness.

On the contrary, several god servants knelt down in fright.

"Go down." Zhuo Wu glanced at them and said coldly.

When only Zhuowu was left in this small world, he picked up Jingjiu.

"What the hell are you? How dare you appear here?"

Jing Jiujiu: "Do you speak Mandarin?"

Zhuo Wu: "Sure enough, you can speak... Your facial features are drawn with mirage blood? Apart from the mountain behind me, where else are there mirages?"

Jing Jiujiu bit his finger again, a little angry: "I don't understand!"

Zhuowu also seemed to be aware of it: "Don't you understand?"

Zhuo Wu: "Are you from the Netherworld?" With a kind of superior indifference, he said without haste: "It's no wonder that lowly evil creatures in the Netherworld can't understand me."

Jingjiu:?

He still couldn't understand, but he always felt that Zhuowu didn't say anything good.

Jing Jiujiu bit his finger even harder.

Zhuo Wu frowned, slightly loosened his fingers.

Jing Jiujiu struggled to draw a word in his palm: I.

Yes.

liqueur.

Zhuowu's palms were itching terribly, he curled his fingers unconsciously: "Are you writing? What are you writing?"

Jing Jiujiu knew that he didn't understand as soon as he heard it.

There is no illiteracy.

Jing Jiujiu whispered in his heart without any guilt.

Zhuo Wuxin knew that this "evil thing" wanted to explain his origin, so he closed his palms together, and walked into another building with Jingjiu in his hand.

He prepared pen and ink for Jingjiu and threw him on the table.

Jing Jiujiu tried to carry the brush.

"Snapped"

The brush crushed him.

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

Zhuowu: "..."

Zhuo Wu quietly clenched his fingers.

It's obviously an evil thing, but it doesn't look like an evil thing in its actions.

Zhuo Wu quietly stretched out his hand and picked up the brush.

Jing Jiujiu sighed.

So, it's better to be human.

He stretched out his jio to dip some ink, and then scratched again on the paper.

Zhuo Wu recognized the words.

At this time, Jing Jiujiu jumped off the table and ran all the way to a big vat.Of course, that was just a big tank for him.Jing Jiujiu kicked the vat with his foot, then pointed at himself.

At this time, Zhuowu already knew what was written on it.

There are many things in this world, he can learn them just by taking a look at them, and even see its past life and future.This is the unique ability that Zhuo Wu is born with.

It says:

I am wine.

After that, I added two more words, yours.

That was added after Jing Jiujiu's thought and thought, what if this Zhuo Wu doesn't like him?Who knows what Bai Yuhuai thought thousands of years ago?It's not good if one's own family hits one's own family.

"I am your wine"

Zhuo Wu was stunned for a moment, and the crooked characters drawn by a few small paper figurines were firmly imprinted in his consciousness.

He instinctively turned his head to see what the little evil thing was doing, but he didn't see Jing Jiujiu's movements, but he saw ink dots one after another on the jade-paved ground first.

Those are all the footprints left by the little paper man.

Zhuowu: "..."

Nothing has ever dared to be so presumptuous in his cave!

Jing Jiujiu waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for Zhuowu's reaction.

Could it be that your eyesight is not very good?

Jing Jiujiu thumped the "tank" unhappily, and then walked back slowly.It's hard for him to run to the side of the big wine jar, trying to give him a hint.After running such a long distance, the paper figurine is exhausted!The legs are about to split!

Zhuo Wu watched as the little paper figurine stepped on another line of ink dots for him.

Not only that.

The little paper figurine swaggered to the side of the bamboo couch and began to climb up.

Zhuo Wu had just cast a spell in the back to make the ground clean, and when he turned his head, he saw that the little paper figurine had also trampled the bed black.

Zhuo Wu's blue veins on his forehead twitched.

He walked slowly to the side of the bed, leaned over and was about to pick up the little paper figurine again, but the little paper figurine raised its feet: "Look."

Jing Jiujiu's feet limply folded down.

Obviously, this phenomenon occurs because it is wet and soaked with ink.

Zhuowu: "..."

Jing Jiujiu: "What should I do?"

Jing Jiujiu: "Can you blow me dry?"

Jing Jiujiu: "Oh."

He sighed softly, then lifted his foot vigorously, and rubbed it against the muddy clothes.

Zhuowu: "..."

When the god attendant carefully opened the door and entered the building, Zhuo Wu cast a spell, set up a bonfire, and started roasting with Jingjiu.

The god attendant stammered for a while: "Xian, Xianjun, this thing... This thing is very evil! You dare to enter the cave of the Xianjun, why bother Xianjun to set up a unicorn fire,...I just..."

Zhuo Wu: "Don't move."

God attendant: "Xianjun, I will press this thing at the bottom of the pot to make flower fertilizer..."

Zhuo Wu: "...I raised this thing."

The god attendant shut his mouth in shock, and hurriedly knelt down, his mind was roaring, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, as if Gong Gong had just hit Bu Zhoushan in his mind.

Zhuo Wu took the Jingjiu and shook it twice, put it in his palm, and squeezed his feet.

done.

When he put away his fingers, the little paper figurine's feet also fell off.

Jingjiujiu people are all stupid.

Oh, yes, the wet paper will become extra crispy after being baked.

What if I lost my feet?

How to do!

Zhuo Wu picked up the small piece of paper, without any emotional change on his face.He put the small piece of paper on the table, and put Jingjiu wine on it.

"Go to the back mountain." He said.

The shivering god servant slowly raised his head: "Xianjun?"

"Kill mirages and take blood."

The god servant got up in a daze, and went to the back mountain as promised.

Not long after, the god attendant came back with a laurel branch and mirage blood.

At this time, Zhuo Wu was cutting paper, bit by bit, into human shapes, which were still only the size of a palm.

Jing Jiujiu was very dissatisfied, so why can't he make one as big as the paper figurine he ordered before?

Jing Jiujiu circled Zhuo Wu's hand and began to point.

The two talked for a long time, but Zhuo Wu seemed to be able to understand only part of it. Of course, he might be pretending.Anyway, in the end the paper figurine was cut out, and it was no different from the current one.

On the contrary, when the god servant saw the paper in Zhuo Wu's hand, he couldn't help being shocked.

Zhuo Wu knows how to paint, and his skills are quite solid.

After the paper figurine was cut, he dipped a pen in mirage blood, and slowly touched the facial features.

Jing Jiujiu immediately opened his mouth: "You are so stupid, can't you make me bigger?"

The god attendant didn't understand what the "evil thing" said, but just listening to it, he always felt like he was scolding the fairy.The god attendant was dumbfounded.

Zhuo Wu's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to pick up Jingjiu.

Jing Jiujiu was small and had slippery feet, even because he changed his body to run faster, he slid down on him and stomped his feet before slipping along the hem of his clothes again.

Zhuowu: "..."

After the cloud and mist, the roots of his ears were slowly turning red.

Seeing this scene, the servant was dumbfounded.

From this day on.

On Gushe Mountain, apart from the lofty immortals, there is another thing that should not be offended.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next month.

The immortals once again boarded Gushe Mountain and bowed down in front of Zhuo Wu.

Zhuo Wu was still sitting on the high seat, but there was an extra paper figure on top of his head. He stood for a while, and when he got tired of standing, he sat down again.

"..." He almost thought that this thing was going to turn into a bird and lay eggs on his head.

"I implore Xianjun to allow me to stay here."

"Most of the underworld has collapsed, many fairylands have also broken their restrictions, spiritual energy has leaked out, and two stars have fallen, except for Qishan, Kunlun and Gushe..."

"There's nowhere left to go."

By this time, Jing Jiujiu could already understand most of the words.

From their words, he gradually pieced together something——

The reason why they go to Gushe Mountain to worship every month is to beg Zhuo Wu to bless them, and the second is to recover some divine power and absorb enough spiritual energy in Gushe Mountain, so that after leaving, they can spend more time outside. Hold on for a while.

Zhuowu never responded.

He just quietly raised his hand in a place where the people below couldn't see, and helped the little paper man who was about to fall from the top of his head.

"Nowadays there are many rumors that the divine court is about to collapse, and the gods, big and small, are all in a panic. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Please Xianjun show me."

They continued to beg.

Last time I smashed the crown, this time I didn't dare to wear it again, I just bent down and kowtowed.

"Everything has a beginning and an end. Ordinary people think that becoming immortal can lead to eternal life, and you also think so?" Zhuo Wu said indifferently.

Jing Jiujiu tugged at Zhuowu's ear.

So Zhuo Wu is not afraid of death?

Zhuo Wu raised his hand again, holding Jingjiu in his palm.

An immortal over there boldly raised his head.

Uh.

Why did Xianjun pull his ears?