"Don't be so easily discouraged." Nangong Ping still said calmly, and incidentally, he inhaled his pair of delicate and beautiful noses: "Well, Yu'er, do you feel that the air inside this stone door seems to be slightly fresher than outside the door?" ”

"Is this," Xiao Yu's spirit finally perked up a little: "Is there such a thing, Lord Wang." You mean that there is a high probability that there are vents in this room? It's just that Yu'er still can't see what's different here. ”

"Well, it's always a good look." Nangong Ping frowned, and said slowly: "Well, Yu'er seems to have said just now, there is an altar and a worship mat here?" Anyway, and the king of Fumoto went over and bowed down. ”

What the? A person as unrestrained as him would actually take the initiative to go over and worship a nameless sarcophagus?!

Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Well, if the gentle and gentle Prince Chi said it in a normal state, Xiao Yu would still have some faith.

However, this prince Ping, who has always been uninhibited and indulgent, would sincerely want to bow down to an anonymous person? It's a little weird.

Could it be that his old man's eyes suddenly became bad, so he changed his temper all of a sudden?

Do you know how to fear ghosts and gods from now on?

However, looking at his attitude of carelessly taking people's lives yesterday, he doesn't look like a person who put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha and turned into a person.

Alas, don't complain that this girl doesn't understand, this world is changing really fast.

After slandering over there for a long time, Xiao Yu still bowed his head in resignation, helped the prince of Nangong who was changing so fast, and walked to the side of the straw mat.

"No, my lord, this is the altar, and what you are facing now is the nameless sarcophagus. Also, in front of your right foot, there is a straw mat. Even though there was a lot of confusion in his heart, Xiao Yu was still patient and explained in detail.

Pursing his lips, Nangong Ping's face lost his playful expression for the first time.

With a pair of dark and beautiful eyes wide open, Nangong Ping stood there and pondered for a moment, and made a move that surprised Xiao Yu:

Facing the small worship mat at his feet, Nangong Ping "poofed" and knelt down.

Then, in the flying grass and flying debris, the prince of the beautiful woman with a feminine personality actually kowtowed happily over there.

In the dust and smoke, Xiao Yu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

In the sound of vigorous kowtow, Xiao Yu repeatedly plucked his ears in confusion.

……

This doesn't take that, right?

Such a masochistic pious and strange worship behavior, is actually the first male god on the five-color continent, who is doing it?

Worship is worship, but what is the purpose of such a foolish man moving mountains endlessly?

It seems that the etiquette and behavior of this ancient continent are indeed a little different from the various ways of embodying respect in modern times, right?!

However, there is no need for such repeated mechanical knocks, right?

Will it be unbearable?

Staring at a pair of eyes, Xiao Yu was silent, and sighed in horror on one side.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu found that the surrounding environment, in the continuous sound of "all passing", was actually silent, and there were some small changes.

First of all, the straw mat, which was made of a kind of dead grass whose name was unrecognizable, gradually changed its appearance in the flying of grass clippings, and seemed to become a net-like gauze cover, and under the gauze cover, there seemed to be something faintly buckled.