Lu Jian looked at the bell in front of him and had been holding his breath for a while.

Today is March 19th. Every year on March 19, it is the birthday of his second senior brother, Patriarch Mingkun.

Originally, he didn't live too long, but today is the birthday of the whole long live, he somehow whim, and he was full of interest to make the whole table of the birthday banquet, except for the elusive senior brother Hongjun Lao Zu did not invite, and then invited the third senior sister Nuwa Niangniang and he, the fourth junior brother who did not have a sense of zài.

Then, unfortunately, while eating tea, he accidentally cracked one of his bells.

Originally, he didn't think it was a big deal. It's just a bell, he is the highest god in heaven and earth, and he has made many magic weapons that the gods of the fairy world dream of, and he won't be able to repair it, right?

But things clearly weren't what he thought.

"It's a mixed ingot." Nuwa sighed and said, "It's a promotion gift from Master to the second senior brother in the early years. ”

"So what?" Lu Pressure shrugged.

Their master was the Creation Spirit of Heaven and Earth, and he had been incarnated as a Heavenly Dao for hundreds of thousands of years. The promotion ceremony is generally not a particularly powerful treasure, even if he breaks it, the master loves him so much that he is an old apprentice, and he will not blame him.

"This bell is made by the master, and it is naturally blessed by the master's Taoism, and it has a very heavy sense of hatred, so it is especially faceless to take revenge on people." Chao Kun looked at the little junior brother in front of him who had not suffered any grievances gently, it was really hard to imagine that he would have an unlucky day when he often rolled around in front of the master and begged for comfort.

"Not only is there a grudge, but to be exact, whoever provokes it is unlucky."

Nuwa has always been compassionate and compassionate, although she was not less "persecuted" by Lu Jian in her early years, she is still very worried about how this cautious and bad-tempered little junior brother, who is never good at whispering good things, can deal with Baoling's anger.

"That's it," said the Mixed Kun eyebrows, "I remember that thirty thousand years ago I just said that it didn't look good, and as a result, I went out in a row and fell ninety-nine or eighty-one times to gnaw on mud." I just don't know what will happen if you break him this time? ”

Before Lu Jian was shocked, Nuwa continued to speak.

"That's right. If anyone provokes it, it will inevitably make this person fall nine hundred and eighty-one times. Because he has the divine consciousness left by the master, it is equivalent to having the Heavenly Dao as a shield, and you and I can't resolve it. And you made it so angry this time, I guess it won't be as simple as just stumbling. ”

The hair on the back of Lu Press's neck trembled.