Volume I The Fall of the Holy City 3 Amazing! An immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world

At this moment, the whole world went crazy, and the beautiful gods fell to the earth.

"Immortals, immortals, look, that's a fairy!"

The Dugu Army was stationed in the Huaihe branch of the Qinling Mountains, on the top of the Black Castle, and the handsome and elegant young man who was like a fairy was imprisoned in a huge crystal cage. On a midsummer night, from a distance, the glow of the crystal cage condensed, as if it were a huge moon. The gods inside the moon quietly emitted an icy glow.

"Little fairy, I have a wish, can you help me fulfill it?" Feitian Bamboo wore a ring lock around his neck and was tied to the outside of the crystal cage like a puppy.

The top of the Black Castle is indeed a good place to hold important criminals, and it can only be reached by a stone road. But there is only one crystal cage, which is extremely exquisite, and now there are immortals imprisoned there, so what should this little thief do? Probably seeing that the little thief has no power to restrain chickens, and looks harmless to humans and animals, he put a lock around his neck and tied a small dog to the outside of the crystal cage.

"Wang!" the little bamboo called out as she looked at the moon-shaped crystal prison. He reverently knelt down before the gods and prayed, "Wang, Lord God, I'm so hungry...... Please give me food!"

On the small table of the big red sour branch in front of the gods, there are extremely luxurious and exquisite "tributes". The March cherries on the jade plate are already red, the yellow sprouts in the mutton fat jade bowl are slowly blooming like lotus flowers, and the small wine jug carved from translucent amber does not know what liquid is contained, wafting a faint orchid fragrance. These rare delicacies are placed in a staggered manner, and the small bamboo has given a very apt name, called "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

Xiao Zhu eagerly looked forward to the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of him, and his saliva flowed out. Presumably, the person who imprisons the immortals must be unspeakably expensive.

"If I don't eat, I'm going to starve. It is said that God has the virtue of a good life, how can you bear to watch me starve to death...... Wang, Wangβ€”" Little Bamboo screamed, and fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

The fairy raised his eyebrows very dissatisfied, and finally took out a handkerchief from his bosom, chose a crystal elbow filled with scallops, and pushed it to the little thief with a handkerchief. A faint floral fragrance like a white orchid overwhelmed the thick smell of flesh and floated from the sleeves of the gods.

"This, this, what is this! Is this really just a pig's trotter?!" the little thief took a bite of the pig's foot, which was soft and waxy, and melted in his mouth. Just one bite, the soul seemed to float up! Bamboo grabbed the pig's trotters and devoured them, swept them away, and finally licked the bones and thanked the gods: "Thank you for the gods' reward." These tributes are really delicious, I have eaten them, and they are not poisonous. ”

"Gurr......" seemed to hear him eat too fragrantly, and the fairy's stomach also screamed.

Bamboo smiled evilly: "It turns out that the fairy's stomach will also be hungry, it seems that the fairy also needs to eat!"

The fairy glanced at him, very unhappy with his unfortunate stomach. He didn't answer, looked at the canna that was blooming bustling next to the crystal cage, raised his hand, plucked a flower, he pinched off the stalk, and took a sip of nectar.

He is a beautiful man from the legend of the phoenix, who grew up in the thousand-year-old sycamore of Jingyun Temple since he was a child. Amazing, cutting-edge, bright, straightforward, elegant, like an immortal, clean and rejects everything.

"I know your name is Kanzuki Shichiro. Shichiro, I have a question. How do you say pork makes this fantastic taste?" the little thief continued to play with the bone, and he was reluctant to lose it, so he gnawed slowly, and it seemed that the night would not be too boring: "If you tell me, I will tell you a message." News from a village girl who raises pigs. ”

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