Chapter Twenty-Six: It's a little awkward
β¦ Looks like I'm seriously behind in the news. When I saw the name, I didn't have any memory of him.
He continued: "I think back then, this Bai Ze Divine Monarch was also a generation of masters of the peerless generation. It's a pity... There's something going on with the crotch...", he sold it.
"What's the matter?" My curiosity was immediately piqued.
He shook his head: "Confucius said that the right and wrong of the people behind the scenes is a great disrespect to others. Unspeakable, unspeakable. β
So what do you mean... Can you only understand......
I continued to rummage through the pile of ruins, thinking that this little brother must have a bright future in the future, and his words just now, which could be described as word-for-word, perfectly avoided my question. But since he didn't say it, it was probably something private. What I asked was a bit abrupt.
My brain twitched, and I suddenly came up with a possibility, remembering what Master Yu said before: "This year is different." Now the soldiers are divided into roads, and people are everywhere. And if there is no morale, it is simply a plate of loose sand, and it is easy to be taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao, which is very much necessary for a conference to boost morale, reallocate the number of people, and verify the body. β
Enter... My God... Why do I look at this little brother next to me more than a serious person?
I think that little brother is logical, and every word is reasonable. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person. And Heavenly Court, I have generally seen immortals with some ability, and most of my impressions are not inferior to Yue Lao...
In the whole Tianjing, it is estimated that there are many sons, and all of them have the ability. It's a shame that I can be a great immortal.
Ahem, ahem, it's far away.
In short, the more I look at this little brother, the more this little brother looks like a dark stake.
I'd like to have more than less.
Helpless, we are people with a sense of collective honor.
Hehe, a ghost with a sense of honor. I just don't want to be scolded
Anyway, I decided to let it go.
In the words of the rain master, dying for the interests of the people is heavier than Mount Tai.
But I obviously think that he said this like some kind of gas excrement.
Ahem.
The book returns to the main text.
I hesitated, but still asked, "I think little brother, you are talented and intelligent, and you are really a genius." I don't know which master can teach such a talent as the little brother? "I decided to start with a clichΓ©.
He still smiled without leaking: "I really don't dare to be a talent, and I will just be a grass farmer who does nothing in the next term." β
β¦β¦β¦ How do I think that this conversation between us is especially like the court in the mortal world, where a bunch of traitors are fighting each other, fighting openly and secretly.
I decided to bite the bullet and say, "Then this little brother, why is there no one under this pile of ruins?" I changed my routine again and asked in a big circle.
"Isn't it normal that there is no one under the ruins?" He's the standard smiling face again. ββ
β¦β¦ Don't say it's true, it's really normal that there is no one under the ruins.
But that's not what I meant
I'm a little crazy.
Come to think of it, I'm really brain-dead.
If you can't talk to anyone, you have to talk to this little brother. This little brother's mind is so careful that he can see through the twists and turns in my heart in a second.
But...
It is impossible to tear the face dripping.
It is impossible to drop in this life.
Just mess with the collective sense of honor, after all, we are not Long Aotian, we don't need to save the world, right?
It's not like every dragon is saving the world.
Cough cough again.
In short, I have to think about my life and safety, and let the interests of the group go aside.
I laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha You're funny, little brother. β
He also habitually smiled: "Hahaha Hahaha No no. β