In the realm of God, there is not much emphasis on first-come, first-come.

It's like being in the same executive level of leadership, whether you're in your thirties or fifties, you're treated the same.

At this time, the age of thirty is very advantageous, because after all, he is a junior, but he has obtained the same political status as the age of fifty.

But if you're strong enough, you can even surpass him. In other words, it will inevitably surpass in the future.

Therefore, when cultivating younger generations, if you don't pay attention to it, you may push the back waves of the Yangtze River to the front waves. Even, the front wave died on the beach.

The farmer and the serpent, what a hard lesson. But most of the front waves, the fear is not that you warm the snake, the snake will bite you in turn. After all, Hou Lang is not really a brute without body temperature, not as cold as a snake.

Rather, you warm the snake, and then the snake grows up, disobedient and returns the skin. You complain to others, and they still think that you are a bully.

Therefore, as long as you step into the god level, no matter what, don't cultivate a very talented disciple.

Or, if you have a different talent, you are selflessly cultivated by a god.

Then, you have to think about what other role you can play besides becoming a god.

For example, a white glove. The thick, cotton yarn kind is used for dirty work on the front, and when you are done, turn the gloves over, wipe the sweat with them, and then nest in a ball to plug the rat holes.

This is a prison painting nestled on the sofa after being possessed by menopause, as if talking to himself and as if he was admonishing a story that he didn't know what to tell in the afterlife.

Qing Soul didn't know why she was talking so badly about a person with different talents who had been selflessly cultivated by God. If that's the case, shouldn't it be a success?

He followed the devil and spent some time under the hands of God. Not to mention anything else, there is still a lot of sweetness. At least while the otaku was pondering how to hide herself, the god of war gave an actionable advice.

Stuff him into the sea of consciousness of the soul of the god of war's daughter, confuse the public, and both of them can be saved.

It's just that he made a military order.

However, the situation was exceptional at that time. The god of war and the otaku were attacked by a group, and it was difficult to protect themselves, so it would be good to think of him. What's more, at that time, he didn't know that the qualifications and self-motivation of the daughter of the god of war would be so low.

If he knew, he might choose to fend for himself rather than stir the troubled waters.

Now that he himself has been dragged into this unrealistic pit, he does not dare to say anything to God except to lament his ill-fated fate.

However, the words of this menopause, which is suspected to be a god's soul, are full of irony against God.

This behavior is not good. It's going to be thunderbolted.

But people may also be gods...... Colleagues talk bad things behind their backs, I guess Ray will pretend not to hear it if he hears it, right?

"Hey, little one, did you hear me all?" Menopause asked.

The green soul rolled her eyes. He wanted to say very strongly: Lao Tzu likes to listen or not!

"Hmm."

The strong desire to survive still forced the upright, brave and dignified elder Tsing Yi to compromise.

menopause

Lying directly on the sofa, pillowing his arms, as if he was reminiscing, his eyes were full of complex and deep emotions.

Even the green soul who had just betrayed his dignity on the side couldn't help but want to ask: What are you unhappy about, say it to make me happy?

Of course he didn't dare ask.

"Hey, you robbed my body, wouldn't it be used to lie here and pretend to be deep?" This sentence suddenly popped out of the mouth of the prison painting.

She was awakened from her memories and sat up at once, covering her mouth in surprise.

"You ......" she carefully spat out a word, then blinked her golden eyes. Did you just use my body to speak? ”

"Fart! This is my body! ”

The same mouth, speaking the words of two people, is like schizophrenia, and like an actor rehearsing a drama, one person plays two roles.

Green Soul: ......

Menopause was not infected by the anger of prison painting, but asked with a look of surprise: "What."

What's going on? I've taken your body, why can you still talk? ”

Thinking of this, she pointed at the green soul and asked, "You, tell me, did you hear that girl speak just now?" Not my hallucinations, right? ”

Qing Soul really wants to say, it's your hallucination, that girl doesn't exist, this is your body. And then it doesn't matter what kind of calculation he made the blood oath, it's okay to draw a god in a prison, it's okay to draw a burp in a prison, he doesn't want to assist this Adou, it's better to be a guy who takes advantage of the weakness and makes himself like a psychopath, shame or not?

But the upright Lord Tsing Yi still nodded: "I heard it." ”

"Huh! Alzheimer's, so forgetful! ”

"Little Nizi, you're amazing! I don't know if I can resist the beating. ”

"You're beating!"

“……”

"As the original owner, the control of this body is beyond my expectations. However, little sister, you should be aware of the difference in strength between the two of us, and take the initiative to let Xian. If you don't go out again, be careful that I detain you in this body and put a seal, and then you won't be able to get out of crying and shouting at your mother! ”

Now the robbers are so sideways? I don't know what this menopause is, anyway, she has a deep obsession with her body. It's like the grave of your ancestors has been dug up, and the corpses in the coffin have been brought out, and they are still dangling in front of you? Can you endure it?

Who hasn't had a temper tantrum yet!

Just while menopause was reminiscing about the past, prison painting had already found a crack in that impregnable barrier. It's like there's a microphone closest to the crack in the window, and along that crack, the prison painter can occasionally control his body and say a sentence or two.

But now that the vigilance of menopause has been strengthened, this crack does not exist, and it is firmly blocked.

How can this regain ground!

I regret that I didn't quietly and secretly pull that crack just now. Maybe the menopause will never be discovered, and I'm still talking about those unreasonable lessons learned.

"Master!" The black horse was originally changed

After a period of depression, it was placed on the carpet next to the sofa. As a spirit animal that drips blood to recognize its master, it can feel the troubles and uneasiness of its master.

But as soon as he stood up, he was pressed back by a look from menopause.

Wu Qi was immediately frightened back.

Master, people really want to help you, but they really can't beat you......

What to do, what to do, what to do......

Prison paintings that have lost their chance to fight back are now like ants on a hot pan. Is this self, taken away?

I rub! What is hidden in this manuscript given by Erlang God?

She remembered the picture of Erlang God, who was so happy to receive the transfer that day, patted his chest and assured.

"Brother-in-law, don't look at my book of exercises, this is a good thing. Although no one has tried it so far, I received it from the personal disciple of the God of War. It's a manuscript that looks a little old and doesn't affect its use. Brother-in-law, you have cultivated hard and advanced, remember to come to me again! ”

God of War's ...... Disciples?

She remembered that this guy had just said when he first came out that she had copied this book by hand.

If that's the case, maybe it's still the apprentice of the god of war daddy I've never met.

Why don't you try?

She remembered that there was an episode in "Wulin Gaiden", where Lu Xiucai relied on her mouth to escape and say that Ji Wuming was dead. Now she doesn't ask for death, as long as she's willing to leave her body. Master-apprentice relationship, it should be no problem, right?

"God of War ......" lost the prison painting of body sovereignty in dialogue with the soul and menopause.

"Huh?!" Menopause's brow furrowed. "What did you say?"

"God of War!"

Menopause now not only frowns, but even the body sits up straight.

Look, when you hear your master's name, you're scared, right? Are you sitting down?

"What do you mention him for?"

"You made me cry dad and call mom."

Prison painting can not see menopause at this time

Complexion. But she could feel menopause standing up from the couch.

"The God of War is your father?"

"Uh-huh."

I was proudly painting in prison, and I finally found a sense of "my dad is", and suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was cold.

However, this is her sea of knowledge!

Knowing the sea, how can it be cold?

"Hehe......" Qing Soul was shocked to find that the menopause suddenly fell silent for a short period of time, and then stood up with an unpredictable expression, and in the end, he actually lowered his head and stared, revealing a ghost-like smile.

Sister, you are a god! Don't make it as good as a ghost?

The menopause that didn't hear the voice of the green soul intensified, and kept letting out an oozing ghost laugh.

"It's really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. Actually let me, meet the descendants of the god of war! Hee-hee-hee, giggle, hahaha! In the end, menopause actually looked up to the sky and laughed, so crazy that he was almost able to laugh at the rivers and lakes with a pot of old wine.

You have to ask how you feel at this time,

Prison painting may feel that if there are 10,000 sentences of "I'll go" in my heart, I won't have time to speak, and I will burp

Fart.

She's really cold right now. This menopause is probably preparing to freeze herself to death with her own knowledge. She even hallucinated as if she was in the middle of a snowy mountain, wearing only a thin skirt.

She had never felt cold since she had awakened from the power of the earth immortals. Because of the cold, it is her normal body temperature. And she herself brings her own air conditioning, so she can maintain a normal body temperature wherever she goes.

But now this environment really gives her a real "cold".

It comes from the coldness in the bones.

"It's so cold!" The prison painting sighed at his hands.

It was actually hot.

This illusion is real peat real.

What's going on?

"Hey, what do you mean?" The prison painting shouted at the sky. The sentence "Isn't the God of War your master?" She didn't shout. She knew that all this was a fantasy created by menopause, and the original intention of creating such an illusion was definitely not to let her stay where she was cool.

Perhaps, it was to make her freeze to death.

Thinking of this, prison painting suddenly regretted a little. I knew that I would test it first and then talk about my relationship with the god of war. This menopause is so unpleasant, the ghost knows if the god of war father made her kneel on the snow and ate snowflakes to abuse her in a different way.

"Since you are his daughter, then there is no loss!" The sound of menopause was heard in the sky. Probably because of the emotional burst, there was some broken sound, but the prison painting was still barely audible.

This is for revenge!

I knew that your master and apprentice were in love, but I didn't expect the love to be so deep!

(End of chapter)