Walking out of the hall of the last elder, the song set off with the poor strange beasts, gluttony, gluttony, and chaos, and rushed to the land of the bones, the mountain of despair.

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The junction of the twilight and the soul slope.

A fleur-de-lis plant sprouts from tiny seeds, sprouts and grows.

From an inch high, he stretched his flower stems against the rising sun, and soon grew to a foot high.

Stretch again, grow again...... One zhang high, two zhang high...... Dozens of feet high......

Until, between heaven and earth. The slender stems split the sky in half, while the huge petals obscure the entire twilight, soul-leading sky.

"You're here?" the iris headed towards the Poor Beast, the Gluttony, the Hanji, and the Chaos, four.

The poor strange beasts, gluttonous beasts, gluttonous animals, and chaotic flesh are huge, comparable to the size of iris flowers.

Fly above the fliris petals.

Gluttony opened his mouth first: "Mo is snowing." ”

"Presumptuous! You are just the protectors of the demon gods, and you should call me a god in terms of seniority. Mo Shang Drifting Snow shook the petals of the iris he had imagined, and at the junction of the twilight and the soul slope, for a moment, the wind was fierce.

The poor strange beast gave Gluttony, Hanqi, and Chaos a look, and a few bowed: "God is well!"

The wind stopped suddenly, and the purple fleur-de-lis petals bloomed with purple rays: "That's right." She paused, "If the four of you completely ignore the etiquette today, I will believe that the fragments of the demon god's divine consciousness have been wiped out!"

"I'm here today to ask God about this. "Poor beast respectfully.

The snow on Mo made a human form and sat on the ground.

The four poor beasts also took on human form, kneeling aside.

"Since a few of you can find me, it's for fate, and I'm not good at it, I know what you want to ask. Come on, let's play a game. Mo Shangxue took out a pair of dice, "Guess the size, guess right, I'll answer." ”

Gluttony: "If you guess wrong?"

Mo Shang Xue stared: "Guess wrong, you will have to make irises here for thousands of years, show flower branches, bloom in the wind, and let me watch and play." ”

"You!" Han Qi was angry in his heart, but he couldn't attack.

Mo Shangxue smiled: "I, how can I, if I don't want to, please go back!"

The snow drifted on Mo and wanted to get up.

"God, it's me who waits, anxious, offended. "The poor beast gave up.

Legend has it that Mo Shang Piaoxue has a strange temperament, and at this time, he saw that Mo Shang's face was not good, so he came to solve it, so he had to rely on it.

Poor Strange Beast: "God, why do you have to gamble so that you can tell the answer, can't you change to another one?" ”

"I love to bet!"

"Seeing that the gods are as beautiful as blue flowers, how can you be addicted to gambling?"

"If one day, you fall in love with someone, you will become what that person likes, what that person likes, you like, what that person hates, you hate, this world, love, will make people become what they are. Mo Shangxue swayed the dice cup, "Love will make people become, and they don't even know themselves." Mo Shang Drifting Snow Dice Cup smashed on the ground, "Do you bet big or small?"

The poor strange beasts, gluttony, gluttony, and chaos were all silenced, and the rumors of the divine realm seemed to be true.

Mo on the snow, the god Ge Wenwan, one day in the Shelter Wing Yan An continent wandering, save a human gambler, this gambler is a widower, his deceased wife, is for the love of his life, wife loves iris, love money, and this widower is extremely poor, was an honest farmer, after marrying this wife, the original farm in the field was all changed to iris, this move did not get the wife's joy, but more like the widower is poor, forced the widower to embark on the gambler's way, gambling to lose the field, lose the house, and finally even the beloved wife also lost in, the beloved wife was humiliated and committed suicide. The widower has nothing, borrows money to continue gambling, and indulges all day long. Mo Shang Piaoxue saved himself from this gambler, because of his infatuation, he fell in love with the gambler, the gambler did not refuse, and Mo Shang Piaoxue was happy but did not marry him. One day, after the gambler got drunk, he regarded Mo Shang Piaoxue as his beloved wife, and poured out his heartfelt feelings.

"Do you bet big or small?"

The poor beast said frankly: "The love that you can't get is not love." I, bet, big. ”

After Mo Shangxue opened the dice, his eyes were lonely, and he was silent for a long time, and then he said: "The person you see is the reincarnation of the divine consciousness fragment of the demon god. But, she won't admit it. ”

"Why?"

"The demon god is born rebellious, she only recognizes what she recognizes, and does not recognize what she doesn't recognize. ”

Chaos: "The gods said this, which means that they didn't say it!"

"Oh, didn't I say it? Then I didn't say it!" After finishing speaking, Mo Shang Drifting Snow dispersed on its own for half of his life. In an instant, at the junction of Pujia Twilight and Soul Slope, there was a blur of light, illuminating the creatures of Pujia Twilight, the lonely souls of Soul Slope, and those barren faces were even more confused and confused.

It turned out that she was on top of the stakes and pressed even bigger.

Poor Strange Beasts, Gluttony, Han Zhu, and Chaos were frightened, and they were simply right, and the poor strange beasts bet right.

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At this moment, the poor strange beasts, gluttony, Hanqi, and chaos carried the song, and the crystal coffin of the mother-in-law had traveled most of the way.

On the road, although it is in a hurry, the poor strange beasts, gluttony, gluttony, and chaos are constantly singing with them.

"What do you mean by saying that you only recognize what you recognize, and don't recognize what you don't recognize?"

"I'm not a demon god, how do I understand. Mo Shangxue's words alone, you just have to listen to it. Don't gamble with her in the future, how terrible, if you lose, you wait to see me again, but there are only four irises in front of me. "What a song.

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