Kind-hearted little girl, these words appeared in Jia Changsheng's heart.

The god of song is a god who was born relatively late, and judging from the time of birth, it is indeed a god whose mind has not yet fully matured. In addition to that attractive character, he was doted on by the gods, so he retained a girl's innocence.

She was born in the outer heavens, and at the age of eighteen she became a true god in the form of a song. At the same time, it has also inspired countless singers and become a miraculous existence.

And what is her real heel? Jia Changsheng thought of this, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A carefree girl, it's really enviable.

Just when Jia Changsheng was thinking about the mess, the corpse on the ground gradually breathed, and his face began to be rosy.

The faint sound of breathing interrupted Jia Changsheng's thoughts, and with a subconscious wave of his hand, the light flashed and the blood on the ground disappeared.

The man's clothes were neat again.

There was a double image in front of him, and the man opened his eyes with difficulty, he didn't know what had just happened. It's just that my brain is blank and my eyes are full of doubts.

Half an hour later, countless memories emerged from his body, and a frightened look flashed in the man's eyes.

Didn't you die? Didn't you fall off a cliff.

Could it be that this is the legendary underworld after death? Isn't it that the old people in the village often say that there will be a soul messenger after death. But why didn't I see it?

When I thought of those rumors, and when I thought of the tragic fate of not being able to go to the underworld, I subconsciously shuddered in my heart.

Without the protection of the underworld as a geist, they will inevitably be imprisoned by those lichs and made into strange undead creatures. From then on, he lived forever and eternally, and was tormented by them.

"This uncle, I, am I dead?" the man looked at Jia Changsheng who was standing in front of him and asked him.

Seeing the young man's stunned appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Jia Changsheng's mouth: "Dead"

"Ahh What if you meet a lich?"

"But the sun is so warm," the man muttered.

Immediately after that, he was startled, and his eyes showed a look that he didn't dare to be confident: "Sunshine, doesn't sunlight have a huge lethal effect on the soul? Why don't I feel it?"

"Could it be?" the man's heart throbbed.

Feeling the beating of his heart, the man jumped up and smiled heartily: "I still have a heartbeat, I am not dead"

"Uncle, you lied to me," the man said loudly to Jia Changsheng.

The corners of Jia Changsheng's mouth were full of smiles: "Yes, it's not stupid enough to be hopeless."

"I'm the smartest person in the village, how could I be so stupid that I'm hopeless," the man replied subconsciously to Jia Changsheng.

Then the conversation changed: "Was it the uncle who saved me? I can't see how powerful the uncle is."

"Uncle?" Jia Changsheng was stunned, is he so old? .

The man blinked: "You can't call your uncle brother."

"Uncle is uncle," Jia Changsheng said to the man.

Then he replied to the man's question just now, since he was called an uncle, he took out the posture of an elder: "Do you think I look like a person who knows magic and vindictiveness?"

"It's not," the man shook his head quickly.

Jia Changsheng continued to say to the man: "As an ordinary person, seeing you fall from the mountain peak, do you think I have the ability to save you"

"Maybe my uncle has mysterious high-tech in his hands and can save me. For example, unmanned rescue planes and the like," the man said to Jia Changsheng.

As soon as the voice fell, he touched the back of his head in annoyance: "It's not right, Uncle has no space equipment, and there is no place to stack those high-tech items."

"So I didn't save it," Jia Changsheng replied to the man.

The man's eyes were full of suspicion: "But I heard that a demigod-level powerhouse can open up a half-plane to store items."

"Could it be that the uncle is a legendary demigod powerhouse" The man opened his mind and asked Jia Changsheng.

Jia Changsheng shook his head: "The demigod powerhouse has divine power, but I don't"

"It seems that what you said makes sense," the man replied distressedly, "But why did I come back to life?"

Jia Changsheng showed a hint of strangeness: "You actually know that you just died once?"

"W-what? I died once," the man said to Jia Changsheng in shock, looking at a mountain peak in front of him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Falling from such a high place, immortality is a miracle.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly startled, and his heart beat violently again: "It's difficult, is it?"

"You guessed correctly," Jia Changsheng said to the man, showing a more interested gaze.

The man hurriedly exposed his arm, only to see a note mark appear on his arm: "Song, the blessing of the god of song?

"No, I don't know how to sing, why would Your Majesty, as a high god, save me, an irrelevant person," the man asked Jia Changsheng.

Jia Changsheng replied with a smile at the man: "I don't know, the heart of God is as elusive as the clouds in the sky."

"Maybe you did something good and happened to be seen by this god of songs?" Jia Changsheng said to the man.

The man's breathing became rapid, and he subconsciously blurted out, "Could it be her?"

"She?" Jia Changsheng suddenly raised a trace of gossip fire, and felt a little funny in his heart. Obviously using omniscient and omnipotent things to know at a glance, he is still pulling down his face here to inquire.

Well, from now on, I am a mortal, and I am a mortal before I have not crossed over.

The mentality was quickly adjusted, and the perspective of the ancestral god and the concept of dealing with things quietly changed a little. Although the changes were small, they were still clearly captured by Jia Changsheng.

Interesting change, it seems that this decision of their own is the right one.

The man didn't notice the change in Jia Changsheng's mentality, but a shadow appeared in his mind, and then a blush rose on his face: "I, I don't know her name, I just feel that she is so beautiful."

"You don't know her?" Jia Changsheng asked the man as he thought of the wonderful melody.

The man shook his head quickly: "I don't know, I just saw her secretly three times, and it happened after going up the mountain today"

"Simple and kind child" Hearing the man's reply, Jia Changsheng said slowly. Although the influence of hormones cannot be ruled out, his ability to lend a helping hand to a woman who has only met three times secretly is enough to prove the goodness of his heart.

The man lowered his head deeply: "I—I'm actually not as good as my uncle said."

"Really?" Jia Changsheng thought of the story in the song and asked the man.

The man nodded solemnly at Jia Changsheng: "No matter who encounters such a thing, they will lend a hand."

"Have you ever regretted it?" Jia Changsheng asked the man.

The man looked at him suspiciously: "Why regret it?"

"It should be for this matter, let you die once" Jia Changsheng replied to the man.

The man stretched out the note mark on his arm to Jia Changsheng's eyes: "But I'm still alive"

"Maybe it's not just the resurrection, but also the blessing of the god of song, which strengthens the defense against music magic," the man said in a firm tone to Jia Nian.