In the middle of February, the climate of the Black Carpet City was very pleasant, neither cold nor hot, and the black moss on the ground began to grow wildly again, and all the ground with soil was covered with a layer of black carpet that was very comfortable to step on, and the walls of many buildings were also covered with this black plant.

Early in the morning of this day, Mr. Dogfish, the super-long-lived partridge who had been a sub-god for twenty years, left his mansion as usual. After locking the door, he took out the 'luxury magic guide gold-plated scooter' that he had ordered from the garage, stepped on one foot, and then propped up a pair of wings, clenched the front of the car, and slowly slid towards the company.

Before it can officially go to work, it also needs to buy a breakfast from a street vending machine to get rid of its rumbling belly. Although he is already a sub-god, and his family is rich, he is the owner of a medicine garden, and he has hundreds of employees under him, but Mr. Dogfish is still timid and cautious, and at the same time, he is not used to being watched by a group of humans with curious eyes in a restaurant, so his breakfast every day is solved on the street.

Unlike those vulgar gods who become sub-gods, gain a long life and great power, and begin to spend their days drinking to occupy the mountains as kings, Mr. Dogfish never thinks of himself as superior, he has always regarded himself as an ordinary creature, and strives to integrate himself into the lives of ordinary people: queuing up to cross the road, paying money at the public toilet, helping the grandmother cross the road, regularly participating in community volunteer activities, and actively participating in various fishing activities.

These decades of ordinary life have made it feel very good, as if it has been baptized and its soul has been sublimated, and it has gradually gotten rid of the psychological shadow left by its childhood on the farm.

Twenty years have suddenly been like a dream, and he is no longer a weak, intellectual, and ignorant meat and poultry that can be slaughtered, but a sub-god with legal residency, certified by the church, and protected by the association, and a god whose status is several grades higher than that of the commoners!

A cool breeze blows in your face. Mr. Dogfish sighed in his heart while enjoying the beautiful scenery of late winter and early spring. It's another beautiful day, he's lived in Black Carpet City for twenty years, and he never gets tired of looking at the beauty of all things reviving and full of life, and I really hope that this kind of day can go on forever.

While sighing. A pair of men who were exercising in the morning ran past it, one of them was more than two meters tall, and his head was tattooed with an evil tattoo, looking fierce and domineering. The other was much more ordinary, looking like an ordinary businessman. That bald head, maybe it's a middle-aged man's hired bodyguard, right? I haven't seen them before, I should have just moved to the new district, Dogfish guessed in his heart.

Then, the vending machine that it often buys breakfast appears in the distance. Mr. Dogfish turned the grip, and the scooter suddenly accelerated, overtaking the pair of men who were exercising in the morning, and rushed straight to the after-sales machine.

At this time, in front of the vending machine, there was a short queue, an office worker was buying drinks, and there were two Loli queues up behind him. Mr. Dogfish parked his scooter on the side of the road and naturally sat at the end of the line. This moment. The self-cultivation of a high-quality partridge is vividly embodied, which makes Camilla, who is standing in front of the dogfish, crazy and slanderous: when the scum of Cesar is in the hot island. Cutting in line every day to squeeze the bus, run the red light, smash the glass, spit indiscriminately, the su zhì is simply boundless, not even a bird!

After the office worker bought his things and left, Byron and Rousseau also came over and surrounded Mr. Dogfish on the left and right. Feeling Byron's malicious aggressive gaze, the feathers on the partridge's back stood on end. I couldn't help but shudder. At this time, the 'General', who was in first place, bought a lollipop, but did not leave, but tore the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth, and then turned around and stared at the partridge with interest.

Then. Camilla, the General, Byron and Rousseau have surrounded Mr. Dogfish from four directions, and even the partridge is an idiot, and he has reacted. I didn't expect this group of people to be so bold that they dared to mess around in the new district, which nominally belonged to the Central Underworld! Aren't they afraid of death?

"What do you want to do? Help!" the partridge cried out in fear.

The root of this advanced life of the sub-god is the vein of the world. Regardless of their rank, as long as they are connected to their own world veins, they do not represent individual beings, but the planet. The strength of the gods is equivalent to the size of the divine veins, and the highest level of true gods, living in the veins of the world, can affect a country or even a domain, and give him enough time to prepare, he can set off a natural disaster on the mainland, which is the origin of the god of calamity. But when he leaves his divine vein, his strength will plummet and fall to the level of calamity, so whether it is a true god or a secondary god, he usually will not leave his lair.

As for the partridge sub-god, Mr. Dogfish, its body is just an ordinary meat bird, and after twenty years of cultivation in the veins of the world, it has grown to the size of a human child. As for the strength, it is ordinary, one or two adult strong men at the top, but in front of a villain like Byron, he is delicate and has no power to fight back.

Mr. Dogfish lived on the black carpet for twenty years, and at first he was very timid, hiding in the veins of the world and refusing to come out. Since switching to business ten years ago, it has admired human civilization, left the pulse of the world, moved into a new area, and lived a luxurious life. In addition, the security of the new area is very good, its World Vein level is too low, and no one can look at it, so it slowly relaxes and carelessly.

Who knew that ten years later, someone would actually hit it on the head?

Hearing the dogfish's call for help, several people who were exercising in the morning on the nearby lawn looked over here and planned to come over to help. Then, a few dragon chirps were heard in the sky, and a group of flying dragons swooped down with huge dragon wings, sealing the road where the vending machine was located. Several black knights, under Tolkien's command, stopped the crowd watching the excitement, showed forged documents, and drove the do-gooders away.

Here, the general has summoned the 'Spinning Wheel General', and it is easy to wrap it into a rice dumpling through the partridge gods. Then he was carried by Byron on his shoulders.

"It's so boring! I thought I could watch an action scene, but I didn't expect to kneel so simply. Is this a sub-god?, he only protests with his mouth, I've never seen such a cowardly god!" Camilla poked the partridge's head with her hand, disdainfully.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? Let me go! I warn you, I'm on file with the church! I have a legal god to prove that I am under the protection of the church, and you can't ......" the pike yelled nervously.

"Shut it up!" said Cesar, rising from the bench on the side of the road, to the general, and beckoned Tolkien to send two wyverns. "The load of this thing is limited, Camilla and I will go home on a dragon, Byron, you are too heavy, just keep running back. ”

"Waste! It's so big that I can't even carry it. Byron looked at Cesar and the general, who had already ridden the flying dragon, with a resentful expression, and scolded the mighty and majestic flying dragon......

"See you later!"

After saying goodbye. Cesar rode the dragon for nine days, and then with a flap of his wings in the air, he fell headlong and swooped down in the garden of his villa. His house was only three blocks away from the kidnapping site. Everyone lives in a rich area, so it's not too convenient to tie up a frame!

"Woo woo woo, woo woo woo ......" the partridge, whose mouth was entangled in spinning, writhed its body in a desperate manner. He wanted to break free, but he was thrown to the ground by Cesar, and said viciously: "Mr. Partridge, don't struggle! I ask you for help today, and if you cooperate, I will consider giving you a sum of money to make you rich and noble for the rest of your life." If you annoy me, you'll stew you and drink it! That's a super supplement!"

Hearing Cesar's intimidation, the pike shuddered. Not daring to move, but still whimpering anxiously, as if to say something, Rita, who came out of the room, reached out and tore the spinning silk from its mouth.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I'm a death attribute! The veins of my world are death attribute, my flesh can't be eaten, it will poison people!" Mr. Dogfish said in horror. Due to the reason of being too nervous, the standard lingua franca is interspersed with a few unintelligible bird calls from time to time, revealing the essence of its meat and fowl.

If it is a capable secondary god, even if it leaves the vein of the world. also has the power of a fight, and it will not be so unbearable after being kidnapped. This kind of harmless and good citizen is really too suitable for being oppressed and exploited! One can't help but think of the industrious people of the Celestial Empire, and the goblin-like hard-working and hard-working people who are obedient to it.

Hearing the words of the partridge god, he ran to the backyard to see the lively milk, Hugo and others, and they all showed evil smiles. Including Camilla, all the mummies released the breath of death in their bodies at the same time, and at this moment, the dogfish felt that he had come to the underworld, surrounded by intelligent high-level undead. A sub-god of his own death attribute fell into their hands, this is a sheep into the mouth of a tiger!

"Death attributes are not an issue. Rita shook her head, took out half of a book written in ancient Chinese from the bottom of her skirt, opened it, put it in front of Dogfish, and introduced, "This is a dark cooking recipe, and this one you see is an introduction to how to take the sub-gods of different attributes as ingredients, and process them into delicious dishes through the corresponding process of guò." Compared to the myriad of strange gods, the partridge sub-god is undoubtedly the top type. ”

Before Rita finished intimidating, the dogfish was already trembling with fright, and then Camilla kicked and said viciously: "Cooperate with us and give you a way to live." In another month, our whole family is going to the Dark Food Festival, believe it or not, take you as raw materials and participate in the amateur competition?!"

"Don't dare! The villain doesn't dare!No, the little partridge doesn't dare!" the pike cooperated and lay on the ground, buried his head in the black moss, and bowed his head in submission.

"It's so unfulfilling!" Camilla said with one foot on the partridge's back, her face full of loneliness and sadness.

"It's just a lucky fowl, and partridges aren't some kind of ferocious animal, that's normal. Cesara gave the cats a blank look, and Camilla only dared to behave at this time. At the beginning of many times when there was a crisis of life and death, this dead girl shrank in the real room and did not dare to come out. Now when you meet someone who is easy to provoke, you will come out and pretend to be lonely and seek defeat, shameless, shameless.

"Brother Cesar, do you think it will be pretended? When we take it to the vein of the world, it will turn around and attack us?" said Hela, who had lived in dire straits since she was a child, and was full of malicious speculation.

"I surrender from the bottom of my heart! I don't have any other thoughts!" cried the partridge in horror, lest Cesara misunderstood it.

"Rest assured, my spinning wheel general, you can cut it off 100% from the veins of the world. The general waved his hand, signaled to Cesara not to worry, and said to the partridge, "Great monster bird, you should recognize the reality, right? Now there are two paths in front of you, first, we will kill you, turn you into cooking ingredients, take you to the Dark Food Festival to participate in the competition, win the grand prize, and then take some hard work to take your divine vein." Second, cooperate with us to cut a part of the World Vein, and then transfer the ownership of the World Vein to us. If the table is good, it will spare you a life. ”

"Are you for that vein of the world?" said Partridge, stunned for a moment. "I am willing to hand it over, and I promise to cooperate with you, but you must promise to spare my life, and you will not deceive me, and then kill me after the deed is done. ”

"Do I think that kind of person?!" Cesar crooked his mouth in disgust, "We're not good people, though. But there is still a bottom line, robbing money does not rob life. How about you hand over the veins of the world, and I will not only release you, but also give you a sum of money as compensation?"

"Take it, take it all! Actually, I don't want this thing for a long time! Mr. Dogfish sighed and said with some relief.

Since its exposure to human society ten years ago, it has been featured in the magazines published by the Observatory. See reports of gods being hunted. Whether it is the gods of good people registered in the church, or the evil gods who cut the land as kings, they are constantly hunted and killed. Because whether it is the corpse of the god or the vein of the world, it is the most precious treasure of this planet.

If the sub-gods want to live well, they must either join a faction to accept protection, or they will be strong enough to protect themselves. The pike is the worst sub-god, and it is a waste in itself, and no one looks down on it. I can't even think of hunting. But it still lives in fear, worrying about one day being targeted. The death is unknown, and I wish I could get rid of the curse of the vein of the world as soon as possible.

Today, its nightmare has struck, but it is better than expected. The kidnappers really don't look down on themselves as a weak scumbag, as long as they have the pulse of the world. Although the dogfish is afraid, there is still some small joy in the bottom of his heart. Because I can finally get rid of the veins of the world.

After this lucky escape, it will definitely sell its property, leave the black carpet far away, and marry a hundred ostriches twice its size as wives incognito!

"Alright, I've put a seal on it. You can cut it off at any time from the veins of the world, and you don't have to worry about it playing tricks. Let's go to its medicine garden and get you the first vein of the world. The general waved his hand at Cesar, and then looked at Camilla expectantly, although he did not say anything, but his eyes showed a sense of inquiry and inquiry.

"Well, you're doing a good job! Tonight, I will personally push the blood of the palace for you and give you the power of the European faction!" the old god Camilla patted the general on the shoulder, and then turned around and secretly grimaced at Cesar.

After a hurried breakfast, Cesar took only Rita, the General, and milk, and pressed Mr. Dogfish to his medicine garden.

The partridge's medicine garden is built on its veins of the world. Due to being the lowest-level bud, this vein of the world cannot form a god's domain, and its own range is also very small, about the size of a football field. The radiation range of the veins of the world is only the size of a small block.

Looking down from above, one can see that the kilometers of land around the medicine garden are more lush with black moss than in other areas. After being examined by Western Sahar, the dead air in these lands was even stronger, making them uninhabitable for humans, but they were of great benefit to the undead.

"When we get this vein of the world, we will move our family here to live! I heard that the scenery of the medicine garden is good, and we can also raise a group of zombie brothers to guard the door. Cesar said.

"Agreed, agreed, I want ten maids!ten!" Camilla shouted with a raised hand.

"The medicine garden is in the suburbs, the transportation is not convenient, and it takes a lot of time to rebuild the house. Rita spoke of the shortcomings.

"You fools, haven't you heard that the veins of the world can be migrated in a small way?" the general looked at Cesar and the others like idiots, and said, "If I help Pope Camilla get another 'second-level sub-divine vein', you won't move there again, right?" The death qi there must be richer than the medicine garden, and it can also condense the divine domain. ”

"Migrate?" Hearing the general's words, Cesar suddenly remembered that when he first entered the Web City, the entire city was shrouded in the veins of the world.

Those world veins are not a whole, but more than twenty different 'top-level sub-veins', according to the shape of the spider web, artificially woven complex patterns, completely covering a city, I don't know how many thousand times stronger than this stadium-sized low-level veins? Now that I think about it, that vein network must be the result of Olyni's artificial movement and transformation of the veins.

"Do you know how to move the veins of the world?" asked Cesar.

"I know a little bit about it, my grandfather once told me about it. The place where your home is located, there is a suitable location for transplantation, and the new area is not disturbed by other world veins, so it should be possible to move. The general didn't dare to pack the ticket, but there was a look of joy between his eyebrows.

"You're not going to break the veins of my world, are you?" asked Cesar, a little worried.

"Don't worry, bad one pays ten!" Little Lori patted Cesar on the shoulder to make him feel relieved.

Soon, Rita drives into Mr. Dogfish's medicine garden, and Cesar will also get the first vein of the world in his life. The kind of sub-divine vein that he might not even be able to look at at the affliction level, but it was the lowest level of the divine vein he urgently needed. (To be continued......)

PS: Someone actually asked me in the book review section what the European pie is? For the illiterate people, the European pie is the chest! ⊙⊙...

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Thanks: Brother Dan has to sell blood, Underworld Geometry, Void-Cloud, hjjggtujhfju's monthly pass, as well as hahaheheheheuh, a string of copper dollars for the reward, and a string of copper dollar evaluation votes.