Divine bones.

This word is so unfamiliar.

In the recorded history of gods, although the body of a god dies, the body will turn into mountains and rivers and even stars.

Naturally, there will be no bones or the like left, unless ......

He didn't die?

Feng He didn't move for a long time, the frost-like moonlight reflected on the girlish face, and her red lips pursed slightly.

It was too taboo, beyond what she thought she could touch.

Ji Chen looked at the jar in his hand, and then at the beautiful goblin who was kneeling blankly from a square inch away: "You don't want it?" Don't you try to see if you're the destined guest? ”

"I ......"

Feng He shook his head in a trance.

What a person who is destined, a guest who is destined.

She just wanted to come to the roster and go back and live her little life happily.

Whether it's a gag with Xiaoba, whether it's listening to Qiao Zhenzhen reciting Tang poems, whether it's being fed by Xiao Lu Langjun, or even ...... It's good to be his cat.

In short, in any case, it is much better than getting involved in a war between the gods.

The Son of Heaven was furious, ambushed millions of corpses, and bled and drifted.

The gods were angry......

She didn't dare to think about it.

"Try it, if you're not the chosen one, you won't be able to take it with you. The supreme position, the supreme mana, the supreme virtue, these 'three nos' must account for at least one of them, right? ”

Three nos?

Feng He savored its words, and after a while, he said:

"You made it up, didn't you?"

"Not really!"

Ji Chen wasn't talking nonsense.

Decades ago, a goddess also came here to call him, at that time, this place had not been developed into a resort villa area by that Qi'an.

He only remembered that the goddess had come on the waves, and had slashed her hand with a moon-like blade in the night sky at the full moon.

To be honest, the spiritual power of that blood is thin, and the taste is not very good.

But the gender, it's right.

It was also because of this thin spiritual power that his soul had not fully awakened at that time, so he asked the Jiaojing to send the clay pot up.

Of course, she couldn't take it away, so she just walked away, and she didn't even have time to understand the honorable name.

It's not a big deal.

The one in front of me is different.

Five thousand years ago, the mana was so strong that it was ...... You can chase the Kuilong royal family, which is proud of its speed, that is, yourself, to run all over the wilderness.

There is also a mouth that can scare off all the masters of the dragon clan, and I heard that there are still many heirs to the throne.

It's a little weird, though.

Thousands of years have passed, and she is still a demon and has not inherited the throne?

Thinking of this, Ji Chen simply swam over, a long tail dangling in the water, and begged, "Do me a favor." ”

"Really?"

"Really, really." Ji Chen's face was full of sincerity, "With the swear of the ancestor of my clan, if there is half a lie, I will not be able to get out of this cage for the rest of my life." ”

When Feng He heard this, the line of defense in his heart loosened a little, and this oath naturally could not be faked.

The slender white fingers moved slightly, hesitantly catching the clay pot.

For some reason, Ji Chen stepped back, still covering his eyes, as if he was worried about something terrifying.

But the clay pot was easily in her hands......

Nothing has changed, it's still a clay pot.

"Sure enough."

"Sure enough."

Both spoke at the same time.

"Not me."

"It's you."

Then there was a brief silence.

Ji Chen explained: "It's not that no one has come to try to take him away, but ......"

He vaguely described the tragic situation of the goddess who was burned by the divine breath, and most of the face that could compete with the fairy Chang'e was ruined, which was a pity.

“……”

Feng He felt that he was about to stop thinking......

Is this incident really related to her?

Since thousands of years ago, Shizun has always told her that the world is sinister, and a little cat should have the idea to protect herself, so she has been cultivating in that cave for thousands of years, except for a few times.

In this way, he can become the chosen son?

She didn't have supreme dignity, nor did she have supreme power......

Is it the supreme virtue? No way? I am a little better than "the four bodies are not diligent, and the grains are not divided".

Feng He muttered, "Am I so powerful? ”

Ji Chen said seriously: "You are really strong. ”

As soon as the dragon's myth fell, his eyes suddenly closed, and he fell uncontrollably, and fell straight into the deep pool.

Jiaojing, who was still sticking out his tongue on the side, saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly chased after the master's figure, and gently carried him back to his back.

The water in the deep pool is rolling, and no matter how far it goes, it is invisible.

There was a majestic ancient sound wafting up from below, breaking through the water, and it was—

"My wish is sufficient."

In an instant, everything was back to normal.

The jade plate is entering the middle of the sky, and the bright moonlight is just reflected in the pool water, with rippling blue waves, leisurely and quiet.

The clay pot was painted white and reflected the moonlight, which should have been soft and beautiful, but it was indescribably thrilling.

Feng He looked at it in a daze, a little tempted to throw it into the water, but the two calls behind her finally pulled her chaotic thoughts back-

"Xiao He!"

"Your Excellency!"

Behind her, a fairy and a demon looked surprised.

When did this dragon god disappear?

When did clay pots appear?

In their eyes, the girl sat quietly on her knees by the pool, and only a moment had passed.

When Feng He found out, he was shocked.

It turned out that she had entered the gap between the turbulence of time and space.

The one who talked to him was really the dragon soul of a hundred years ago.

Back in the room, she didn't shy away from Qi An, and directly repeated the conversation between herself and the dragon god in detail, without letting go of any details.

Except for the part of the eight lives, she still doesn't want to worry Zhenzhen.

At the end, Feng He asked hesitantly: "Am I really strong?" ”

Qiao Zhenzhen and Qi An glanced at each other, and nodded at the same time.

Fenghe: ......

It seems that asking a goblin who cultivates at the bottom and a little fairy who is more than a hundred years old is not very reliable.

That's it.

Feng He cast his eyes back on the jar in his hand.

It's still a bit too ordinary, it doesn't even have much ornamental value with patterns, and it's even empty inside.

So, what's going on with the Divine Bones?

Qiao Zhenzhen and Qi An looked at it together, they were both a little afraid, and they took two steps back.

"Don't follow me!" Shy.jpg.

"I didn't ......" grievance .gif.

Feng He glanced at them and smiled dumbly.

In fact, she feels that the world is very good now.

Whether it's a fairy or an earth fairy, they can live simply.

Maybe stand in the center of the stage and accept the attention, or maybe you can only grab the red envelope in the WeChat group diving.

Maybe you were born with a lot of money and never run out of money, or maybe you have to take the subway to work for the human boss the next day......

The city in the distance has the shadows of thousands of brilliant lights, and the waves on the sea and the sky outside the window are endless.

The moonlight is endless.

The only thing missing is the high gods.

Who says that gods are a necessity of this world......

Obviously, this moonlight is already so gentle.

Feng He glanced at the lonely clay pot.

The smile instantly froze on his face.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice telling her that the good times of being able to make such a fuss seemed to be going to disappear soon.