Mo Tingyin took the water she handed over, and was a little hesitant whether to drink it or not.

Although I know that these immortals have been shocked by the paintings, there are no bad people.

The goddess blessed Mo Tingyin and said, "Miss Mo, please rest assured, under the nose of the Huajiang giant god, we don't dare to do anything bad." I am the god in charge of the world's hundred flowers, you drink my bowl of water, you can beautify your skin, to be honest, I don't think your skin is good enough. ”

Mo Tingyin looked at the group of peerless immortals around him, and felt that what this flower god said was quite right.

After drinking it, Mo Tingyin only felt that the whole body was comfortable and his mouth was fragrant.

Touching my face, it's really smooth.

"Thank you, Flora. Mo Tingyin smiled and thanked him.

The god of flowers turned around happily and said, "Miss Mo praised me, I'm so happy!"

The gods next to him looked at the flower god with disdain, and then rushed up and surrounded Mo Tingyin.

Mo Tingyin looked at the various delicacies in front of him, and it was difficult to choose for a while.

"Aren't the immortals all pure-hearted, how can you have so many delicious foods?" Mo Tingyin stared at the sauced beef in front of him and asked.

The immortal holding the sauced beef sighed and said, "I am the immortal in charge of livestock and poultry, but in the past thousands of years, Jinyun has been dictatorial and authoritarian, and I have nothing to do, so I can only study some food." I have been simmering for more than half of my plate of beef in sauce, and the sauce used is thousands of years old. ”

Mo Tingyin: "......" Is this sauce beef sure it won't eat the dead?

"Miss Mo, please try it!"

Mo Tingyin ate a piece of sauced beef and couldn't stop.

By the time Hua Jiangshan brought Xiaoliu back, Mo Tingyin didn't know how much he had eaten.

Hua Jiangshan looked at Mo Tingyin, who mingled with the gods, and said with a smile: "You are amazing, you have mixed with everyone so quickly." ”

Behind him was a young man with a face like a beautiful jade, Mo Tingyin looked familiar, but he didn't know who it was, and he thought for a while before he said tentatively: "You are Xiaoliu?"

"It was here that Miss Mo was fortunate to meet. Xiao Liu said with a smile.

Everything in the Heavenly Palace was managed by Xiao Liu, and Mo Tingyin left the three thousand small worlds with the painting.

The last time I went to the snowfield, Mo Tingyin only felt that it was very difficult there, and every step was very sad.

Now with the painting of Jiangshan, Mo Tingyin feels quite comfortable.

Coming here, the mana of the gods is also limited.

Painting the country also has to take Mo Tingyin step by step.

"Only someone with strong mana like me can walk over, and it is absolutely impossible to change to someone else. "Draw the arrogant way of the country.

Mo Tingyin sat on the back of the unicorn and pouted, "Then why did I come over too?"

"You were an accident. Painting Jiangshan touched Mo Tingyin's head and said, "You are the most beautiful accident I have ever encountered." ”

I don't know how long they walked, but they finally reached the end of the snowfield.

At the end of the snowfield is actually a wall, and you can't see the top of the white ice wall at a glance.

Mo Tingyin touched it with his hand, and he shrank back coldly.

"How are we going to get there?" she didn't see the wall at all when she came, or rather, she had already crossed the wall at that time, and then she kept walking forward, and she didn't look back at all, so she didn't notice it.

Hua Jiangshan frowned and said: "There is no good way, you can only use fire." ”

Poor Qilin Meng Meng came in handy, spitting fire one bite after another, and the ice wall gradually had small cracks.

Just as the Kirin was about to spew out all his fire, a hole finally appeared in the wall that could be drilled through by one person.

Mo Tingyin imagined a hundred scenes to see when she went back, but she didn't expect that she appeared in the toilet, or the women's toilet.

Looking at the curious painting of the country and the mountains around him, Mo Tingyin could only say that the unicorn was tightly hugged in his arms, and he went out with the painting of the country.

There were two young fashionable girls in the toilet, and when they saw the two people in ancient costumes, they couldn't help but whisper in front of them: "Look at the current actors, how unparticular they are, they can't help it." ”

The other said with a look of disdain: "It's very good-looking, but it's not a good person." ”

Hua Jiangshan was about to speak, but Mo Tingyin hurriedly pulled him away.

When she got out of the toilet door, she found that she had actually arrived at a film and television base with Hua Jiangshan.

Seeing the two people in ancient costumes, a man with glasses immediately came to drag them, and he said anxiously: "You two are really, you two are filming, what kind of toilet are you going to! I don't want to make money!"

He stretched out his hand to touch the clothes on Jiang Shan's body, and said suspiciously: "When did the crew become so rich, and the clothes for the group performances were so good." ”

"Are you rich?" Mo Tingyin asked in a low voice.

Painting Jiangshan shook his head, he lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he didn't know what money was.

Even if he has been with Mo Tingyin for decades, he has never been short of money.

Mo Tingyin sighed helplessly in her heart, it seems that she is really going to experience life this time.

"The director told us to do whatever we wanted, draw the country, and don't do anything else. Mo Tingyin told the painter, "Neither of us have any money, we have to make some money." ”

"Don't you have a spare?" asked Hua Jiangshan curiously.

The man urged again: "You two hurry up, don't waste time." ”

Mo Tingyin did a group performance with the painting Jiangshan in a mess, earned 160 yuan, and went home.

Staring at the money in his hand, and then looking at the clothes on the two of them, Mo Tingyin reluctantly took out the spar.

I wanted to swallow it, but when I took it, the spar turned into a diamond, shining in the sun, which was very beautiful.

Father Mo and Mother Mo looked at Mo Tingyin, who was leading the strange man back, and were taken aback.

"Tingyin, you didn't get married yesterday, why did you come back today?" Mo Mu pulled Mo Tingyin anxiously and said, "Who is this man? ”

Mo Tingyin had already thought of her words, and she sneered: "I just got married, Zhang Tu pushed me into the river, and it was Mr. Hua who saved me." ”

Painting Jiangshan nodded seriously on the side.

"What, how could this be?" Mo's father and mother were shocked, how could Zhang Tu, who they had always thought was a good son-in-law, become like this?

Naturally, there was no suspense about what happened later, and Zhang Tu, who Mo Tingyin hated to the core, was punished as he deserved.

He has the best face, likes money, and likes men, so Mo Tingyin took it all away.

In the end, when Zhang Tu was most desperate, he gave him a fatal blow and sent him to prison.

Although it was only sentenced to a few years, Mo Tingyin believed that in the next few decades, she would have the ability to let him come out, go in and out, and so on.

As for her and the painting, the two of them hid their magic and lived an ordinary life.

Mo Tingyin decided to live here for the rest of his life, accompany his parents well, do a few good things, and of course, have to supervise whether Zhang Tu has been punished as he deserves.

Mo Tingyin sometimes wonders, how did he become a god inexplicably?

By chance, she has lived a magical life that she never imagined, and she wants to continue this life.