Zhuo Wu had never been so embarrassed before.
His divine power, which was so strong that it was almost omnipotent, had no effect on this evil creature. In fact, as soon as he used his divine power, he would be devoured by the evil creature.
Of course, he couldn't do such an act as to take off his clothes in public and take out the evil object from inside.
"Back off." Zhuo Wu squeezed out two words from his throat.
Countless immortals looked up at him in panic and confusion: "Why, Immortal Lord?"
At this time, Jing Jiujiu was already dawdling, and was climbing up with difficulty along his inner clothes, stepping on his feet once or twice along the way, and he had no idea where he was stepping, but he wanted to climb to Zhuo Wu's collar.
Behind the fairy-like clouds and mist, Zhuo Wu's expression almost broke.
If it was Jing Jiujiu who turned into a little paper man for the first time, she might not be so skilled.
But he had already stepped on Bai Yuhuai's body countless times, so practice makes perfect... Isn't he climbing up now
Jing Jiujiu grabbed Zhuo Wu's collar and wedged herself to his Adam's apple so that she wouldn't fall down or flip out of the collar.
The blue veins on the back of Zhuo Wu's hand bulged even more. He said no more, turned around and left.
Several divine servants immediately followed, leaving the rest of the immortals in a state of panic.
"Just now, the Immortal Lord seemed to have taken something off the head of Master Tingshan?"
The Immortal Tingshan, the immortal who was so scared that he smashed his jade crown into pieces, whispered, "Could it be that my attire today offended the Immortal Lord? I saw that the Immortal Lord looked extremely angry just now."
"No..." Others shook their heads but couldn't explain why.
He just felt that the Immortal King seemed to have grabbed something.
Zhuo Wu brought Jing Jiujiu into another side hall, and inside this hall, there was another world.
There is a completely different little world inside.
There are mountains, water, flowers and fruits.
Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but sigh, no wonder those people wanted to be immortals so much. Perhaps if they became immortals, they could own such a residence with just a wave of their hands.
Don’t you know if you have money to do it
Jing Jiujiu was confused for a moment.
"Come out." Zhuo Wu's voice sounded.
Jing Jiujiu lay there steadily, without any awareness at all.
Several of the gods' servants were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
"Go away." Zhuo Wu glanced at them and spoke coldly.
When Zhuo Wu was the only one left in this small world, he picked up Jing Jiujiu.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you show up here?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Can you speak Mandarin?"
Zhuo Wu: "You can really speak... Your facial features are drawn with mirage blood? Apart from the mountain behind me, where else can you keep mirages?"
Jing Jiujiu bit his finger again, a little angrily: "I don't understand!"
Zhuo Wu also seemed to realize something: "You don't understand?"
Zhuo Wu: "You are from the Netherworld?" He said calmly, "You are a low-level evil creature from the Netherworld. No wonder you don't understand me."
Jing Jiujiu:
He still didn't understand, but he always felt that Zhuo Wu didn't say anything good.
Jing Jiujiu bit his fingers even harder.
Zhuo Wu frowned and loosened his fingers slightly.
Jing Jiujiu struggled to write a word on his palm with her finger: Me.
yes.
liquor.
Zhuo Wu's palms were itchy, and he curled his fingers unconsciously: "Are you writing? What are you writing?"
As soon as Jing Jiujiu heard it, she knew he didn't understand.
Illiteracy is useless.
Jing Jiujiu whispered in her heart without feeling guilty at all.
Zhuo Wuxin knew that this "evil creature" wanted to explain its origins, so he clasped his palms, held Jing Jiujiu in his hand and walked into another building.
He prepared pen and ink for Jing Jiujiu and threw it on the table.
Jing Jiujiu tried to carry the brush.
"Snapped"
The brush crushed him.
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Zhuo Wu: “…”
Zhuo Wu quietly clenched his fingers.
It is clearly an evil thing, but its actions do not appear to be evil at all.
Zhuo Wu quietly reached out and picked up the brush.
Jing Jiujiu sighed.
So, it’s better to be a human being.
He stretched out his hand, dipped it in some ink, and started scratching on the paper again.
Zhuo Wu began to recognize the words.
At this time, Jing Jiujiu jumped off the table and ran towards a large vat. Of course, it was only a large vat for him. Jing Jiujiu kicked the vat with his foot and pointed at himself.
At this time, Zhuo Wu already knew what was written on it.
There are many things in this world that he can learn and even see their past and future just by taking a look at them. This is a unique ability that Zhuo Wu was born with.
It says:
I am Jiujiu.
After some scribbling, two more words were added at the end: yours.
That was added by Jing Jiujiu after she thought about it again and again. What if this Zhuo Wu didn't like him? Who knows what Bai Yuhuai thought a thousand years ago? It's not good for family members to beat up each other.
I am your wine
Zhuo Wu was stunned for a moment. The crooked words drawn by the little paper men were firmly imprinted in his consciousness.
He instinctively turned his head to see what the little evil creature was doing. He did not see Jing Jiujiu's movements, but instead saw ink spots one after another on the jade-paved ground.
Those were all footprints left by the little paper men.
Zhuo Wu: “…”
Nothing has ever dared to act so presumptuously in his cave!
Jing Jiujiu waited for a long time but there was no response from Zhuo Wu.
Is it because of poor eyesight
Jing Jiujiu pounded the "jar" unhappily, and then walked back slowly. It was hard for him to run to the big wine jar, and I wanted to give him a hint. Running such a long distance, the paper man must be exhausted! My legs are about to split!
Zhuo Wu watched as the little paper man stepped on him and left another line of ink dots.
Not only that.
The little paper man walked to the bamboo couch in a swagger and began to climb up.
Zhuo Wu had just cast a spell to make the ground clean again, but when he turned around, he saw that the bed had been stepped on black by the little paper man.
The veins on Zhuo Wu's temples twitched.
He walked slowly to the bedside, leaned over and was about to pick up the little paper man again, but the little paper man raised his feet and said, "Look."
Jing Jiujiu's legs fell limply.
Obviously, this phenomenon occurs because it is soaked by ink.
Zhuo Wu: “…”
Jing Jiujiu: "What should I do?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Can you blow dry me?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Alas.”
He sighed softly, then raised his foot with great effort and rubbed it on Zhuowu's clothes.
Zhuo Wu: “… … …”
When the divine servant carefully pushed the door and entered the building again, Zhuo Wu cast a spell, built a bonfire, carried some Jing wine, and started roasting.
The divine servant stammered for a long while: "My Lord, this thing... this thing is so evil! How dare it enter your cave? Why did you bother to set up the Qilin Fire? I will..."
Zhuo Wu: "Don't move."
Divine Servant: "My Lord, I will put this at the bottom of the jar as fertilizer for the flowers..."
Zhuo Wu: "... I raised this thing."
The divine servant shut his mouth in astonishment and knelt down in haste. His head was rumbling and he couldn't calm down for a long time, as if Gonggong had just crashed into Mount Buzhou in his head.
Zhuo Wu picked up Jing Jiujiu, shook it twice, held it in his palm, and pinched his feet.
Done.
When he retracted his fingers, the little paper man's feet fell off.
Everyone in Jingjiujiu was dumbfounded.
Oh, yes, the wet paper will become extra crispy after being roasted over fire.
What should I do if I lose my feet
what to do!
Zhuo Wu picked up the small piece of paper, his face showing no emotion. He put the small piece of paper on the table, and then put Jing Jiujiu on it.
"Go to the back mountain." he said.
The still trembling divine servant slowly raised his head: "My Lord?"
"Kill the mirage and take its blood."
The divine servant got up in a daze and went to the back mountain as instructed.
Soon, the divine servant returned with a laurel branch and the blood of the mirage.
At this time, Zhuo Wu was cutting paper, cutting it into a human shape bit by bit, but it was still only the size of a palm.
Jing Jiujiu was very dissatisfied. Couldn't they just make one as big as the paper figure they ordered before
Jing Jiujiu circled around Zhuo Wu's hand and started pointing and talking.
The two of them talked at cross purposes for a long time, and Zhuo Wu seemed to understand only part of it. Of course, it was possible that he was pretending. Anyway, the paper figurine was cut out and it was no different from what it was now.
However, when the divine servant saw what kind of paper Zhuo Wu was holding in his hand, he was shocked.
Zhuo Wu can paint, and his skills are quite profound.
After the paper figure was cut, he dipped his brush in the mirage blood and slowly painted the facial features.
Jing Jiujiu opened her mouth immediately: "You are so stupid, can't you make me bigger?"
The divine servant did not understand what the "evil creature" said, but as he listened, he felt that it was scolding the Immortal Lord. The divine servant was stunned.
Zhuo Wu remained expressionless and reached out to grab the Jingjiu wine.
Jing Jiujiu was small and slippery, and because she had changed her body, she could run even faster. She slipped on him and stomped her feet twice before slipping away along the hem of his clothes.
Zhuo Wu: “…”
Behind the clouds, his ears slowly turned red.
The divine servants were stunned when they saw these scenes.
From this day on.
On Mount Gushan, in addition to the almighty Immortal King, there is another thing that cannot be offended.
In the blink of an eye, it's the next month again.
The immortals climbed up Mount Gushan again and bowed down before Zhuo Wu.
Zhuo Wu was still sitting on the high seat, but there was a paper man above his head. He stood for a while, and when he got tired of standing, he sat down again.
“…” He almost thought that this thing was going to turn into a bird and build a nest and lay eggs on his head.
"I beg you to allow us to stay here."
"The underworld has collapsed for the most part, and many fairylands have broken their restrictions, with spiritual energy leaking out. Two stars have fallen, except for Qishan, Kunlun, and Guye..."
“There is no place left.”
By this time, Jing Jiujiu could already understand most of what was said.
He gradually pieced together some things from their words—
The reason why they went to Mount Gushan to worship every month was, firstly, to beg Zhuo Wu to protect them, and secondly, to restore some of their divine power and absorb enough spiritual energy in Mount Gushan, so that they could survive for a few more days after leaving.
Zhuo Wu never responded.
He just quietly raised his hand out of sight of the people below and supported the little paper figure that was about to fall from his head.
"There are many rumors now, saying that the temple will collapse, and gods, both big and small, are in a panic. I don't know whether it is true or not."
"Please give me your instructions, Immortal Lord."
They continued to beg on their knees.
Because I broke my crown last time, I didn’t dare wear it this time. I just bent down and kowtowed.
"Everything has a beginning and an end. Mortals believe that they can achieve eternal life by becoming immortals. Do you think so too?" Zhuo Wu said calmly.
Jing Jiujiu pulled Zhuowu's ears.
It turns out that Zhuo Wu is not afraid of death
Zhuo Wu raised his hand again and held Jing Jiujiu in his palm.
An immortal on the other side boldly raised his head.
Well.
Why did the Immortal pull his ears