When he was heading to the hall, A Qi was holding a weary Bibo and poking his head to hide in Tibet, but the god guarding the hall stopped Mu Yu from the hall.
The tattered mortal clothes, his little face was not ashen, A Qi stared at Mu Yu with wide eyes, and cupped his hands in a pleasing manner.
Seeing A Qi's depressed look, Mu Yu thought to himself that this little god could just slip out and play. Why did he come back after such a short time? He really lacked the courage, so he kept his face sullen and said nothing.
"Don't look at me like that, if this fat bird hadn't been so emotional, I wouldn't want to come back so soon."
A Qi looked at Bi Bo and sighed, the corners of his mouth curled up to hang a gourd.
Bi Bo turned her eyes away from him, covering her watery eyes with a wave of his wings.
"Mu Yu, what did my mother say?"
He slipped out quietly, knowing that he would be punished when he came back.
Mu Yu twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a salute,
"Little God, True God Shang Gu has explained that if you come back..."
He paused, then learned Shang Gu's tone and said,
"Just find a hole for yourself. Bury yourself for a few years before going back to the hall."
A Qi's face crossed, his eyes blinked, and he hugged Bi Bo and shook it,
"It's broken, Bi Bo, mother is angry, what should I do, what should I do!"
Bi Bo ignored him and buried his head in his wings to hide in silence.
It was rare in the God Realm to have such a small doll. Although A Qi usually gave him a headache, he was always pampered. Now A Qi screamed so pitifully, Mu Yu couldn't bear it, and the halberd in his hand loosened involuntarily song, in a low voice,
"Little God, True God Zhi Yang is about to wake up and True God Shang Gu is in a good mood, why don't you go in..."
Before he could finish speaking, A Qi had already disappeared, and Hong Tuantuan's small body was jumping up and down happily in the distance, only a clear voice came,
"Uncle Mu Yu, thank you."
Mu Yu raised the corner of his mouth, but before the smile reached his eyes, he shattered with a 'click', and the hand holding the halberd began to tremble.
Little God, you really lose my life!
We can't afford to be your uncle in this generation!
A Qi approached Zhaixing Pavilion with her feet, and saw Shang Gu was sitting on the soft couch looking at him in this direction, his little face was full of flattery,
"Mother, I'm back."
He threw a little fat all over and rushed towards Shang Gu, but he was held in place by a divine force one step away from Shang Gu, his hands were frozen in the air, his eyes were round, and the little bun on his head was swaying, looking really funny and funny, Shang Gu sneered and said,
"If you have the guts to run out, why don't you have the guts to be punished?"
"Mother, I accompanied Bi Bo to see that Qin Chuan, I didn't run out on purpose."
Seeing that Shang Gu was unmoved, A Qi lowered his head, rubbed his hands and whispered,
"Mother, I was wrong."
The voice was soft, and it had a pitiful taste. She knew that this was a trick she was used to, but her heart softened instantly, and smiled,
"Okay, go to the hall to take a bath, Don't look at what the dirt looks like, just throw yourself on the body when you see people, and wait for a walk to Tian Qi's hall and tell Tian Qi remember to hang on to you."
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Ancient God (Ancient Love Poetry)
Fantasy[COMPLETED] When the ordinary human encounters difficulties and separation in his life, he can nevertheless resort to praying to the Gods and to Buddha - but what if one is a deity? She lost the memories she had of the three hundred years before the...
