"By the way, Nezha, what do you want from me?"
Yang Jian burped in the video. Nezha saw that he seemed to be in low spirits and thought this was a good opportunity to fool him, so he said vaguely: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that the tower master asked us to perform a small task together. , if you are busy, then be busy first, I will be fine by myself, then..."
"What?!" Yang Jian immediately cheered up, his eyes widened, and said, "Is there a new mission?"
"Uh..." Nezha sighed secretly. It seemed that he couldn't avoid this errand, so he had to say truthfully, "Actually..."
As soon as Nezha said two words, Yang Jian in the video shouted angrily: "Huh! This is too much!
Tell the tower master that I quit! "
"Ah?" Nezha was shocked. He really didn't expect that Erlangshen, who had always been involved in death, suddenly said that he wanted to quit today?
You know, in the materialized world, everything is decided by the tower owner. Even the name of this world is prefixed with the tower owner's name.
If she really made her angry, it would be very possible not to mention driving Erlang Shen out of the Mythical Peak, but even to take back all his mana.
After all, the power of the tower owner is given by the tower.
Although in this world, the full name of the tower is Babel Tower, in a sense, isn't Babel Tower the tallest tower in Roland's world?
And what kind of existence is the tower? That is the true god who can materialize the entire astral world.
People outside are not clear about these things. Erlangshen, a god who has been included in the tower and is deeply trusted by the tower owner, cannot be unclear, right?
"Why?" Nezha asked in confusion, "Brother Yang, what happened to you?"
"It's okay not to mention it!" Erlang Shen took a sip of wine, and the image of Zhuge Liang's talk lingered in his mind. He thought that Yang Jian was also a great god worshiped by others, but in order to preserve his status and mana, he knelt before the tower master. , and almost got the reputation of helping others to do evil.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said to the video: "Okay Nezha, from now on, I, Yang Jian, will officially join the Beggar Clan, just to be free and happy.
I gave this phone to the gang leader as a meeting gift. Don’t call me again! "
Nezha was about to say something, but the other party had already hung up the video. When he called again, the other party stopped answering.
Not long after, I saw a text message from the other party:
Nezha, stop trying to persuade me. I can't stand that kind of life of being dependent on others! From now on, I will be my beggar and you will be your lackey, so you can take care of yourself!
? ? ?
Nezha sent three question marks, but in front of the three question marks, there was an extra red exclamation mark, and the other party had blocked him.
"This Yang Jian, if you don't want to do it, you won't do it. Why are you mocking me?" Nezha muttered, rolled his eyes, and stuffed the phone back into his waist with some depression.
Although he usually couldn't bear to see Brother Yang being so curly, at this time, he had to admire his courage.
If you say you don’t want to do it, then you won’t do it?
Nezha was a little ready to make a move. He thought about this idea every day.
But when he turned around to look, his sight penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, and landed on the Tower of Babel in the distance.
How can anyone not bow their head when they are under the eaves?
He reminded himself in his mind: Nezha, this is not the world where you can get into trouble and be resurrected by Master Taiyi.
When the Roaring Sky Dog was forcibly assigned to Ten Thousand Beasts Island, how did Erlang Shen cry? The third eye was almost blinded by tears, but in the end, didn’t you just admit your defeat honestly?
There are no myths in Myth Peak.
Only gods who see the reality clearly can continue to be gods - even in form.
Nezha gently touched the corners of his eyes with his fingers and immediately forced himself to resume his usual smile.
He sank and flew straight below the clouds. After a while, he saw three people on the ground, who were twisted and staggered.
Nezha took back the Hot Wheels and landed firmly on the ground. A large amount of red liquid mingled under the three of them, and it was impossible to tell which was whose blood.
Nezha couldn't bear to look any further. He turned around and looked up at the towering Tower of Babel. From this distance, I'm afraid one of the three people must be the Light Master.
This is the result of going against the tower.
Nezha shook his head and was about to go back to recover when he heard a "hiss" sound.
He followed the sound and found that the woman with colorful twin tails in the middle was emitting a faint green light.
Nezha got closer. Looking at the more modern attire, he was afraid that this person was the materialized Light Lord.
Fang Xiaoling's lying body suddenly lifted up a bit, as if something was supporting her in front of her, and her front half was almost completely off the ground.
Just when Nezha didn't know what happened, Fang Xiaoling's entire body left the ground, and countless slender green branches spread and grew.
At first Nezha thought it was a strange plant growing out of the ground.
Later, when Fang Xiaoling was supported by those branches to a higher place, Nezha was surprised to find that those green branches actually grew from Fang Xiaoling's heart.
The sound just now turned out to be the sound of branches growing, causing clothes to break.
Those branches became more and more lush, and they grew rapidly, like life. One by one, they wrapped around Fang Xiaoling's body, turning her body over and over again, like yarn, and finally wrapped her around like a green ball. Cicada pupae.
Nezha stared blankly at the green mass in front of him, not knowing what happened.
Looking at the men and women on both sides, they were still in the same miserable state as before, without any change.
Click!
The green mass suddenly cracked with a gap in the middle.
"ah--"
Fang Xiaoling's yawning sound came from inside.
After a while, like a chick hatched from an eggshell, Fang Xiaoling first popped her head out and squinted at the world outside.
"Lord of Light?" Nezha asked tentatively, "Are you... still alive?"
"Huh?" Fang Xiaoling turned to look at him. As if she suddenly thought of something, she subconsciously pushed her hands to both sides and pushed away the eggshell formed by the branches. "Who are you?! Where are the Zhuges?"
Nezha looked at both sides of her and said, "Are they the two people who were pressed down?"
Fang Xiaoling reacted, pushed away the semicircular hollow ball woven from the branches on the right side, and discovered Huang Yueying lying below.
"Mrs. Huang!" Fang Xiaoling squatted down and turned Huang Yueying over. Fang Xiaoling was shocked by her bloody face.
"Although I don't know how you were resurrected." Nezha helped push the semicircular hollow ball on the left and looked at Zhuge Liang's back and said, "But the two of them are mortals, right? If they fell from such a height, they would definitely be hopeless. ”
"I..." Fang Xiaoling murmured in confusion, "Resurrection? Did I fall to death just now?"
