Chapter 45 The God of the Sea

I feel like what happened to me recently is really weird.

The originally tall god ended up being met while walking around. But that wasn't enough, I met another Poseidon less than two hours apart. That was all. This Poseidon wasn't very smart, and he had just been treated like a salted fish. Being thrown to the shore caused a psychological shadow...

Coupled with the poor demon king and the hellhound that looks like Erha, I feel that there is definitely something wrong with the way I open the different world.

Generally speaking, this kind of different world travel routines are all about farming or upgrading. Why does it suddenly turn into a cross talk comedy when it comes to me?

If there really is a God of Time Travel, the first thing I want to do is to ask her to throw me into the normal world and let me experience the life of Long Aotian with a golden finger arriving in time.

"To put it simply...this Poseidon wants to find friends, right?" I covered my face and tried not to laugh out loud, "That's why she's thinking about how to drag people into the water?"

"Yes." Villier said confidently.

"Then tell her that this will kill someone, so don't do it next time."

Villier nodded, and then I saw her and the blue Villier looking at each other for a long time, and finally the blue Villier huddled up, showing a shocked expression.

I looked at the girl expressionlessly and asked, "...What's wrong with her?"

"Oh, she was scared just now. She didn't intend to kill anyone." Villier replied to me.

Yes, this is another abnormal outlook.

I covered my face and was sure that there must be something wrong with the way I opened it. Otherwise, why would I encounter problems with basic common sense?

I thought about it carefully, and suddenly I realized that this silly dog, Kyle Russ, actually had the most normal outlook on life... Of course, it could also be because he had committed all the possible crimes in hell, so he was now timid.

At this moment, the blue Villier suddenly wrinkled her nose. She looked at Villier and started to get angry... No, it was brain wave communication.

I looked at her curiously and asked, "What did she say again?"

Villier was quiet for a moment, then the expression on her face quickly changed to panic, and she shouted: "She said it smelled like paste!"

"...Hey, let me go, it's broken! The barbecue is still on the grill!" I rushed to the grill and opened it in a hurry. As a result, I saw the ingredients that were about to become charred...

"The first furnace looks so useless." I scratched my chin in embarrassment, and then threw the burned ingredients into the trash can as garbage.

But the blue Villier seemed to be quite interested - I stopped her before she was about to throw the battered food into her mouth, which would cause unnecessary psychological shadow on her about the barbecue.

"It's okay to take him with you for meals occasionally, but this is not a long-term solution." Probably because of his similar face to Verier, I subconsciously started to make plans for his future.

After all, with such a Poseidon who seems to have no common sense, who knows if she will make big news one day...

"So, it's better to teach her some common sense of human beings in the near future, otherwise it will be troublesome next time when she pulls someone into the water just because she wants to be friends. She has a simple idea but is too straightforward in her approach."

The pickled ingredients were put on the table again, and I took advantage of this time to start my teaching.

"Anyway... let's come up with a name first, otherwise it won't be good to call Blue Villier Blue Villier." I sat on the chair and folded my hands and said.

"Blue Villier... I think you have thought about something very rude." Villier narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

"You're thinking too much." I replied without blushing or out of breath.

Villier squinted her eyes for a while and then stopped pursuing it. Instead, she put her index finger against her lower lip and looked like she was thinking; "But I don't know how to come up with names!"

What a coincidence... I can't do it either.

I looked at Nolan Lusi, hoping that the Demon King could probably come up with a better name.

"Nolan Lusi, what's so good about you?

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