For example, Shadow Weaver is the antidote to Little Golden Crow, and Little Golden Crow is also the antidote to Shadow Weaver.

After asking that question, Shadow Weaver regained his vitality. After gathering the herbs in a few seconds, the two of them chatted and followed another untravelled road home.

It is said to be another road, but actually it means setting a direction on the spot and walking straight on. Each time you stand in a different place, the path you take will be different.

I don’t know how many times the corner of Ying Weaver’s skirt was scratched by dead branches on the ground. I don’t know how many times Xiao Jinwudi put his hands together and chopped them. I don’t know how many times he put his forehead on his forehead. Finally, he couldn’t help but say: "The branches that were chopped along the way were broken."

You can cook a pot of rice now.”

Zhi Ying held up her skirt and laughed beside her, speaking insincerely to comfort her: "Okay, I didn't know this road was so deserted."

As he was about to set up the barrier, he was suddenly pressed down by Little Golden Crow and pulled into his arms: "We'll be home in a few steps, so don't waste your energy. If there's any more, just pick it up and light a fire."

Weaving Shadow gently tapped his chin, his steps becoming lighter and lighter.

"Axiao, do you think that stone looks good?"

Little Jinwu looked forward, and at the end of his fingertips, he pointed directly at a moss-covered stone on the bank of a stream at the foot of the mountain, which was being devoutly baptized by the stream.

When he came back, he asked implicitly: "You want me to tell the truth?"

Zhiying looked at him, with two big words written clearly on his face - nonsense.

Little Golden Crow pondered for a moment, then thoughtfully chose a more euphemistic way of saying it: "To be honest, this stone is not suitable for stone sculptures. It can be made into a bonsai or something with some repairs."

Zhi Ying could tell how reluctant his "reluctant" tone was.

Indeed, very reluctantly.

But everyone has their own preferences for radishes and vegetables. Who says that no one will appreciate ugly rocks?

"On the day we got married, there was such a moss-covered stone at the emperor's feet. It was half a man tall, had two red lines, and had no spiritual energy..."

At first glance that day, she thought the emperor had stolen the Three Life Stones from the underworld and came back to play with them.

Little Golden Crow said in a familiar tone: "The Emperor is one of the only remaining ancient gods. Life is too long, so he will always think of ways to find fun and chat for himself. After admiring the flowers and the moon for a long time, I occasionally enjoy a stone as a change.

The taste is also good.”

Zhiying smiled and nodded: "I guess so."

Little Golden Crow breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could fully relax, he heard Zhi Ying suggest: "How about we also find a few stones like this and give them to the emperor when we go back?"

Suppressing the throbbing veins on his forehead, Little Golden Crow laughed twice: "The emperor's interests are changing rapidly. I guess he has developed other new interests in the past few days. Let's not look for stones." Then he sincerely suggested, "The emperor likes the lotus root soup you made.

, why not make soup for the emperor when you visit Zi Mansion next time."

The emperor's taste has always been good, although he is not as picky as the Phoenix clan, but if it's because of his nonsense, he will let Shadow Weaver bring such a smelly stone back to him next time...

Little Golden Crow was secretly horrified, the consequences were unimaginable.

Fortunately, Zhiying just said this casually, and added: "You also like this. Tomorrow is market day, so I can buy some lotus roots and pork ribs."

Little Golden Crow curled her lips and said with joy from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you so much, madam."

"It's ready tomorrow. It's never too late to thank you."

Zhiying lowered her head, raised her toes and quickened her pace. From a distance, Little Golden Crow could clearly see the bright red clusters on the tips of her snow-like ears, and couldn't help laughing.

Hearing his laughter, the figure scuttling away in the jungle floated faster, and then, a sound of cracking silk was heard.

——The skirt is completely scrapped.

Weaving Shadow went to pick up the cut piece of cloth, and suddenly there was a stinging pain on his fingertips, and a bit of bright red came out.

It turned out that under the cloth, there was a clump of dark vines. Because they were tightly entwined with thorns and grew vigorously, she didn't realize the sharpness hidden deep inside.

Weaver Ying stared at the blood on her fingertips, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart.

Green bushes rustled behind her. She came to her senses, pressed her thumb, and the wound area immediately returned to smoothness. Then she restored the hem of her skirt. When she turned around, she saw the raised wrinkles between the little Golden Crow's brows: "Does it hurt?"

She raised her chin and said proudly: "Are you looking down on the Lord God of the Cloud Palace?"

Even so, Xiao Jinwu still checked it over before he felt at ease.

Weaver Ying couldn't help but muttered "Making a fuss out of a molehill", and then received a snap of his fingers.

Xiao Jinwu said: "You are so stupid, you can't be too nervous."

Weaving shadow frowns, still waiting for refutation.

"Boom--!!"

Dark clouds quickly gathered, and just a moment ago the sun was shining brightly. In less than a moment, the sky was dark, like night, followed by thunder and lightning, and a heavy rain began to fall.

"Why is it raining? What a damn weather!"

"This thunderstorm came at the wrong time!"

The farmers working at the foot of the mountain were busy picking up their hoes and telling the naughty boys to go home. The women at home were busy taking the clothes hanging in the yard into the house, cursing and being very organized, thinking that this was just ordinary.

After the thunderstorm, it was sunny again.

Only two people in the forest caught a hint of the unusual atmosphere.

It's the feet.

Vibration, very subtle vibration.

It is difficult for mortals to detect it, but for gods with keen senses, this vibration is a bit noisy.

Zhi Ying and Little Golden Crow looked at each other and saw a dignified look in each other's eyes.

Suddenly, the mountain was shaken by a sudden tremor, which made people feel sick and almost nauseous.

Without saying a word, Little Golden Crow took her in his arms and jumped up. At the same time, he created a protective barrier to block the heavy rain. The raindrops hit the barrier and made a banging sound.

As he rose to the top of the mountain, his churning stomach finally escaped.

Zhi Ying looked down and saw that wherever he looked, not only the mountains at his feet, but also the entire earth was shaking violently, just like trapped animals imprisoned underground eager to break out of their prisons, risking their lives to fight for it, gathering together and continuously frantically

impact.

The overwhelming darkness makes the shaking of the river and the sea even more heartbreaking.

"What's going on? I'm not letting anyone live anymore!"

"Auntie, I'm afraid..."

"Shanzi, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Houses collapsed, people screamed, and chickens and dogs were restless.

Zhiying made a seal in his hand, and the light flickered, and he suddenly took a picture of it as it shone on the ground.

"Buzz——"

The earthquake on the earth slowed down, and people's anger and sorrow penetrated the sound of rain more clearly and reached the ears, as well as the sound of water in the distance.

Zhiying looked at Little Golden Crow, and what caught his eye was a pale face.

"Axiao..."

Xiao Jinwu saw his face reflected in her eyes and smiled at her: "I'm here."

In the blink of an eye, the sound of water came with a roar.

The faces of both of them were stern, and Weaver Shadow immediately clicked his feet and flew into the air. As he spread his sleeves, snow fell one after another, and when it touched the water, it condensed. The water waves that came ten feet high instantly turned into a curtain of crystal snow.

Someone with sharp eyes saw the person blocking the waves.

"Doctor Gu?! Look, those are Doctor Gu and Mr. Gu!!"

"It turns out they are gods! Let me tell you, how can there be such beautiful people in the world!"

"Oh my God! The gods have appeared!"

For a time, the curiosity about the gods outweighed the fear of natural disasters. One after another, people came out of hiding places, hoping to see the sky. However, they seemed to have forgotten that they had almost all seen doctors at the gods' homes before, and had also been there.

When passing by Chaifei, I secretly took a peek at their stunning faces.
Chapter completed!