“Hiss, it hurts, it hurts—”

In a branch of the Renhuang Pavilion somewhere in the north, Wu Wan lay on a wooden chair with a medicinal scented towel on his forehead and sighed for a while.

Wine is really not a good thing. Drink less if you can.

Even a demigod can't stand this!

On the ground nearby, Master Xiaojian was sound asleep.

The snoring was louder than the roar of the God of Thunder outside Cloud City.

A moment ago, Wu Wang was helped back here by Taoist Xiaojian and the Great Elder.

Seeing that Wu Wan looked a little pale and was sweating all over his body, Taoist Xiaojian smiled and said:

"Is this wine really that powerful?"

Wu Wan didn't say much, and took out the big gourd. The Taoist Taoist Xiao Jian smiled slightly, tapped his sword lightly, drew out a wisp of wine, and drank it with his mouth open.

With a bang, very quickly, the swordsman lay down.

He didn't get drunk or make any noise, he just lay there and fell asleep. The wine he drank was pretty good.

Seeing this, the great elder wisely put away the old man's curiosity.

"Sect Master," the First Elder asked warmly, "Do you need me to help you with your hangover?"

"Great Elder, please sit down and take a rest," Wu Wan grinned, "I'll just ask Su Qing to help me sleep for a while later."

Help me sleep? How else can I help?

The great elder's old eyes were suddenly filled with the joy of someone who had come before.

"Tell me, Great Elder," Wu Wan muttered, "What does this God of Sleep mean?"

The Great Elder smiled and said: "No, he was drunk by you, the sect leader, and with the help of experts from the Xuannv Sect, he broke his guard, and then..."

"Who his true identity is and what his true identity is, he hasn't revealed a single bit."

Wu Wan closed his eyes in discomfort and whispered:

"The power of Taoist wine is extraordinary. He must have been affected. The wine is surrounding him. This cannot be faked.

One thing is, if he is only partially conscious here and his body is hiding in the dark, he can be drunk in front of us, but still remain rational.

This antique god is really difficult to deal with."

The great elder groaned softly and asked: "Then why did he deliberately expose this?"

"Oh, hi——"

Wu Wan made a trembling sound at the top of his throat, and the blue bird fluttered its wings and landed on the corner of the table next to it, looking at Wu Wan worriedly.

Wu Wan smiled calmly at Qingniao and tried to sit up straight, but felt a little weak.

Taoist wine from other people’s houses: The wine is mixed with a little Taoist charm.

The Taoist wine of the old-timers: The Taoism is mixed with a drop of wine.

There is no one left.

Wu Wang said: "When he comes to the human realm this time, it shouldn't be as simple as drawing lots."

The Great Elder said seriously: "Sect Master, do you think he is lying?"

"There should be very few truths about what he said about himself."

Wu Wan thought for a moment with his head about to split, and whispered:

"The Great Wilderness has a long history. The rise of our human race is only in the recent era of gods. Even if we encounter some old monsters, it is actually nothing strange.

He must have sensed the murderous intent of Pavilion Master Liu and me.

The information told to us at this time is probably the same vision that can be discovered after we kill him.

To put it simply, if we solve his clone, we will be able to discover his true identity; but then he will have a grudge with the human realm, and there will be no way for him to remain a mere wallflower.

He will be exposed anyway, and he still wants to continue using his false identity as the God of Sleep."

Wu Wan grinned again:

"Seriously speaking, Tiangong is also unlucky.

It's just that the avenue is special, and there aren't many big commanders in the city who hold high positions and control the power; but the old god who is really good at planning is protecting himself wisely.

This is the disadvantage of using people in the Heavenly Palace based on the theory of family origin instead of the theory of ability."

The great elder thought for a while and asked: "Sect Master, is this god deliberately trying to scare us?"

"He will definitely give us some proof next."

Wu Wang said: "He must have sensed the crisis in the Heavenly Palace this time and took the opportunity to come to the human realm. Maybe he deliberately chose the human realm as a hiding place.

He disclosed this this time probably because he intended to make an exchange with us."

The great elder wondered: "Exchange?"

"He has a lot of secrets in the Heavenly Palace in his hands, and he needs a human realm to protect him."

Wu Wan groaned a few times, looked at the great elder, and his voice subconsciously became softer.

"In this old god's judgment, there will be great turmoil in the world...According to the information I know at this time, this is 80% true.

Our human realm can make the Heavenly Palace fearful. We have survived through dark and turbulent times several times, so there must be some basis for it.

What I can think of is that the characteristics given by the Great Way of Fire and the back-up left by the late Emperor Fuxi prevented powerful men like the Emperor and Empress from coming.

The back-up man in the human realm can deal with Emperor Kuang, and he can deal with Zhulong."

The great elder's eyes lit up, he leaned back slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Is this god thinking so far-reaching?"

"It should be."

Wu Wan breathed out softly and said to the great elder:

"Brother Xiaojian Dao has gone to bed. I will trouble you to go to the Great Elder to report to Pavilion Master Liu later, and I will tell you my suggestions.

First, completely block this matter. If anyone leaks any information, all the masters who appeared in the restaurant today will go to show their souls in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Second, let’s see later how he proves the truth of what he said today. If he can’t prove it, he would rather kill the wrong person than leave any hidden dangers.

Third, surround the temple. When I wake up, I can search inside.

Didn't he say that his true body is hidden in a place where no one can find it?

If he is really a hidden old god who has no sense of belonging to the Heavenly Palace and just wants to enjoy the shade under a big tree, then he is just like a casual cultivator who mixes with some forces in our human realm.

Where do these casual cultivators usually keep their property?"

The great elder thought for a moment and said, "Take it with you...I understand."

"Why--"

Wu Wan covered his forehead and groaned a few times, "The fake wine from the old man is really powerful."

The First Elder smiled, then got up and left. He took Taoist Xiaojian and put it under his ribs. He also told Lin Su Qing a few times to take good care of the sect master, and then rushed to find some pavilion masters to return to his life.

At the same time, in the temple of the Sleeping God...

stupid.

Beside the cloud-like bed of the God of Sleep, the God of Sleep sat there blankly with his eyes straightened.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dozens of beautiful waiters knelt or stood nearby, looking worriedly at the God of Sleep. The God of Sleep put his hands in his hair, rubbed it for a while, and finally sighed.

tone.

He murmured: "I feel more and more that the fate of living beings has arrived."

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Go to sleep, it's nothing," the God of Sleep waved his hand, and the figures around them each bowed, bowed their heads, and retreated to the beds around the temple.

Or they sleep in pairs hugging each other, or they lie alone on their sides.

Each messenger's sleeping posture is very graceful, and within the gracefulness, there is also a sense of...stiffness.

"What to do?"

The God of Sleep held his forehead and muttered: "Why is the wine brewed by the Human Emperor so strong? It is even stronger than the wine made by the Dionysian back then. By the way, how did the Dionysus die?"

From that moment of murmuring, he would sometimes laugh and sometimes sigh.

In fact, he was also drunk.

"This bastard Da Si Ming," Sleep God gritted his teeth and cursed, "he chose me. Really, believe it or not, I will reveal my identity and knock you down directly.

No, we can’t give Di Kuang a cheap price.

All the powerful gods who could make me sacrifice my life have long since died!"

There was a slight sneer on his fair face, but after the sneer, his eyes began to stare blankly again.

The alcohol was as strong as someone taking a rolling pin and running it over and over again all over his body.
To be continued...