He stretched out his other hand, Qiu Bicheng held the corner of Sun Weiming's clothes with one hand, touched the weirdo's hand lightly with the other, then immediately retracted it, his eyes rolled, and he spoke like Sridhar Roy
: "No, no, you're welcome!"
Dong Pingsheng quickly introduced: "Angel, this is the master of our 531 Netherworld Hall, the Purple Spider Ten-Armed Man is calling Mr. Guo."
Sun Weiming had seen all kinds of weirdos, but he had never seen one with this kind of appearance. He stammered: "Hello, I am Sun Weiming."
He appealed to Mr. Guo with a big smile and said, "I look very strange. I am self-aware, so I didn't go down to greet you. Please forgive me."
Seeing his amiable appearance, Sun Weiming carefully joked: "Indeed, this kind of dignity is really rare."
"Rarely seen? Ha... there is only one family of all spirits, there is no other semicolon." called Guo Dao.
When Sun Weiming heard this, he immediately thought that he must be an ancient figure. There is no reincarnation after death. Sun Weiming exclaimed: "You are a race of people from millions of years ago!"
He stretched out three hands at the same time, as if giving a thumbs up, and said: "Brilliant! In fact, the theory of evolution is wrong. In the end, an excellent race like ours will not be able to survive a million years of calamity and will be completely wiped out. What do you think?
, Two heads are so smart, ten hands are so convenient, but there is only one mouth, so you can talk less and make fewer mistakes."
Qiu Bicheng muttered: "Yes, four ears and four eyes, of course he is very good and a living god."
He appealed to Guo and said: "You dwarves are lucky enough not to die. We Purple Spider Ten-Armed People are pitiful. We are all dead. Even those in the spirit world have been reincarnated. I am the only one left. If I hadn't waited for the angels
When the time comes, maybe I will be reincarnated."
Sun Weiming was shocked and said: "You have stayed away from reincarnation for a million years, is it just to wait for me?"
He nodded and said, "Thank you Dong Pingsheng. You go ahead and do your work. I'll just talk to Angel. Angel, Miss Qiubicheng, let's go. Please come with me."
Everyone in Dong Pingsheng's place shook hands with Sun Weiming politely and then left. This was polite enough, but it was also too conscientious.
He called on Guo to take Sun Weiming to his exclusive room. After experiencing the Book of the Past and the Ancient Zhonglie Pagoda, Sun Weiming knew that these human beings from millions of years ago were all great people, and he had more respect for him in his heart.
Jing Guo's room doesn't really look like a room, it looks like a garden.
"Master, we have a distinguished guest today." A flower that looked like a chrysanthemum actually spoke.
Sun Weiming and Qiubicheng were both startled. Qiubicheng hid behind Sun Weiming and said nervously: "Living God, there are monsters here."
As soon as she said this, the whole flower garden was in chaos, and every flower was scolding: "What a monster, you are the monster!"
"Sophora japonica, that's right. We should be demons, right, flower demons."
"Lanhua, don't lose your sense of proportion. She added the word "weird" to the monster she talked about. This is obviously looking down on us."
"Yes, this weird word has a derogatory feel." A rose-shaped flower said angrily. The two leaves were bent to the top of the stem, as if a person put his hands on his hips when he was angry.
"Ugh...she said we are monsters." Some little flowers began to shed tears like dewdrops.
The purple spider ten-armed man called to Mr. Guo, floating in the air, with his ten hands everywhere comforting the "flowers" he raised, looking very embarrassed, coaxing: "Miss Qiubicheng means no harm, be good, don't cry
, don’t cry.”
Sun Weiming almost laughed. The dignified Master of Wusanyi Hall, a great figure in ancient times, was sweating profusely because of these flowers.
Sun Weiming couldn't help but play the Tianxiao and said: "You have misunderstood, monsters are words of praise."
Like a rose, the leaves returned to normal and said: "Who are you? Your voice is so charming."
Sun Weiming continued to use the Tianxiao to chase the sounds and replied: "I am Sun Weiming, this is the dwarf priest. Please forgive me for the many offences we have offended."
"Wow, your voice is great, it sounds so good." Chrysanthemum held the petals with its leaves and tilted its "head" and said intoxicatedly.
"We have no ill intentions, and we also have demon friends." Sun Weiming said.
Sun Weiming's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect. They seemed to have forgotten the harm the word "monster" had just caused them, and were now intoxicated.
Calling on Guo to interject: "They are my guests, I..."
He was interrupted before he finished speaking, "Stop yelling, you are so ugly." Rose shouted.
"Yeah, it has no taste at all."
"That's right, he is not as personable, gentle and elegant as this elder brother."
"You are a nymphomaniac. You can't stand it. By the way, my elder brother just said that his name is..."
"You are a nymphomaniac. You didn't even pay attention to what the elder brother said. His name is Sun Weiming."
The whole flower garden was full of joy, every flower seemed to be dancing, and the little flowers no longer shed tears, but seemed to be singing.
Calling on Guo muttered: "Really, it's so different."
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." A flower like a morning glory said, "Brother, you just said that you also know some demon cultivators?"
Sun Weiming nodded, and continued to play the Tianxiao and said: "My best friend Sridhar Roy is an electric demon."
"Dian Yao, wow, so amazing!" The flowers started talking again.
Sun Weiming wanted to continue their friendship, but thinking of Huaying who was locked in the eclipse needle by Qimohasa, he said: "I also have a friend named Huaying, who should also be a demon cultivator."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the flowers were stunned.
Sun Weiming was also frightened by their actions, but Qiubicheng stuck his head out and waved his hand back and forth in front of a flower, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother, do you know Master Huaying?" A peony said as if she was showing great courage.
"It is your master! It was locked up in a place, and I rescued it." Sun Weiming said.
Suddenly, all the flowers burst into tears, calling Guo again in a hurry, "Don't, don't, don't cry..."
Sun Weiming asked urgently: "Calling Mr. Guo, do you know what is going on?"
Guo Guo saw that he could not stop the sadness of the flowers, so he simply gave up and let them cry, saying: "They were plants of Tianfuxing when they were alive. Plants are different from us. They only have plant spirits and no souls. And these
The flower absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivated the 'Soul Planting', but the skill is not enough and it has not yet become a demon."
They cried louder and louder, calling Guo sighed and continued: "Huaying is their master. In a sudden change, except for Huaying who was not in Tianfuxing and escaped, they all escaped because they had not yet become demons."
, unable to move, all buried in Tianfuxing."
The flowers and dewdrops are like rain, making people feel sad.
Calling on Guo, he said: "They didn't want to enter the 'beast spirit', so their souls wandered on Tianfu Star. When I went to Tianfu Star one time, I saw how pitiful they were, so I took them back to the Underworld Hall and made offerings to them.