Unwritten rules?
The old people who have been in the divine realm for some years all felt sympathy for He Ziqiu. There are no so many rules.
Besides.
None of them present could defeat the powerful God Lord, so as a newly promoted God, he should not even think about it.
"Tsk... tsk... let's spar?" He Ziqiu swallowed and spoke incoherently again, his legs gradually becoming weak.
Let him go.
It is not to boost others' morale and destroy one's own prestige. He knows his own weight. Exchanging ideas is a disguised form of masochism.
Besides, the person I am going to compete with is not an unknown person.
It's their charming ancestor.
At first they all thought that the ancestor was missing, but who would have thought that they would find out after they reached this position and reached the peak.
What is missing.
They have already carved out a path to creation.
"What? Do you have any objections?" Nan Liyue looked at him with deep eyes, without any oppressive aura emanating from her.
But the pressure was so great that He Ziqiu couldn't breathe.
Silent eye suppression.
Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, he waved his hands repeatedly and immediately flattered: "No, no, it is my honor to be able to spar with the Lord Divine Master."
Lin Chuyi: “…” Has the beating started?
As for the others, they all watched this good show silently without saying anything. The Lord God certainly had his reasons for doing so.
They just need to watch.
Let’s discuss things if we say so.
The people sitting in the middle tacitly made way for her. Nan Liyue had no concerns about her status, nor did she have any intention of bullying the weak.
He started out big.
I knew earlier that the charming ancestor's divinity was similar to that of an angel, and at most he had eight wings, but who could tell him what twelve wings were?
Above the gods.
Nan Liyue spread her hands, revealing the twelve wings behind her, and her light blue eyes looked at them with a hint of attachment.
There is a sense of dominating the world.
This is the conclusion reached by the gods.
He Ziqiu stood up tremblingly. He was so panicked that he could only find peace of mind by holding his broken sword tightly.
Nan Liyue chuckled.
He flashed in front of He Ziqiu and clamped He Ziqiu's sword with his index finger. No one could see whether he made a move or not.
The person involved flew out.
It also hit the wall beside it, leaving a deep human-shaped mark.
The gods each have their own agenda.
They were more confused: the Lord God actually didn't need to do it himself, as someone would naturally deal with the boy's crime of clinging to the human world.
But he took action personally to give them a warning.
As a result, those who have recently been promoted have been frightened to the point that their faces turn pale, and they are all worried that it will be their turn next.
Nan Liyue stepped closer to He Ziqiu who had just crawled up from the ground, lowered her head slightly, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Do you know what to say and what not to say?"
He met Nan Liyue's meaningful gaze.
He Ziqiu is not a fool.
I'm afraid he was warning him that he was not allowed to tell A Yan about his relationship with Nan Shuai, and A Yan had to verify it himself.
What's the point of fighting to the end? No one takes them seriously at all.
So, everything is under his control.
A Yan is in trouble.
He even wants to make someone else's daughter a child bride, but he doesn't know that he has already been targeted by the other person. If he really has this idea, the other person's father will kill him.
He nodded: "I understand, I will never reveal a single word."
Hear a satisfactory answer.
Nan Liyue then turned around and stopped making things difficult for him.
Just as he turned around, he came face to face with Nan Yao, who was holding a bag of feathers. "Old man, you're losing a lot of feathers."
"puff."
Someone laughed out loud, and the atmosphere became less depressing.
Looking at Nan Yao, whose nose was covered in feathers, Nan Liyue helped her remove the feathers and said lovingly, "You."
"What are you doing with my feathers this time?"
"Hmm?" Nan Yao's face wrinkled into a ball, and she really thought seriously: "How about making a fan? No, last time it was a fan..."
"Then think about it slowly. Tell me when you've made up your mind. If it's not enough, I'll drop a little more." Nan Liyue took her hand and walked towards the main seat.
Look at how the two of them get along.
The old men in the divine world were all used to it, and only the newcomers who had never seen the world would show jaw-dropping expressions.
Is this... the God Lord who is difficult to get along with?
Sit down again.
Nan Liyue glanced at the new recruits one by one and said softly, "All of you new recruits recently..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Nangong Zhi was already frightened.
He fell to his knees with a thud and confessed, "Lord God, I didn't mean to tease your daughter. I..."
Nan Yao slapped her head.
This kid must be scared silly. If he doesn't say anything and he doesn't say anything, the old guy may not know about it.
But it's not certain if he says it out loud.
Could it be that he thought that He Ziqiu was beaten because He Ziqiu provoked her and then he complained to the old man?
It seems a bit like...
The worst thing is his good friend.
Ye Siyin couldn't bear to watch it, and cursed in his heart: This brainless guy, why didn't he realize before that he likes to confess without being asked?
"Oh?" Nan Liyue's eyes flashed with a gleam. She was smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "You are quite honest, kid."
"So... can you hit me a little less harshly?" Nangong Zhi discussed the conditions.
"Do you think that this Lord God called you to discuss personal grudges?" Nan Liyue directly stated what they were worried about.
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