Chapter 130 The Sad Little God of Misfortune
Li Zang thought about it and felt that it might be a matter of feelings.
For him at this point in time, twenty yuan was a day's food money, a huge sum of money.
But for the little unlucky god, thirteen dollars is also a huge sum of money, and even more than that...
After all, ten years of savings was only nearly four hundred dollars, which was simply outrageous for a god.
Moreover, it is obvious that the little unlucky girl is not lavish in spending money, as can be seen from the fact that she even wanted to eat the buns that fell on the ground.
But even so, the little god of misfortune still generously treated us to the meal and even said that it was not enough and there was more.
This is such a friendly thing!
Li Zang was filled with emotion!
Apart from his family, the only person who could give him this kind of treatment was Shen Yuemo.
To him, Momo is also someone who can give up everything to satisfy him.
Often, as long as he said a word, Momo would willingly give him everything she had.
In the past, when he was young and ignorant, he often tricked Mo into spending money on himself... People in the world gave him the nickname, the little gigolo king.
But later, I became sensible and knew Momo's good points, so I cheated her less often.
But now, there is one more little unlucky god.
This little unlucky god is a bit unlucky, but he is still a very nice person.
This friend can be made~
Li Zang's expression gradually softened. He handed the skewers to the little god of misfortune and said softly, "You should eat something too. I ate this morning, so I'm not that hungry."
The little unlucky god originally wanted to say no, but after seeing Li Zang's eyes, he somehow couldn't say no.
"Hehehe...thank you, boss."
Li Zang:? ? ?
The little unlucky girl carefully picked up a skewer from the bag and started eating. She was cautious not because she was embarrassed, but because she was wary that the meat on the skewer might fall off at any time...
This kind of thing happens frequently to the little unlucky god.
It's not safe to hold it with both hands, let alone this kind of skewered food.
When the little unlucky god eats, he always unconsciously shakes his little feet that can't touch the ground.
"How did you get through the past ten years?"
Li Zang was curious about how the little god of misfortune lived during the ten years he lived alone.
The little god of misfortune looked up and said, "I have always lived alone. I did meet a god before. She was the god of the forest. I lived with her for a while, but I was unlucky and always hurt her accidentally. Then I left."
"Then... I wandered around by myself. Well, it was actually quite free, wasn't it?"
Li Zang heard some insincerity in the little god's tone.
Freedom?
The so-called freedom does not mean living alone.
Li Zang sighed.
To be honest, if it were him, wandering alone in the world like a wandering ghost, he would definitely not be able to bear this situation.
It's so lonely.
Humans are social animals. Although I don’t know if gods are the same, judging from the reaction of the Little God of Misfortune when he saw him, it is obvious that gods cannot stand the feeling of loneliness either.
This is really not difficult to understand.
After all, the eight million gods, like the angel army, also survive by relying on their functions. For them, their strength is innately constant and they do not need to practice at all. Practice does not have much use or meaning.
If you have that much time, you might as well walk around the pedestrian street a few more times.
From the communication, Li Zang learned that Little God of Misfortune developed self-awareness more than ten years ago, and had the ability to move freely ten years ago.
The Little God of Misfortune has lived alone in this world for ten years. His only friend is probably the forest god who lives in the Greater Khingan Range.
The geo-god cannot be separated from the environment in which he lives, so when the little god of misfortune is determined to leave secretly, the forest god cannot find him back.
The Little God of Bad Luck rarely uses his bad luck ability to affect others. Of course, if you are not careful, then there is nothing you can do...
After all, the little unlucky god can't even control himself from getting unlucky.
Besides, it is impossible to let the little unlucky god hide in a deserted place all day long, although it is indeed uncomfortable to be isolated from the crowd and unable to integrate into the society.
But, in everything, we are afraid that there are worse options.
On weekdays, the little god of misfortune spends his days wandering around, watching passers-by coming and going and various lively events.
For the little unlucky god, most of the time the only communication is to show up for a short period of time and buy something.
…
"Is this your home?"
Li Zang looked at the unfinished building with ventilation on all sides. Although it could be considered clean, the original and old style made people disagree. The broken windows were casually sealed with wooden boards, and wisps of cool wind penetrated in through the gaps, as if chilling his heart.
In addition, there were very few items in the room. The desks and chairs were very old. Judging from their styles, they should be old desks and chairs discarded by a school. There were some old books on the table, and you could vaguely see some childish graffiti drawn with correction fluid on the table.
Secondly, there is a blackboard hanging on the wall, with some crooked words and pinyin written on it, and some traces of being wiped.
A vivid picture suddenly appeared in Li Zang's mind. In the picture, the little unlucky god was studying, reading, and learning words seriously in this room. Occasionally, when he was in a daze, he would look at the narrow sky through the gap in the window door.
And the daily life is like holding a steamed bun in your hand, and there is not a drop of oil in the dishes...
When Li Zang thought of this, his heart turned sour.
What a pity!
But it also seemed to be within expectations... After all, his bad luck and poverty were real, and it didn't seem strange that a person could live such a miserable life.
Rather, he was very surprised that the little unlucky god didn't live under a bridge or on a park bench...
"Hehe, sit anywhere you want."
The little god of misfortune did not seem embarrassed at all. His slightly depressed face was filled with a silly smile: "My house is OK, isn't it? It's spacious, right?"
"Your home is great, very... minimalist."
Li Zang used the art of speaking to euphemistically express another way of saying shabby.
An apartment with three bedrooms and a living room is not small, but the reason why it is called an unfinished house is self-evident. It is a house that has been eliminated and is no longer suitable for living.
"Hehehe, if you like, you can come and stay here. I'll clean up a room for you!"
There was no concealment of expectation in the eyes of the little god of misfortune.
When the little god of misfortune found that Li Zang was able to deal with the many unexpected dangers brought about by his bad luck with ease, he sincerely wanted to be friends with Li Zang.
She wanted a friend, a friend who could be with her day and night and accompany her.
Although this was the first time I met Li Zang, I didn't know what kind of person he was.
But none of that matters.
No matter what kind of person Li Zang is, even if he is an unforgivable villain, she has chosen Li Zang anyway.
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Li Zang was fixed on the gaze of the Little God of Misfortune, and felt a slight chill on his back.
He could feel the sincerity of Little God of Bad Luck, and he could probably see what Little God of Bad Luck was up to.
Little unlucky god, he must be too lonely to show such obvious flattery.
well……
Li Zang's eyes gradually softened, and he said softly, "A Shuai, how about I introduce you to some new friends?"
He decided to subdue eight million gods and... hand them all over to the little god of misfortune for management.
(End of this chapter)
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