Three months later
Shen Yulou stared into deep thought as he looked at the Gu worms in the Gu jar, most of which were dead.
His revised plan was to change the Blood Gu King into the Poison Gu King.
The process of cultivating a Gu King generally involves raising all the Gu worms together, and the Gu worms will gradually develop a competitive spirit as they grow.
They will attack and bite each other frantically until they are the only surviving Gu in the entire Gu jar.
He began to doubt whether the poison he had used was too potent; given this mortality rate, ugh…
What if they all die?
But if we switch to a less toxic poison now, it won't be effective against the remaining Gu worms.
Forget it, don't be too hard on yourself.
It's normal for all the gu poisons raised to die; it's a miracle if any survive.
If he dies, he will personally take the field.
If he's not dead... then you've found him.
Shen Yulou gritted his teeth and added a handful of highly poisonous plants to the poison-pounding device next to him.
Drop the green cake, still juicy, from the stone mortar into the jar, then cover and seal it.
The little guy quietly slipped out from Shen Yulou's wrist, and his already chubby body became even fatter from Shen Yulou's blood.
Shen Yulou was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get up.
But it turns out that the little one is a nimble chubby baby, and even though he's chubby, he can run very fast.
Squeezing the soft, fleshy thing in her palm, Shen Meiren felt much happier.
“Our chubby baby has gotten even fatter. Daddy is taking such good care of him.”
The little one nodded obediently, his little head pecking at rice like a chick.
Chubby babies are cute, and dads love them.
Chubby babies have lots of chubby flesh, so dads can kiss them all over.
"Being too fat isn't good either, but this baby is just right."
Touching the baby's body with her fingertips, Shen Yulou prepared to go and check on the little silver ring that had been put on the baby.
The chubby bug turned into a chubby baby, and the little one sat in front of the mirror looking at himself.
Baby, white.
He patted his round, chubby cheeks, his eyes darting upwards frantically, trying to see if Shen Yulou had put the glitter on his face.
"Okay, look how beautiful it is."
Shen Yulou carefully tied the little guy's hair into a small bun, then smiled and kissed the edge of the baby's cheek.
The little one held its head in confusion, unable to see the sparkle, only the upright fur.
"ah!"
Where is the baby's sparkly appearance?
He turned to look at his father, wanting to pinch the little tuft on his head, but found his arms were too short to reach it.
Shen Yulou touched his nose and laughed sheepishly.
There's nothing we can do; the little one is too small, so it's normal that he can't see it.
Just as Shen Yulou was trying to find the shiny thing on the baby's head, there was a knock on the door.
He was a servant to the high priest.
"Did you need something?"
Shen Yulou opened the door a crack and watched him warily.
"The High Priest said he wanted to talk to the Holy Son about the Gu worm test three months from now."
Is there such a procedure?
He frowned, carefully searching his memory.
“This was the high priest’s private decision; he said he had high hopes for the Son of God.”
"As for whether the Holy Son goes or not, that is his own business."
The servant stood calmly at the door, certain that Shen Yulou would go with him.
As a result, Shen Yulou slammed the door shut.
“No, I’ve lived an upright life, and I don’t want him to use these underhanded methods on me.”
A firm voice came from inside the door, and several question marks appeared on Shi Cong's face.
Is it really that open and aboveboard?
It makes the master seem so filthy.
He straightened his sleeves, turned around, and went back to report to Chi Yuan.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground with a "thud," his hands clasped high above his head.
“High Priest, the Holy Son says you are vile.”
Shen Yulou: ? ? ?
With your messenger skills, a world war is inevitable sooner or later.
"Me? Despicable?"
In the distance, within the silver curtain, the bronze cauldron was shrouded in smoke, emitting a strange fragrance.
The tall figure in the black robe couldn't help but chuckle. He held three incense sticks hanging upside down in his hand and swirled them around the bronze cauldron.
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