Mo Zhao was delighted, but then he thought about his current position and realized that it wasn't something he could just quit. He felt distressed...
Huh?! That's not right! What did this immortal friend just say?
I?
Calling yourself 'I'? ?
Could it be...
"My fellow immortal... Is this Master the real deity of the First God?"
Seeing the person nod, Mo Zhao looked up at the sky in frustration, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
After a while, Mo Zhao calmed down and said respectfully to Xi Yao, who was still sitting there, "I wonder what brings you to my humble abode, Master Chu Shen? Is there anything you want me to do?"
Xiyao pointed to the sky.
Mo Zhao looked up at the sky, confused.
"I accidentally lifted the roof of your house while sparring with a friend. When I returned, I saw you covered with a black cloth and a message. I wanted to replace it for you, but I didn't think you would like it, so I didn't. I planned to ask you to buy it later, but who knew..." You slept for three days. If it weren't for the divine breath, I would have thought this bamboo house was deserted...
Hearing this, Mo Zhao touched his nose guiltily and laughed awkwardly: "Hehe, hehe, Immortal... please forgive me, my lord, I rarely have time to rest, and I often spend it in meditation and self-cultivation. I am sorry to have made you laugh."
Meditation? Are you sure you're not sleeping? He even set up a barrier, as if afraid of being disturbed.
Xiyao chuckled, finding this person even more adorable. He was actually quite good at finding words...
Suddenly she remembered that her good friend Que Yan had told her that the God of War Mo Zhao had an unparalleled appearance. Xi Yao stared at the man in front of her. He was dressed in brocade clothes like red maples in autumn, which made him look extremely handsome.
I wonder who will win between this person and Mo Zhao...
Privately, Xiyao felt that the person in front of him must be better.
Xiyao's eyes became increasingly unclear, which made Mo Zhao's back cold. He always felt like a plump little lamb being stared at by a hungry wolf.
Thinking of this, Mo Zhao lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, looking at his fair forearm. He reached out and poked it, and it was indeed soft. No wonder he was targeted.
No, am I overthinking this? According to the conventions in historical books, people like Xiyao, who are at the level of the first god of creation, seem to practice the ruthless way and should be indifferent to love...
Mo Zhao looked up at Xi Yao nervously, and seeing her looking at him with a half-smile, the "should" that he thought he had become even more uncertain.
"Um..." Mo Zhao spoke hesitantly.
"Um?"
"My Lord, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Are you trying to drive me away?
Xiyao raised his eyebrows, glanced at the sky outside, smiled slightly and said, "Nothing to tell you."
"Then you...", aren't you leaving yet?
"It's getting late, and the road is bumpy at night. Why don't you, little fairy, take me in for a night?" Looking at the gradually widening peach blossom eyes of the little fairy in front of him, Xiyao was in a good mood and thought to himself: This world is not so boring. At least the little fairy in front of him is very interesting to tease.
"!! This, this is not good", and sir, do you have eye disease? It is clearly still a long way from dark.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Your Excellency and I are not relatives, nor are we close friends. It is always inappropriate for us to be alone in a room. I am afraid of tarnishing your reputation."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
I do mind. Your expression now makes me feel that if I agree to let you stay here for one night, I will wake up tomorrow and my innocence will be in jeopardy...
The villain in Mo Zhao's heart held his head and howled, his face looking awkward and stiff.
"Does the little fairy mind?"
"No, I dare not."
"Since the little fairy doesn't mind, then so be it," Xi Yao suppressed his smile and looked at the little fairy in front of him with a bitter look on his face, as if the words 'I mind' were almost written on his face.
"Okay, just teasing you."
In the end, Xiyao still didn't want to force this beautiful person in front of him to make a choice against her will. "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. If you have decided on a roof design, come to Jimo Mountain to find me."
Having said that, for the next month, no matter where Mo Zhao was patrolling, he would always run into Xi Yao.
"Hey, look, it's Master Chushen."
"Have we been encountering Lord Chushen too frequently recently?" a little divine soldier thought, stroking his non-existent beard.
"It seems so. Normally, we wouldn't encounter this kind of thing for a thousand years, but in the past month, we've encountered it at least a hundred or eighty times," another little divine soldier chimed in. "Could it be that our luck has turned, and this is the blessing of the Great God of Beginning?"
Several little magic soldiers were talking to each other with wild ideas, only Mo Zhaohe, who was in the lead, and Mo Yu, who was one step away from him, had different expressions on their faces.
Mo Zhao felt helpless and scared. He felt that this hungry wolf staring at him every day could not endure it for a few more days.
Mo Yu behind him felt a strong sense of crisis. He had a hunch that the Lord First God who lived in seclusion had appeared so frequently in the past month, pretending to meet him by chance, because of his general.
"Little fairy, what a coincidence, we meet again, it seems we are destined to meet each other."
Whether you have fate or not, it is not all fate that you create yourself.
Mo Zhao curled his lips and didn't even think about raising his hands to clasp his fists and bow to Xi Yao to say hello, "Sir, may I have a word with you for a moment?" Some things should be clarified, otherwise it will happen several times a day, and one day someone will find out what's going on.
"Please," Xiyao smiled and followed behind Mo Zhao. She saw that he had been wearing the same brocade robe of the same color for a month. The maple red was brighter than blood and was magnificent and unparalleled.
Unexpectedly, during a sparring match with Que Yan, the little immortal he met by chance was Mo Zhao, the god of war who dominated the six realms.
Xiyao held the love secrets he got from his best friend Sheng Quan in his hand, and laughed and shook his head. He never expected that he had no mood for love and had been alone until now, but he was actually moved by the person in front of him.
"Sir, are you interested in marrying me?"
Xiyao's thoughts were brought back by Mo Zhao. He looked into Mo Zhao's sparkling peach blossom eyes and smiled, "Is it so obvious?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhao raised his left hand and shook it. A red line appeared on his middle finger, and the other end of the red line was tied to Xi Yao.
“…”
"Sir, are you going to explain? Why did you tie the red string of the matchmaker to my hand?"
This red string isn't from Yue Lao. The strings in Yue Lao's hand can't bind me...
"Isn't this about taking the initiative?" Seeing that Mo Zhao's words were straightforward, Xi Yao was also ready to speak out.
“…”, well, there’s no need to be so direct.
"My lord, I have no interest in women at the moment." He was worried that if he said he had no interest in love, Xi Yao would say "let's try" to stop him, so Mo Zhao directly destroyed his own reputation.
I never thought...
"It's okay," just as the words fell, Xiyao in front of Mo Zhao had already become a man, half a head taller than him.
"Why is your male form taller than mine?"
Mo Zhao, who had always been confident about his height, realized that Xiyao was taller than him at first sight when he saw his masculine appearance. He couldn't bear it, so the words came out of his mouth and he couldn't stop himself at all.
Xiyao never expected that the little god in front of him would react like this when he saw his male appearance. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
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