God was a little surprised, but when he smelled the aroma of wine on her, he knew why.
She walked in and looked for Zhang everywhere like a headless fly, touching here and there. When she couldn't find him, she got angry and stood there with a stern and fierce face, muttering complaints.
God listened carefully and realized what she was saying: "Where is my bed? Where is my bed?"
It makes people laugh.
After a while, she got tired of searching and slowly sat down, lost in thought.
This was very similar to when she came to pray to the statue in the past.
God misses that time very much, the initial period when the feelings were still fresh.
Slowly, the alcohol seemed to wear off a little. She looked up, saw the statue, blinked hard, and then realized where she was.
What would she say?
God felt a little nervous for some reason. Was it a reminisce after not seeing each other for a long time, or an accusation or rebuke, or maybe just a little bit of longing?
But God could never guess what the little witch was thinking.
He would probably never forget the scene in the bright moonlight, when the little witch's eyes became moist, she was extremely sad, and yet she made a bold request to be the king.
If she became a king and had supreme power, she would no longer have to make so many wishes to God.
She said naively.
God found it funny and ridiculous.
She was so lazy, couldn't stand any hardship, was extremely spoiled, knew nothing about the use of magic, but dreamed of becoming a king.
Perhaps it was because the moonlight that night was too beautiful, or perhaps it was because her drunken state was too adorable. In any case, the usually tolerant and kind God started to tease her a little and asked her in a bewitching tone what she would give in exchange.
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