This kind of thought is very terrifying, especially for the gods. Once this thought is confirmed, it will be enough to destroy the foundation of a god and knock it out of the mortal world.

Beichen quietly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and quietly cut dozens of starry auras, which cut off 80% of the influence of Lu Zhao on him, supplemented by the power of inheriting the cave heaven. Only then did he forcibly suppress the confusion power that urged his natal god to join Lu Zhao's divine way.

call!

After doing all this, Beichen's entire person was relaxed.

"If it weren't for fellow Taoists to save me this time, Beichen would probably have to sink into this mystery world." He said.

"It's okay!" Lu Zhao quickly looked up at him and said lightly. There was a faint disgust in his words, not disgusting the other party, but his neurotic disgust. For a long time, he had become accustomed to understanding the way he would do or should do. In return, he liked to tell others what he had learned on the spot. As for what impact the things he realized would have on others, it was completely out of his consideration.

Or rather, he had no time to think about these things. God was fair, giving him a nearly madman understanding, and also taking away time when he could have thought of many other things.

To put it bluntly, this tricky enlightenment took up too much time for his enlightenment.

As a normal man, he also hopes to be fucked by girls... ah... it is to pick up girls, and he also hopes to live a normal life.

However, it is obvious that he took a casual glance at the group of Yin Gods who smelled the incense of the world, who were like male dogs who were springing, and could realize the relationship between the Daoxin Demon and the God's prosperous disaster. Now Lu Zhao has completely lost his fate with normal life, and is only half a step away from the madman. Uh, he may be a madman.

Therefore, Lu Zhao hated himself very much and hated this almost perverted understanding.

"Fellow Daoist... Fellow Daoist..." Beichen tried his best to keep himself a friendly smile, although his handsome face looked even worse than crying.

"Uh...?...ah...oh..." After being interrupted by Beichen, Lu Zhao realized that he was dazed again and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm old and have poor spirits. I'm prone to distract myself when talking. Don't be surprised."

After all, Lu Zhao also saved him from his confused state. This is kindness.

Although Beichen wished to slap Lu Zhao to death, he had to smile with him, but muttered in his heart: "Who are you confused? The gods in the position of Gongcao will be distracted? Are you an idiot, or do you treat me as an idiot?"

The two of them looked at each other silently in this strange atmosphere. Lu Zhao had a habit of looking at people's eyes. When he was a mortal, he had this habit. When he met strangers, the first thing he did was not to introduce himself, but to stare at others' eyes for a few minutes; then to work in the Mind Museum, which was even more so. Then, when he became a god, the mortal could no longer stand him, and anyone who stared at him had to go to the point of three days.

It is rare to encounter a deep-looking eyes that reflects the starry sky. No matter what you say, Lu Zhao must study it carefully, otherwise wouldn't it be a loss for himself?

It was quiet around, and only a group of hungry and thirsty ghosts could hear the sound of sucking incense on earth, and they were all ruthless.

"Fellow Daoist, I have flowers on my face?" Beichen felt uncomfortable when he was seen by Lu Zhao. It seemed that if he was taken down, any color of underwear he wore today would be seen through his eyes by Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao had no idea that he was equated with the Rabbit in Beichen's heart, so he shook his head slightly, meaning "no flowers". He had no intention of expressing any opinions on Beichen's meaningless question. He would only answer and ask about things that were interested in himself and that damn divine nature. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!