unscrupulous angel

This is an incomparably wonderful world, with luxuriant grass, shady trees, and gurgling brooks, it can really be called a paradise.

Under a bodhi tree, an old man is sitting on a recliner, holding a purple sand teapot in his hand.

The old man was sleeping with his eyes closed, when he suddenly felt something and opened his eyes.

"What is this breath?" The old man frowned slightly, counted his fingers, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "I didn't expect that this kid's godhead would be awakened so quickly. Not bad, not bad, it seems that he should recover his real body." It won't take long."

The old man was talking in a trance, as if he was an outsider.

However, his appearance is really not comparable to the word "superior", he is a wretched old man!

There is only one old man in the world who can grow up to be so wretched.

That's right, this old man is the master of the big hooligan, the old hooligan!

"Not good!" The old hooligan suddenly thought of something again, his expression changed, and he muttered to himself, "I am not the only one who has awakened the godhead and felt that breath. Destroy that guy now He has been completely awakened. Although his strength has not yet returned to the peak, there are few people in the world who can fight against him. With his current strength, if he follows that aura to find him, wouldn't that kid..."

The more the old hooligan thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was very wrong, and his brows subconsciously frowned into the word "Chuan".

"Do you want to go over and have a look? That kid is the last hope. If he dies, it will really be the end of the world. However, even if I pass by, his meowing seems useless. I I can't do anything with that guy that destroys, even if destroying wants to kill that kid, I can't stop him. Marle Gobi, as a bystander, is really annoying!"

The old rascal took a sip of tea, clicked his mouth, and said, "Wipe, forget it, no matter the bird, that kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he shouldn't hang up so easily. What I can do for him, old man, is almost He has done it too, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it can only be seen by himself.”

"But then again, what did the guy who created it think about it? I really don't want to have the inner world and the book of creation? Abandoning the godhead, this is devotion!"

Shaking his head, the old hooligan waved his hands vigorously, "Go to hell, I don't want to, it's a waste of brain cells! I'm a bystander, a pot of tea, laughing at the prosperity of the world, the affairs of the world have nothing to do with me. Sleep and sleep, people die and birds turn upside down, immortal for thousands of years, Mahler Gobi!"