Song Shuhang was allergic to eyeballs, although he himself was more diligent in changing the eyeballs of the Saints than he was in changing glasses. But in fact, he was a little traumatized by all kinds of beautiful eyeballs.
It was for no other reason than that he had been criticized too many times.
The big shots of the planet with big eyes wanted to criticize him whenever they got the chance. How difficult was it for him to live until now?
There was also some amazing Saints who would always appear in his dreams like nightmares, explaining to him about the third eye on the forehead, the natural double pupils, and even the spider eye research plan.
In addition, he was also criticized by an eyeball-shaped 'god', which was a Stage Nine guy in the cultivation system.
These were all big heads, and in fact, there were many small heads whose eyeballs had criticized him before, but I won't go into details.
"Hello, Senior." Song Shuhang looked at the youth and did the basic courtesy.
"No need to be so restrained." The youth smiled and came to a small table in the garden and sat down, gesturing for Song Shuhang to sit anywhere he wanted.
Song Shuhang was actually not restrained. After all, he saw Senior White Two, the ruler of the Netherworld, every day … He was just more polite.
So, he sat down on a chair next to the youth and asked, "Senior, do we know each other?"
When he pushed the door and entered just now, the senior seemed to have seen an acquaintance and naturally greeted him.
"No, we're meeting for the first time. I'm just being friendly, you don't have to worry too much. "The youth was still smiling.
So far, it seemed that this senior had a good personality and was quite easy to talk to.
As they were talking, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and soon there was a drizzle.
"Huh? Didn't the weather forecast say it would be sunny today? "The youth asked aloud.
At this moment, a mechanical metal voice sounded, "My Lord, the weather forecast says it will be sunny tomorrow, but today it will be sunny and drizzling."
Song Shuhang: "…"
"Sigh, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have arranged to meet in the garden, we should have met indoors." The youth regretfully got up and said to Song Shuhang, "Well, because of certain reasons, my existence is greatly restricted. Now even the means of predicting the weather is used as much as possible. "
"However, I can make an exception today." The young man snapped his fingers as he finished speaking.
Soon after, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the rain stopped. The sun continued to shine its brilliant rays on the small garden.
Song Shuhang's face was expressionless — because he was a straightforward person who spoke his mind and had a straight face. At this time, in order to avoid being read, he forced himself to maintain an expressionless face.
"If it affects the climate slightly, it won't affect the world in a very small area. Little Friend Ba Song, you can do it too. " The youth sat back down and said, "Oh right, I can't tell you my name, my existence, or my identity. You don't mind, do you? "
"I don't mind. I understand," Song Shuhang said.
"Thank you." The young man smiled warmly and raised his hand.
In the distance, a beautiful, diamond-like … eyeball floated over. The eyeball had a pair of slender arms. It floated over and served immortal tea to Song Shuhang and the young man.
It was another eyeball, and this eyeball that was used to serve tea looked very precious. If he took it out and sold it, he could get a lot of spirit stones, right?
"This is an immortal tea I cultivated myself. I haven't named it yet. Try it, "the young man said.
Song Shuhang held up the teacup, and a faint aroma of tea wafted over.
Just smelling the aroma of the tea made him feel refreshed. His body and soul seemed to be cleansed, and his fatigue was gone.
The effect of this immortal tea … was comparable to the immortal tea he drank at the Striped Dragon Ruler of the Netherworld. It was far from something ordinary Spirit Green Tea could compare to.
For ordinary cultivators, this cup of tea alone was an immortal opportunity.
No wonder he was a big fat sheep who lost ten times in gambling. He was so rich … It seemed that the treasures won by the Carefree Rogue Immortal were only a drop in the bucket.
Song Shuhang took a sip of the immortal tea and felt that his lifespan had increased slightly. His physique had also increased … It was estimated that after drinking this cup of immortal tea plus the physique that Song Shuhang had accumulated, his 41 Holy Apes would become 42.
The virtuous lamia floated behind him. She had just appraised this immortal tea, and there was no problem with it. If there was a problem, she would stop Song Shuhang immediately.
Of course, it could also be that the 'method' in this immortal tea was too clever, and she couldn't detect it. But if it was really that level of method, it didn't matter if Song Shuhang drank the tea or not. With that level of method, even if the other party didn't use the immortal tea, they could still use various methods to bury the 'method' in Song Shuhang's body.
The young man held the immortal tea and took a sip. "It's not a drop in the bucket, and I'm not a big fat sheep," he said.
Song Shuhang: "…"
Was it the mind-reading technique of a big shot again?
All the big shots liked to use the mind-reading technique on others. This was truly a sinful magical technique, and it was definitely the magical technique that should be erased the most in the world.
If one day, according to Senior Scarlet Heaven, Lady Onion really became the Wielder of the Will, he would definitely find a way to ask Lady Onion to give him face and erase the 'mind-reading technique' from the universe.
"It's not the mind-reading technique," the young man said with a smile. "As I said, my existence is actually very limited. I don't even take the initiative to respond to the changes in the weather. If I were to use a magical technique like the mind-reading technique, it would also be limited. I just guessed your thoughts through the changes in Little Friend Xiaoyao's expression, as well as the conversation between you and Little Friend Xiaoyao in the Wealth Scattering Throne. "
Song Shuhang said, "Heavens."
It turned out that it wasn't the mind-reading technique, but rather the 'face-reading technique' that the big shot had used against him.
He had clearly tried his best to be 'expressionless', but he had enjoyed drinking the immortal tea too much just now, and accidentally broke through, revealing his expression on his face.
[My heart is so tired. Is there a magical technique that can solidify facial expressions? I'll need such a magical technique when I'm facing a big shot.]
He remembered that one of Senior White's clones seemed to have a similar ability. He wondered if he would have the opportunity to meet him again among the many clones of Senior White.
"Actually, my luck has always been very good." The young man took a sip of tea.
Song Shuhang also took a sip of tea. "Ten bets, ten losses?"
"You can't pierce my heart." The young man smiled. "I lost on purpose."
[So, you really took a fancy to Senior Xiaoyao?] This thought immediately emerged in Song Shuhang's mind.
"I'm just dealing with a batch of garbage." The young man stretched out his index finger and shook it gently. "The treasures in my warehouse are increasing with every passing moment. Among them, there are high-quality treasures, but there are also many treasures that I don't need at all. If they keep piling up, it will be very unsightly. Therefore, I will use some means to get rid of this garbage every once in a while. "
La … garbage?
Those aren't garbage, Senior. Those are treasures, treasures recognized by the world of cultivators!
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