The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 612: Deer hoodwinking (1)

Chapter 612: Deer hoodwinking (1)

Translator: 549690339

His face was gloomy, sometimes aggrieved, sometimes mournful, sometimes unwilling, and sometimes resentful. He walked towards Lulu, his eyes dark.

Three more steps …

Plop.

He knelt down at Lulu’s feet.

He was really down on his luck. He thought that he had picked a soft bun, but who knew that he had picked a tough one!

This tough guy could turn stones into gold, summon the wind and rain, and turn beans into soldiers …

He had been learning for a thousand years, but he hadn’t even scratched the surface.

“A true God … This little one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, showing off in front of you is embarrassing.” The man’s expression changed, and he actually directly turned into a Gray Man.

The best spell technique he had learned was to make himself look better, Lulu’s chubby little jiojio stacked on top of each other and stomped on it.

“Why did you lie to Lulu?”

“You look the easiest to fool,” the man said with his head drooped.

“I’ve been cultivating in fusang for a thousand years. Fusang likes to nurture their family spirit, so I can be safe at home. Some will also use it to do evil.”

“If there’s worship from the human world, one’s cultivation will be faster.

There are also people who can provide the money for their cultivation.”

“We came to the great Zhou with an envoy from fusang. We came once when the Crown Prince was young. At that time, he had followed a little girl from an aristocratic family. He had tried to use the little girl to grow up with the Crown Prince so that he could control her in the future. Who knew that I only touched the corner of His Highness’s clothes, and both my hands were chopped off.”

“Now … Now, he’s targeting you. Who, who, who knows that you … You’re actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” The more the man thought about it, the angrier he became. He actually directly raised his hand and gave himself a slap.

Why was he so unlucky?

He, a false god, had actually encountered a true God!

This person didn’t even try to hide the divine spark on his body, and it suppressed him so much that his entire body was trembling.

“So, you’re here to plot against Jiang Jiang?” Lulu tiptoed and rested his chin on his right hand, as if he was thinking about something.

“What do you need from their offerings? Is it beneficial to your cultivation?” Lulu was suddenly curious.

How was the family deity worshipped?

The man paused for a moment and looked around. He saw Lulu’s meaningful gaze. Suddenly, the dishes stopped.

“Don’t try to lie to me. Your current strength is inferior to mine and you can’t beat me. In the future, when you cultivate to become a true God, let’s put it this way. There is a difference in status, and you will also fall into my hands in the future.” The little girl smiled with a simple and honest face. After all, her godmother was the greatest God.

“What if you stop cultivating and become an evil god or a spiritual monster? Don’t be afraid, you’re still going to fall into my hands. Who asked me to have someone above me?” Lulu blinked his eyes innocently as he watched the other party’s face turn pale.

“To worship the family deity, the family head needs to feed it with a drop of blood essence every day. Every day, they had to kill chickens and sheep as offerings, and if it was the impact period, they still had to …

The man knew that this kind of cultivation method was at the edge of evil cultivation.

It was just that they had found a mortal to help them, using the lives of prisoners who should have died.

He had to hide from that karma.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to cultivate in the outside world. How many spirits and monsters had been cultivating diligently for thousands of years without making any progress, and could only barely maintain their human form? Not to mention, I still have to cultivate the righteous path and pursue destiny.” As the man spoke, he actually started to cry.

“We have no other choice.”

Lulu’s eyes lit up.

It was really like a pillow when one was sleepy.

“Let me ask you, sacrificing human lives, are you also suppressed by the heavenly Dao? Have you thought of using virtue to help your cultivation?” Lu huyou was online again.

If you can’t deceive the monks of the National temple, can’t you?