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Xiao Jiuwei ignored it and decided that it was a red-haired chicken and began to wonder where to start.

Xie Tao can let him eat himself!

He tapped on the neck of the small nine tails, the little fox threw his mouth, and the "meat" to his mouth fell to the ground...

Xie Tao quickly hugged the little Suzaku: "Okay, it's okay."

The little Suzaku was undecided and fluttered with wings. From this point of view, Jiuwei is really right, it is like a chicken!

Who knows that just saved this, the little silver fox over there glanced at it and then took another look. Finally, I couldn’t stand the miserable chicken being robbed, and wowed out.

That's right... The vampire Ark, the finance minister, the second prince, the nine-tailed ancestor who set the broken leg, crying because the chicken in the mouth flew away.

This is not just the tears that the commissioner has to bow and pray, but to let go of the trick, not to face, crying.

Xie Tao suspects that he is dead, this guy will not cry so bad!

Xie Tao quickly hugged the little fox into his arms and said to him: "This is not a chicken. You don't think he has a cockscomb."

The little fox stopped crying and looked at Suzaku, complaining: "He is a chicken, and the chicken has no cocks!"

Very logical, Xiao Jiuwei is really a sturdy little fox!

Xie Wei is silent. He looked at Suzaku for a long time. He really can't see the typical difference between him and the chicken. He can only... "Okay, good, as long as you don't eat this chicken, I will give you ten big ones later. cock!"

This is obviously much more powerful than clarifying the identity of Suzaku. The little fox raises a beautiful silver plaque: "You don't lie to me."

This has been heard many times. Nothing is as funny as it is now. Xie Zhenwen said: "Absolutely not lie to you."

It can be counted as a small silver fox, the little Suzaku here shrinks and succumbs: "...I am really not a chicken...hey."

According to the commonality of the soul, Xie Wei was afraid that the chicken would cry too, and then slammed him again: "I know you are not, you are a Suzaku..."

His words have not finished, the little fox eyes are bright: "Is it? I love to eat sparrows!"

Suzaku and Sparrow are not the same thing!

Xie Tao said: "Suzaku is a holy beast, not an ordinary poultry!"

The white tiger heard the beast and was also guilty: "Is the holy beast delicious?"

Large carnivores don't bother to eat poultry, but the holy beast seems to sound good.

Xie Wei: "..."

Fortunately, there is also a "big brother" in the pile, and the post-Qing language has a long-term heart: "Of course you can't eat!"

Xie Tao was very pleased. Just wanted to praise the children of Xiaoqing, and listened to Hou Qingdao: "He only has a big palm, and he has a feather vulture. What else is left? It is not worth wasting firewood."

Xie Wei: ".................." to withdraw the foreword, this big brother is not reliable!

Although the little Suzaku is small, she knows a lot. After hearing this sentence, she scared her head and went straight into her arms.

Xie Yusheng was afraid that when he fell, the bird entered the tiger (fox) mouth and quickly announced: "He is also your younger brother, and the younger brother can't eat it!"

White Tiger cut out: "So small, eating is also full of hair!"

The little fox blinked: "What is a younger brother?"

Xiao Houqing started science again.

After the collection of Xie Tao, the mood is very comfortable, listening to the dialogue of a few small scorpions, but also the mouth is crazy.

Who can think of it, this is a serious adult, violent, arrogant, hyperactive, unmoving as a bracelet, crying and wanting to eat chicken, squatting to go to the small hair group... are all sloping!

No, Xie Zhen’s blood tank is empty, and he is stunned by his colorful childhood.

Xie Tao did not rush back to the flower world, but strolled on the holy and the demon sea for a while.

When they returned to the flower world, the youngsters were already familiar with them, and even the blue dragon pendants that couldn’t talk were eavesdropped with small heads.

He has been falling on Xie's wrist, and Xie Yan poked his little head: "Don't play with them?"

The little head swayed and slammed in his palm.

Xie Tao was ticklish and smiled: "When did you grow up?" It is reasonable to say that the souls should be of similar age, and may have been a form of Qinglong, so they have been living alone, so they are not good at words.

Xiao Jiuwei and Suzaku have become family members.

The little Suzaku is the most talked, the voice of Xiao Huangqi, but also from time to time to smash, the flowers can be ruined, one by one around him, have to teach him to scream...

Xie Tao quickly took the chickens... ah, the little Suzaku was caught back, lest such a rare and rare sacred beast be a domestic chicken.

When the little nine tails are fine, they stare at Suzaku. The beautiful silver enamel has written a clear understanding of the mind - the chicken, and when I grab your handle, I will eat you!

Xie Yusi came to the ground and had to find the white tiger with the highest military value, so that he always pays attention to the safety of the little Suzaku.

The white tiger screamed: "I don't have time!" The body is very honest to take care of the younger brothers.

Xie Tao still paints them daily.

Although it is faint to feel that his body may be related to these paintings, he can't stop.

The holy mountain and the demon sea must exist, and the more true the better, after all, after many years, these five small beggars must live there.

Xie Tao can't let them see any flaws.

The world under the pen is the real world, so that living will not give birth to confusion and absurdity.

When he was painting, the five small ones were only the quietest ones, and they looked at them seriously, and they could not care about asking questions.

Xie Wei has a good memory and painted all the things that he can imagine... There are earths and those worlds that they have already experienced.

He finds it strange to be interesting. It is no wonder that he has grown from a collector, a recorder, and an explorer to a designer.

Without these experiences of countless worlds, how can you design a unique world?

Thinking and insight are indispensable.

Perhaps the designer's career is far less boring than he imagined, and certainly not as powerful as he imagined.

The designer is not God.

Jiang said that it is more like the hand of God.

Xie Tao understands a bit.

If God is above all else, then the designer is still in this mountain. This is the biggest difference.

Designers are designing the world because they have not created a non-existent thing, but have brought together countless experiences and experiences to form a new world.

Naturally, not deliberate, and at the same time uncontrollable.

Xie Wei painted God and suddenly heard the sound of the little Suzaku: "What is this?"

“Hmm?” Xie Tao stopped the pen and looked at it.

Because the Qinglong Suzaku has never seen the previous album, so when you don’t finish painting a painting, you will go to see the other ones.

The white tiger is not happy: "I don't know how to read it, don't I see a new painting?"

He is often a murderer, and everyone hears it and does not hear it.

Xie Wei just wants to collect the pen, simply finish painting and look at the little Suzaku: "What?"

The little Suzaku has already held the album. He pointed to the cover and asked: "This does not know."

Xie Tao looked at the past and the pupils shrank.

There is a line on the cover of the original:

Shen Jian - Xie Wei.

Xie Zhen rubbed these words, thoughtfully.

Xiao Houqing said: "I didn't have it before."

The white tiger stared at the three little ones: "This is a very precious thing, how can you doodle on it!"

Xiao Jiuwei refused to accept: "We didn't have it, it was it's own!"

White Tiger Road: "I didn't have it before. How come it is in your hands? It's not that you did it!"

At this time in the past, Houqing would persuade to stop the white tiger's arrogance. But at this time he did not test the mouth, these albums are too important for them. In the five years of Xie Tao's sleep, this is their spiritual sustenance.

Even if you know that the flower **** is sleeping, in the eyes of ordinary people, sleeping for so long is really worrying.

And these magical albums seem to tell Houqing and Baihu, the flower **** is not a mortal, everything of God is different, and there is nothing abnormal about sleeping for a long time.

Xie Wei whispered: "God, Xie Wei."

The five little ones all looked at him, and they didn’t seem to understand it.

Little Suzaku screamed again: "What is Shen Jian? What is Xie Zhen?"

Xie Weiwen explained: "This album is a god, and Xie is my name."

This is too interesting, their attention is consistently behind: "The name of the flower **** adult?"

Xie Tao nodded: "Yes, my name."

Qinglong licked his head, because he couldn't speak, he could only wait for other people to ask questions.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiuwei also had a half-pound with him. He asked: "What is the name?"

Hou Qing also asked: "Is the name of the flower **** is not a flower god?"

Xie Wei shook his head and said: "This is not a name, this is... a name."

White Tiger also asked: "What is the difference between the title and the name?"

Xie Xiaodun said: "The title does not belong to me alone, but the name belongs to me only. Even if there is the same name, but in the eyes of the acquaintance, the name is unique to this person, the most special and self-existing. ""

Xie Tao has never understood why people in this quasi-world have no real names.

Qinglong Zhuque White Tiger Jiuwei Houqing, these titles are not unique, they are inherited and can be passed down.

The purple nine, red two, red three, white nine nine on the Weishan Mountain are also the same concept, nothing more rough and simple.

It is true that the name is not purely unique, but for one person, it is the true self.

Xie Tao is Xie Wei, he is him, is the existence that has been recognized since birth.

Little Suzaku tickles: "Huahua, can you give me a name?"

Thank you.

The other four small ones also looked at him, either obviously or concealed, but they were all looking forward to a name.

Xie Xiao smiled and said, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a dizzy look.

This is the situation that I really want to sleep when I am tired... What happened? I woke up for a few months this time. How was it difficult because I painted too many paintings?

Xie Tao wants to give her the name, but the words are on the lips, but they can't be said anyway. It seems that the force can't move even the tongue.

Then there was an empty voice in his mind.

Qinglong, Shouyuan five hundred years, died in thunder.

Suzaku, Shouyuan, three hundred years, died in a fire robbery.

White Tiger, Shou Yuan, 90 years, died in battle.

Nine tails, three hundred years of Shouyuan, died of the destruction of God.

After Qing, Shouyuan eighty years, died of aging.

Thank you, how can it be?

They should live for a long time and live for a long time with the heavens and the earth.

The empty voice rang again: "Give them names, acknowledge their existence, and God will disappear."

Xie Zhen discovered that this voice is his own.

It’s just more vicissitudes and more calm.