God said:

\"Divided into three times, show me your talents, and then, give the petals to the most talented companion. The lucky one with the most petals will be the winner among you. This will be an interesting banquet game. Please be honest Faced with the result of the competition, I will give this

some petals. Otherwise, flowers and butterflies will punish you. If your talents are all vulgar, then I have the right to refuse everyone's request. \"

That is to say, if the **** is not satisfied with the final result, even if someone gets the most petals, no one will be able to win the favor of the Butterfly God's family.

The **** talked about the "punishment" of dishonesty, Xia De somehow thought of the picture of everyone being swallowed by the swarm. The God of Butterflies doesn't sound like an evil god, but Xia De always feels that this **** is not really as absolutely pure as delicate flowers and fluttering butterflies.

\"So, how do you want to show your talents and enjoy this feast of the earth?\"

Xia De temporarily stopped thinking about those messy thoughts, but asked again. He thought that this time he was tasting food and wine again, or collecting betrothal gifts. Tasks like collecting offerings.

\"The butterflies that I care about love the songs of mortals. Since this is a banquet that mortals invite me to, here, for the flowers, butterflies and feast, sing the beautiful songs.\"

The **** replied, and the voice was so sweet and melodious. And the three people with their heads down observed each other's expressions, wanting to see their thoughts on this. Of course, Mr. Fred Lehman still dares to look at the devil boy.

\"God, you don't want to gain the favor of your kin, you just want to help those mortals.\"

Xia De spoke again, what I want to show is that I am participating in the so-called "competition".

\"He can't participate in the competition of the festival, but if he participates in the activities of the banquet, please get up and leave.\"

The sage still said with a smile, it doesn't mean that Yang Lan won't count, but I must participate in the activities of the ceremony, otherwise God will allow me to sit there.

And Xia De is very sure that if he leaves the table, the tree father will immediately start my adventure. Father Tree asked me to participate in the story of the past, to watch the story of the past.

\"But you can sing.\"

The Lixiang people thought in their hearts quite troubled.

Of course, Xia De couldn't just sing a song carefully because he cared about his singing voice. After all, I also want to win. The task of the tree father is to help the others complete the ceremony. But the problem is that, as the **** said just now, he must be satisfied with the result, so there will be no Ying family in this ceremony.

That also means that Yang Lan must perform at her best level, otherwise she will drag others down:

\"So, the task before going back that time was to learn to sing?\"

That's the same as before.

Thinking in my heart, half an hour has not come to an end. After confirming what needs to be done that time, Xia De will also leave. I just hope that in the next two tasks, there must be no dancing.

\"God, may I allow you to leave the table temporarily, you will come back soon.\"

I said to the saint across the round table, the butterfly **** smiled and nodded. And the other eight people looked at me in surprise, because they understood what Xia De meant.

\"You haven't given the method, and you can't leave there temporarily. Of course, you only leave there temporarily. Excuse me, do they have nothing that you need to bring?\"

Xia De pressed his voice and asked his companions:

\"Since it's a banquet there, you think we will be short of food and water, so I ask you for something else. Although you can still tell them who you are, but if you really want to help them, you can only Bring special items.\"

\"Sir, if you can't, please bring you a violin, you are very good at playing and singing.\"

Mr. Fred Lehmann spoke first.

Oli Peiwai from the Church of the Sun also understood that even though she knew that Xia De could leave for the time being, since it has been confirmed that she is a competitor, there is no need to worry too much;

\"Sir, if it is convenient, please bring you Song of the Small Land".\"

Xia De heard Iluna say that, it is one of the religious books of the Church of the Sun, it is a collection of long poems in biographical style. This book is not as thick as a big Mia's body. Even a pious nun can hardly recite it brokenly.

\"So, Miss Brechett, what does he need?\"

Xia De asked the middle-aged demon man again, and the former looked at me suspiciously:

\"It must be convenient, please bring you leaves and grass leaves, some fresh leaves, no variety, but please be fresh.\"

Nagu's request is not strange. Although the appearance of the gods has brought flowers and green grass to the barren and hot wormhole, there are no trees.

\"has a problem.\"

Xia De nodded, those requests were easily fulfilled.

\"In return, you will tell him [Ritual - Calling the Butterfly God].\"

The demon boy said again, and Xia De thanked him immediately. Although the existence of the old gods has not disappeared in the Eighth Epoch, the god-calling ceremony itself still has extremely low mystical value.

As the white mist appeared around me, Yang Lan knew that her time had come. Respectfully got up and said goodbye to the gods, after the white mist took me away, I took the initiative to turn around and walk into the depths of the white mist.

The warm yellow sky illuminated the huge round wooden table, and the sound of wriggling insects and the sound of butterflies flapping their wings resonated, forming an even weirder sound. It seems that with Xia De's departure, the temperature outside has become a little higher, and the demon boy Maggie Bligh

Sister Chet asked the **** in a loud voice: \"God, so now\"

\"Wait for me to come back, they have already enjoyed a feast of food and wine. Of course, after this, they can't think about what kind of song they want to dedicate to you.\"

The sage sat under the chair, his hand wearing the straw ring rapped on the table without restraint, and his eyes looked at the place where Xia De disappeared. A multicolored light surrounds the god, and the robe seems to be outside, but it seems to be outside.

[Big Mia is running...]

\"Oh! You've never hated bugs so much!\"

Xia De, who rushed out from the side sleeper, immediately took off his underwear, and then rushed back to the washroom. When the cat standing under the dining table curiously stretched its head to look at the source of the sound, there was no sound of dripping water outside the washroom.

\"What's wrong with me?\"

The elder sister of the writer who was wearing an apron looked back at the cat under the table, and was surprised to see the cat shaking her head.

\"Can he understand what you're saying?\"

Mia raised her hind paws and rubbed against her neck, her silly appearance made Rosie believe in her own judgment again.

At the breakfast table seventy minutes ago, Rosie was curious about what exactly Shade experienced that time, but for your appetite, Xia De didn't describe these bugs in a proper way, but only clearly stated his own experience. Of course, it is the experience after the summoning ceremony

\"Speaking of which, does he know the old **** [God of Butterfly]?\"

Xia De, who had changed into new clothes, still had some wet hair. I asked while stroking the cat, Xia De's understanding of that **** is limited to knowing that the other party has not left since the seventh era.

The number of old gods is very small, and it is best for ordinary people to know too little about the gods, so a small number of ring warlocks will only take the initiative to read these old gods when they encounter things that have nothing to do with the old gods. knowledge. And the academy will also take the initiative to open up that part of the content.

\"Of course I know, the figure of that **** often appears in the fairy tales of the seventh era.\"

The elder sister of the writer said very familiarly, seeing Xia De looking at you curiously, she explained with great heart:

\"Did he meet that **** that time?\"

Xia De nodded cautiously, and Shao Luoxi said without worry:

\"He has to be more careful, the giver is what you usually think of as a good god. Yes, the God of Butterfly is not an evil god, just like the story said, he is an ordinary lover. I'm sorry, you were thinking about the early morning

It's like talking about the gods. But, you can't recommend some stories to him. The description of the **** in these stories is basically correct. \"

Gods are of course not \"very friendly to humans\" and \"very friendly to humans\", but for Shade, as long as they are pure evil gods like [Vampire Duke Rael] . I then mentioned the names of the eight companions from that time,

It's just that little Rosie hasn't heard of us.

When Shao Luoxi was peeling the egg that was smoking with cold smoke, Xia De's thoughts drifted to a certain morning, and I shook my head and thought of the most critical question:

\"Is he good at singing? You need to dedicate the next song to the gods in your last adventure.\"

\"That's really Mo Xiao's glory, offering a song for the gods, you heard him mention that he is good at singing, so, you have to look forward to it, he will be able to make himself good at singing in a week.\"

Shao Luoxi said with a smile, very carelessly peeled off the brown inner shell under the egg, and naturally tore off the thin keratin film between the brown inner shell and the white and tender egg.

\"You are proficient in the elements of enlightenment. Enlightenment includes fairy tales, poems, songs, etc. You have heard very little in the course, and you cannot let ring warlocks master a certain technique in a short period of time. The gods offer a song, you want it or you want it

It's better to master it forever. You'll tell Rezia, discuss it, and choose a thaumaturgy for him. He can't go to the library to exchange it. My memory is wrong, he is in the library, can he still get thaumaturgy for free? \"

The problem of singing has been solved temporarily, but Xia De still needs to decide what song he will sing. with \"spring\"

\"flowers\"

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\"Ah~ Open your mouth~\"

The elder sister of the writer said softly, and then put the peeled egg in Xia De's mouth. Yang Lan took a hard bite, the soft and warm eggs are really suitable for breakfast.

It's just that for some reason, Shao Luoxi didn't blush when she saw that scene.

\"Wait, he will know\"

Xia De suddenly understood.

\"Then when we went shopping together for a long time, Luvia mentioned it to you.\"

The blonde girl said generously, and looked up at herself:

\"It's really timid, and only without this male servant, can I do this kind of thing.\"