I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

The seed was frightened by Qingtian's roar, and burst out into a small green bud.

The little buds are crystal clear and sparkle like fine gems.

Yes, be obedient!

"You've finally grown. Come out of the soil and show your head to me." Qingtian urged in his mind.

Xiaoya trembled tremblingly, and suddenly the illusion space opened again...

Um? Come again?

Qingtian said angrily: "If you dare to open it, I will cut you off!"

After saying these words, Xiaoya immediately closed the illusory space, then rushed straight out of the soil, swishing upwards.

Yes, the growth is encouraging!

Qingtian nodded with satisfaction, it was indeed his own seedling.

When the Wanxiang seeds grew to half the height of a human body, Qingtian opened his eyes.

"It's not bad. It looks like a sapling, but it's a little bald."

The little sapling seemed to understand her words, bursting out layers of leaves like a peacock to refute Sunny Sky's evaluation of it.

The leaves hang on the branches like deep and shallow jade pieces, which are very beautiful.

Tsk, a sapling has such high self-esteem...

On a sunny day, I stood up and walked around, observing carefully.

"It's actually a normal tree? I thought it was a cactus." She originally guessed that what she gave birth to was either a cactus or poison ivy.

As soon as the words fell, thorny balls burst out from the trunk of the sapling...

No way, the sunny day suddenly turns to stone.

After two seconds, she crossed her hands and said coldly: "Can you understand me?"

The saplings covered with thorn balls were silent and motionless.

Qingtian kept staring at it, snorted, and suddenly scratched its bark.

As a result, the sapling couldn't resist anymore and began to tremble, and finally the tree crown swung wildly from side to side...

-_-||Are you so sensitive!

It is actually a "living" tree.

"can you speak?"

The sapling shook its green crown: No.

“You can only listen and respond?”

The sapling shook the thorn balls on its body: Yes.

Well, Sunny finally got the answer. But she didn't want to see those fantasy things now, so she felt that the little tree was useless.

After thinking for a while, she said: "I planted you just so that you can take the plant psychic course, so you'd better be more sensible and don't make any mistakes."

The little sapling shook the thorn ball helplessly: I understand.

"Very good. Besides, you look so weird like this. It would be better to be more normal."

The saplings shook and shook, the thorn balls retracted one by one, and the green leaves shrank by most of their size. After the change, they looked a little thin and stunted, but they became much more normal.

Qingtian nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, it won't attract anyone's attention."

Then her cat head ring lit up.

After the rings were connected, Ina projected a formula sheet with the proportions of various spiritual herbs and flowers written on it.

Qingtian took out a pen and paper and wrote a copy, then cut off contact with Yina.

She took the formula and read it while placing the collected spiritual herbs.

After checking, she found that only three kinds of spiritual herbs were missing.

"We have to look for it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wanxiang sapling suddenly shook its crown wildly, and three small leaves flew down...

Qingtian stared blankly as three leaves were inserted into the formula sheet like flying knives.

"This...you mean the leaves can replace the missing spiritual grass?"

The sapling swayed coquettishly: Yes!

"Uh, I understand, you don't just play short movies and are still useful, then you can grow up well in the guild."

……

After thanking the saplings on Sunny Day, he took out a pharmaceutical grinder, a special small scale and other essential items for plant psychics from the spiritual space.

After weighing and grinding according to the formula, Sunny got a small bottle of green mud.

"The allergy formula is ready, let's try it first!"

She used a small piece of wood to smear a little green mud on the back of her hand. Within a minute, the skin became red and swollen. It stung slightly at first, but then it no longer hurt or itched.

Thanks to Ina, this recipe is good and very thoughtful.

Then she ground the hair dye again, this time getting a bottle of green-brown mud.

"This can deepen the hair color. Use it in shampoo..." Qingtian read the formula instructions given by Yina and was quite satisfied.

Everything is fine, but I have to find a place to wash my hair...

She suddenly thought of the Demon House. Chris was a demon, maybe he could isolate his consciousness?

Su Mucheng couldn't keep looking for someone, so he should go to the magic house as soon as possible. If Chris could block his consciousness, that would be great!

Qing Tian packed up his things and said "goodbye" to the sapling.

She pinched the cold white stone chess piece, and the moment her heart was conveyed, it disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, the black and white chessboard in the study room of the Magic House emitted a bright white light curtain, and the phantom of the goddess Moira's smile appeared in the light curtain...

As soon as Sunny appeared in the study, Chris Water Ball jumped out.

"My lovely..."

"Chris, can you block the divine consciousness of the divine general? Can you? Block the divine consciousness of the divine general!" Qingtian didn't give it a chance to talk nonsense and hurriedly got to the point.

"The divine consciousness of the general?" Chris asked doubtfully.

"Yes, can it be shielded?" Qingtian asked anxiously.

"Of course, in my domain, you can only use your spiritual consciousness with my permission." Chris said arrogantly.

"That's great!" Qingtian jumped up, grabbed Chris and kissed him hard.

As a result, there was a bang, and the water balloon Chris exploded...

On a sunny day, she felt like a drowned rat because she was drenched in water. She had no choice but to take a shower first and try the hair-dying grass mud she had made before.

Half an hour later, Qingtian walked out of the bathroom refreshed and refreshed with a head of brown hair.

"Oh, Sunny, you dyed your hair? It looks darker than before."

Chris returned to the form of a small alarm clock, which ran to Sunny's head and spun around.

Qingtian brushed his hair and said proudly: "The hair dye I made myself is not bad, it can last for a week."

I’m blocking my consciousness, dyeing my hair, there’s something wrong with it…

Chris jingled for a while and asked: "Qingtian, are you avoiding the general?"

Qing Tian had a sad face and lay lazily on the big sofa in the study.

"That's right, I might hide here with you at any time these days."

"Oh, Qingtian, do you know that you are still very weak now? You must pay attention to safety and don't cause trouble." Chris worried.

It finally met its little master, but it didn't want to wait for the next reincarnation.

Qingtian lay on the sofa and said depressedly: "I don't want to either, but the other party may have noticed my identity."

"That's not good. It's taboo to cultivate the demon clan in Lanze. If it doesn't work, you can pretend to be a transformed demon beast in the future and go to the White Mist Forest or the Death Mountain to get a regular number." Chris came up with an idea.

serial number? White Mist Forest 001, she has it.

Qingtian knew that Chris had misunderstood, but it was not convenient to explain now, so he replied: "It's a good way."

Chris saw that her answers were very perfunctory and a little sad.

It actually wants to know which family the little master is currently lurking in, whether he is living well outside, and why he offended the god general...

The study became quiet, and Sunny felt a little uncomfortable. She turned around and saw Chris looking at her sadly...