Give the God of Trickery a Turtle

A hundred years ago, Monkey King smashed the space-time tunnel with one stick. He raised his middle finger in the ruins - Old Sun will come back. A hundred years later, the Nordic pantheon and the AI ​​corps joined forces to suppress the situation, and the Eastern pantheon was retreating steadily. Loki wears new pants and prepares to open the door for a sneak attack. The pants are gone first. Qiongqi held the pair of trousers in his mouth and looked back at the broken monument. There was a man squatting behind the monument, with a piece of grass in his mouth and two holes worn through the soles of his feet. He squatted there for three days without moving. I turned a dice in my hand, and I turned it over and over but couldn't get it right. His name is Lin Xiaoxie. The wild child that Granny Su picked up, Nuwa's descendants took a mouthful of true divine blood and taught him a trick - Black Turtle Seal. The ancestral version of the Curse. It can eavesdrop on souls, lock people's meridians, and make gods die in public. Anyone who offends our country, no matter whether you are a god or an AI, will be punished across time and space. Loki:… Odin:… 22nd Century AI God Fleet: We are all squatting in a mud puddle, how can we fight this battle? Lin Xiaoxie threw the dice into the air and grinned: Why are you so anxious? The fun has just begun. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.