The witch took out her cell phone and wanted to take a photo with Mu Jian. When the shutter is pressed, there is only a gray-white blur in the photo. She took another photo, and the phone screen went black. After restarting, the black and white ID photo of Master Zhang was added to the album.
The witch stared at the photo: "Is this your grandfather?"
Lin Mo: "Master Patriarch."
Witch: "He's quite handsome. Is he single?"
Lin Mo: "He has been dead for three hundred years. In our legend, he has always been as cool as a rhinoceros."
Witch: "Forget it, the rhinoceros is the least interesting." Then she turned to the wooden sword, "What about you? Are you single?"
The sword shook.
Witch: "It says it is!"
Lin Mo: "... Just shaking it doesn't mean 'yes', it just likes your broom. It already has a crush on Ada's fire stick at the east gate of our house."
Witch: "I can't believe that such an abstract sword is the key to saving the world!"
Lin Mo: "He is actually the Patriarch's PHS, the communication tool between me and him."
The chirping sounds of cicadas swarmed in, and the sword trembled violently.
"What's it this time?"
"It's the Grandmaster who has spoken. Instead of calling him PHS, he will call him Big Brother."
——The Kingdom of Heaven is still far away.
——Three hundred years ago, one man and one sword leveled the red abyss.
——300 Years later, the gods have returned to their thrones, and the chirping of cicadas is like the echo of hell, going back and forth without stopping.
