[The gentle god is attacked by × crazy batch of dolls]
When Xia Fuyu used a drop of blood to awaken the puppet Qu Jiu Sheng, he thought he was raising a wolf cub who loved to demolish temples, but he didn't know that this villain would secretly wrap a red thread around his wrist at night.
As the last god, he guards the twin evil gods in their soul sacs, and also heals the wounds of the naughty children who always want to fend off disasters for him.
Qu Jiusheng squatted in front of the stove that was smoking black, and rushed into the study with the charred fish: "Look, Fuyu! I learned how to fry..."
Xia Fuyu pinched his hand to extinguish the flames at the end of his hair, and caught a glimpse of the floating shadow by the window, suppressing a smile. The fingertips stained with ink poked the cinnabar mole on the doll's cheek: "Yesterday, the alchemy room was blown up, today the kitchen is burned down, and tomorrow the temple will be demolished?"
"It depends on whether the rope that binds the monster at the back of the mountain is strong or not." The young man muttered and stuffed roasted chestnuts into his sleeves, unaware that half of the teleportation talisman that had sneaked down the mountain fell out of his clothes.
Intention: The blood of the gods is a contract, the doll becomes a spirit, breaks the fate of heaven, and proves that the relationship between life and death is eternity.