God Prohibitions

The black hair was dancing in the air, surrounding Nalan, as if singing his own lament. Nalan's eyes were staring at the tea bowl god, her black hair dancing wildly, her face looming.

The Great God of Chawan looked cold, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with Nalan.

Nalan finally made a move, Nalan stretched out her hand... and quickly grabbed back her long hair that was floating in the air.

The Great God of Tea Bowl was taken aback, and he didn't expect Nalan to go back and grab the broken hair. Although he knew that the witches treat their long hair like life, but... it doesn't seem to be to this point.

In the blink of an eye, Nalan collected all of his hair, and he gathered it into a bundle very docilely and put it on his hand.

"Um...what did it happen, it actually broke like this..." Nalan began to check the break in her hair, but found that the break was very irregular, and she frowned. "If this is the case, it will be troublesome. Up."

The chawan **** was still glaring at Nalan in hysterics, but Nalan had already started to fiddle with his hair over there, and he didn't seem to pay attention to his own meaning at all. This made the chawan **** a bit at a loss, why this witch did not seem to be sad. She was very upset about the irregular hair cuts, and...she actually had to rebuild these broken hairs, what does this mean?

"What...what do you want?" The Great God of Tea Bowl waited for a while, but saw that Nalan had slipped to the table and began to carefully sort out the broken hair. He didn't even want to talk to himself anymore, so he had to do it again. Open up.

Nalan raised her head, looked at the tea bowl **** with weird eyes, rolled her eyes, and suddenly laughed.

Quickly leaning in front of the Great God of Tea Bowl, Nalan said with a little embarrassment: "This... Nalan's master is your dependent, so... Nalan is also your believer! It's a shame to say that just now. Well. But... you also pulled Nalan’s hair, the witch’s hair is very precious, we evened it, but now Nalan has some problems, I wonder if you can help?"

The Chawan Great God never thought that her ears would have problems, but this time she began to wonder if she had heard something wrong.

This... Is this a witch talking to herself?

What...what the master's family members, and believers and the like! And do any believers speak to the Lord God like this? This witch... Is this a witch?

"Huh? Are you not willing?" Seeing that the other party did not answer immediately, Nalan couldn't help scratching his cheek, looking a little embarrassed. "But finally got a chance. Nalan couldn't ask others to help, just now the master is still dizzy. Now, this opportunity is rare in a lifetime!"

The chawan **** felt a little confused, "what do you want to do?"

Nalan took her long hair in one fell swoop, "Can you trim your hair more neatly. These are all ripped off, not cut... they are not pretty at all."

The chawan **** was speechless for a while. "You...you have no problem with your mind?"

Nalan flattened his mouth immediately. "I'm just asking you for a favor... Don't be so mean, Nalan has never said anything bad about you, why are you so unkind..."

The Chawan Great God wanted to say something, but for a moment he felt that he could not say anything. The expression of the witch in front of him was as if he had done something extremely immoral.

"Cut it yourself!" The Great God of Tea Bowl grunted angrily.

"But the witch can't cut her own hair! This is a family rule!" Nalan explained seriously. "Unless it is an accident and special circumstances, the witch herself will be punished severely if she cuts her own hair! Even if the clan members are executed, they will not touch the deceased's hair. You should know?"

"How could I know these messy things!?" The Chawan God became a little angry.

"I don't know, I don't know... But don't be angry, can you help me cut it? Just cut it..." Nalan looked at the tea bowl **** with pitiful eyes.

The Chawan Great God now fully understands. The little witch in front of her has never been afraid of herself at all. She has always been pestering his master for this reason. In her opinion, the respect for a **** like herself is not as important as being close to her master.

What kind of weird master, there will be kind of weird witch...

Seeing Nalan looking at herself with a pitiful face, the Great God of Tea Bowl felt irritable. He waved his hand directly, and a wind blew by, and the irregularities in the front of Nalan's hair were cut neatly." Enough! Get out!"

Nalan was infinitely pleasantly surprised, holding her hair very happily, suddenly remembering something, quickly put down her hair, very respectfully poured a cup of tea for the **** of tea bowl, "thank you!"

Although Xìngzi is very annoying, he seems to be very grateful to himself, and more respectful...The Chawan Great God feels a chaos again.

"So... can you turn your back..." Nalan turned around, shaking her shoulder-length short hair helplessly, "This is too ugly, and it's not good to grow."

The Great God of Tea Bowl almost didn't spit out the tea. The witch pleased herself that she had something to do by herself.

"Get away from me!" The great **** of tea bowl waved his hand fiercely, and a gust of wind blew over, and the sharp wind blade directly shaved off a large piece of Nalan's hair, but it was finally neat.

Nalan was taken aback, and hurried forward to dodge a long way away, and hurriedly touched his head, seeing that his head was still on his neck, then he felt relieved and touched his hair again, although it had become short hair with long ears. But it is neat.

Suddenly, a big triumphant smile appeared on Nalan's face.

Seeing Nalan's smile, the God of Chawan was extremely happy, and couldn't figure out what this witch was going crazy in his heart. She might not be able to see anyone in this way.

Nalan took care of her hair, and said happily: "So you can go back and weave a peace symbol for the owner! It is a troublesome rule not to cut your hair intentionally, but this will be fine, Nalan Lan is not going to violate the family rules, this is definitely an accident, um... but there is a **** to testify!"

Tucked her hair away, Nalan stood up and shook her short hair. He pinched a seal with both hands, and began to chant the spell in a low voice.

The eyes of the Great Chawan suddenly widened, and a layer of black air floated from Nalan's body, and the hair that had been short to the ear suddenly began to grow crazy, like a spirit snake with life in the black. Dancing in his breath.

In the blink of an eye, Nalan returned to her waist-length hair fluttering like a cloud.

Gently stroked her long hair, Nalan smiled happily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The face of the **** of tea bowl is as black as ink, this **** witch... is actually taking advantage of me! !

Watching the black cloud rolling on the face of the **** of tea bowl. As if it were about to happen, Nalan hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "Don't be so upset! Nalan will make amends for you, and then... give you a small gift, and we will even out!"

It's even again! The Great God of Tea Bowl suddenly tore the witch in half in front of him. An ancient **** who owns himself dignified, should he make conditions with such a little witch? On equality.

About to happen. Nalan has already stretched out his hand, "Here! This is it! Very precious! It must be preserved well."

The tea-bowl **** was stunned. In Nalan's hand, there really was a little thing... Is this really a gift for himself?

When he thought of the word "gift", the heart of the tea bowl **** suddenly became hot, but his face remained silent. Looking at the small object in Nalan's hand, he asked in a cold voice, "What is this?"

But despite asking, the Great God of Chawan first stretched out his hand to take the thing in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"It's the magic of the witch, the shelter of the dead." Nalan said with a smile.

"A shelter for the dead?" The Great God of Tea Bowl frowned. I don't like the name very much, and... why is this thing so strange?

What the Great God of Chawan holds is a black six-pointed star with a very smooth surface and an unknown material. The tentacles are full of texture, but they are also very smooth. It feels like...like...

"It's Nalan's hair braided!" Nalan said at exactly this time.

The tea bowl god's hand couldn't help but shook, as if to avoid the plague, he threw the thing in his hand on the table, his face changed suddenly, "What? Your hair!?"

Seeing the disgust in the eyes of the chawan god, Nalan couldn't help frowning, took the little thing back in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with my hair? It's not dirty! There is no curse! I gave it to you kindly. You look at it that way, huh!"

This witch...she is actually angry with me! ! She is angry! The Chawan Great God couldn't help but start to wonder if the other party hadn't figured out who she was, who she was, and... in short, this...

Had to squeeze his forehead vigorously, the Chawan Great God felt that he was really starting to feel a little confused...

Nalan fiddled with the things in her hand and whispered: "This kind of amulet is usually exchanged at the expense of the lives of witches, because our hair can't be cut. Only the witches before death will make such amulets and give them to Companion, I hope that I can exchange my life for the chance of survival for my companion, so...this is called "Blessing of the Dead". This is the most precious gift of our witch, and an amulet made by a witch like me who accidentally broke her hair , It means blessing. If you don’t like it, forget it, but please don’t show that disgusting look. This is an insult to all our witches!!! Anyway, I can’t stand it! Life...in yours In the eyes of the above gods, what is it!?"

The Chawan Great God couldn't help but froze, this thing... actually came from this way.

This... is really a weird witch, she knows who she is facing, she knows she may be ruthlessly obliterated, but she can still say such things and do such things indifferently...

"That thing...will it be given to me?" Chawan Great God stretched out his hand.

"No!" Nalan looked away.

The chawan **** stunned immediately, this... this guy is still angry! ! I have already...

"But... if you don't tell the master that I want you to cut your hair, I will give it to you!" Nalan added immediately.

The Great God of Chawan felt bitter in his mouth. Since he became conscious, there has never been any existence to talk to himself in such a weird way. Isn't the **** in this witch's eyes as indifferent as radish water?

"Yes." The **** of tea bowl nodded.

Nalan smiled, put the thing on the table in front of the tea bowl god, and exhorted: "This thing is magical, because it is made of my magical hair and has been blessed. Be quiet, you will be lucky if you take it with you."

This is the first time in history to get something like amulets... The God of Tea Bowl looked at the gift Nalan gave him, and suddenly felt a little bit dumbfounded. For a long time, this kind of thing seemed to be carried by a certain creature, and This is used when praying to a certain god. Long ago, my image or something similar would be made into amulets. I didn't expect... I would have such amulets one day. I really don't know who I want to pray to.

"Will I have good luck? But what will my good fortune be like?" The **** of tea bowl picked up the gift and rubbed the dark hair. After hearing Nalan's explanation, he finally no longer cared about it.

Nalan thought for a while, "You are the caretaker of this world. If you are lucky, the world is naturally safe and peaceful. There are no accidents!"

The tea bowl **** couldn't help laughing. "Are you saying that this amulet can bring stability and peace to the whole world?"

Nalan grinned, "Maybe, Nalan has always had good luck!"

"Hahaha..." The tea-bowl **** laughed loudly, and suddenly found that this very hateful witch was not extremely annoying.

"You guys, what are you laughing at?"

Nalan suddenly jumped up in surprise, looking back at Robben looking at him strangely. "Master, when did you wake up!?" Nalan immediately stuck to Robben.

"Just when you said you were lucky." Robben came to the table, looked at the happy tea bowl god, and changed his face when he saw the black six-pointed star ornament in her hand.

"Nalan. You?" Looking at Nalan carefully, Robben found that she seemed to be fine, her long hair still floating behind her back.

"I guided her and accidentally cut off her hair. She gave me this as a gift." Chawan Great God explained very concisely.

Robben looked at her really happy face, and it was indeed okay to look at Nalan again. He thought it might be possible, but...how could he still feel so strange.

"Master...Don't think about these things? How about leaving here?" After seeing Robbens thinking about it, Nalan immediately began to divert Robben's attention.

"Oh, this...I think it's okay." Robben nodded in a certain tone.

"It's okay?" The Great God of Tea Bowl was a little surprised, "Are you sure you can leave here?"

Robben sat down and chuckled softly, "I think it will do this time."

"You'd better not careless." The tea bowl **** reminded.

"Of course." Robben took a sip of tea and said with some emotion, "Since time is not eternal, everything will always disappear in the dark, and some things don't have to be so detailed, can or can't, I I have to try it now, I don't want to wait any longer."

"Oh..." Chawan Dashenmian moved slightly, "It seems you really figured out a lot of things."

"Naren's understanding of the world has helped me a lot."

Nalan hit Robben with his arm very happily, "How about? Nalan is great? Is it necessary to give Nalan a meal this time?"

"Ghost!" Robben knocked on his forehead directly, "I know how to eat! In the future, if you and Maomao are tied together, you two must have a lot of common languages."

"It's Maomao again... I will eat him when I go back!!" Nalan exclaimed dissatisfied.

"If you can eat him, it would be a big contribution to the family." Robben laughed.

"Should I remind you that when talking to others, don't just look at yourself." Seeing that the two seem to be completely ignoring themselves, the Chawan God had to remind in advance.

Robben scratched his head embarrassedly, "Sorry, this witch is a little bit troublesome."

"I'm not making trouble..." Nalan muttered immediately.

The Chawan Great God said helplessly: "If you know that you can leave here, you might as well leave right away. I also wonder if you have figured out something really useful."

"Hmm..." Robben thought, "Are you... what you want to verify?

"Perceived it?" The Great God of Tea Bowl raised his eyebrows slightly. "For that matter, if you can get enlightenment from Nalan's understanding, then it means that she is very well integrated with the world, that is to say...she will always be here in the future. Kind of state."

"Uh..." Nalan was stunned, "What does this mean..."

"That means...Through you ~www.readwn.com~Roben can learn many mysteries of the world."

"Oh... Doesn't Nalan understand better?"

"No... you just can be infinitely close to different worlds, as if you don't know yourself."

Nalan blinked, "Nalan knows herself well, beautiful, kind, gentle...Oh!"

Robben retracted his hand, "Lazy and greedy is enough to sum up you."

Turning around, Robben asked again: "You mean... Nalan will always be like this from now on."

"Yes, it seems that her physique is good. The collapse and reconstruction of the illusion gave her a thorough baptism. Coupled with your guidance, protect her from now on, and she will be of great help to you."

"Hmm! I will!" Nalan answered Robben in a hurry.

The Great God of Tea Bowl smiled, "Then, go...After you go back, you will see the future in just a few days, but whether you can survive this test depends on you." )