After Hu Jiaojiao set the dishes, she sat properly, her head bowed, her mind very complicated.
She always found it difficult to accept that humans could become gods.
For a human believer who has never "studied" at the Holy Spirit Mountain, what Deng Yuxiang has done is a great betrayal.
Even more so a violation of the natural order!
But things in this world never turn according to one's will.
Now, Beifeng City has been renamed to Nightmare City.
The former North Wind disciples have already joined under the Nightmare Lord. Tomorrow, on the first day of the new year, countless human believers will worship the Nightmare Lord.
"Did you make it yourself?" Deng Yuxiang picked up a dumpling, which looked like a gold ingot.
Plump and chubby.
Just like Hu Jiaojiao's cheeks.
"Yes." Hu Jiaojiao placed her hands under the table, nervously twisting her fingers.
Deng Yuxiang dipped the dumpling in a bit of vinegar and swallowed it in one bite.
