Chapter 68 The Goddess Wins! There Is Also a Wang Family in the Fairy World?

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However, after thinking about it, Goddess Xinglan figured it out on her own.

A person like Mr. Shouzhe, who is so splendid and magnificent, can turn the world upside down with a snap of his fingers. Even if he is ranked first in the Shenying Ranking, it still cannot reflect his talents. It is not incomprehensible not to participate.

Thinking of this, Goddess Xinglan respected Wang Shouzhe even more.

How much self-confidence does it take to be able to ignore the temptation of the Shenying List and the glory of becoming famous? This mentality alone has killed countless people instantly.

At that moment, she put aside her distracting thoughts and reported on her work while eating skewers: "Mr. Shouzhe, regarding the next step, I have already organized and planned it according to your instructions."

With that said, she analyzed the subsequent ideas with Wang Shouzhe one by one.

Wang Shouzhe was grilling meat and feeding the Star Tree, Nine-Colored Deer and Xinglan Goddess, while listening to the Goddess's plans and arrangements. He looked a little casual, but in fact he listened very seriously and nodded frequently.

very nice.

After Xinglan Goddess was baptized by his thoughts, the door to the new world has been completely opened, and her thoughts are much more flexible than before.

Her plan was bold and thorough, and basically workable. However, her lack of experience made her arrangement far from perfect.

Therefore, Wang Shouzhe put forward some suggestions based on her shortcomings.

Goddess Xinglan thought for a moment, her spirits perked up, and her eyes shone with light.

She looked at Wang Shouzhe with a bright red face: "Young Master's layout is grand and majestic, and like the gray line of grass and snakes laying out thousands of miles, Xinglan has learned a lesson."

With Wang Shouzhe's guidance and affirmation, Goddess Xinglan couldn't even eat barbecue.

As soon as she placed the sign, she said goodbye to Wang Shouzhe, and then rushed outside the hospital, anxiously preparing to implement the next step of the plan.

"Your Highness the Goddess, do your best." Xiao Lu shouted at her back and encouraged her, "Earn more money for our family so that we can improve the food for me and Xiao Xingchen."

"Uh-huh!"

The cute-looking Star Tree also nodded heavily, its eyes full of expectant little stars.

Hearing this, Goddess Xinglan felt the pressure on her shoulders become heavier, but she also felt particularly passionate about fighting.

To her, this plan is tantamount to a big war.

This battle is related to the future of the Wuji Shrine, and whether the Shrine can rise in his own hands. He must win but not lose.

As the goddess left, there was joy and peace in Luming Garden again.

But in the outside world, a storm is gradually brewing.

A rumor began to spread secretly, and a "shadow" gradually enveloped the sky over Xuantian City under the Wuji Palace.

In fact, this shadow is spreading to the entire [Wandao Xuantian] at an extremely fast speed.

Xuantian City.

【Western Suburbs Market】.

In the splendid Tianhe, an old giant ferry was slowly sliding out along the edge of the Tianhe, landing towards the western suburbs market.

Affected by the tidal energy of the Tianhe River, the giant sails set up on the ferry to save spiritual stones bulged and swelled, like the bellies of giant whales swimming in the void sea.

On the mast, some magical-level Xuanwu monks wearing uniforms of generals were climbing on it with all their hands and feet, untying the cables, using enough Xuanqi to slowly retract the giant sail, and they were very busy.

The bow of the ferry.

A majestic-looking old man in gray robe was standing with his hands behind his back, overlooking the huge market in the western suburbs of Xuantian City below him.

The whistling wave of energy passed around him and lifted up his robe. From a distance, the gray-robed hunter looked quite lonely.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, but his old but wise eyes looked slightly gloomy, with a hint of worry flashing across them.

"Ancestor."

Next to the old man, a half-year-old boy was lying on the railing excitedly, exclaiming repeatedly: "Is this Xuantian City? It's so magnificent."

The boy's eyes are clear, pure and innocent.

"No, this area is just the western suburbs market on the edge of Xuantian City." The old man in gray robe suppressed the sadness in his eyes and looked at the boy, his expression became kind and gentle, "The real picture of Xuantian City is better than this market It needs to be dozens of times bigger, no, it needs to be a hundred times bigger!”

Although Wuji Palace is very poor, [Wandao Xuantian] under its rule can be regarded as one of the thirty-three heavens in the immortal world, and Xuantian City, as the main city of Wandao Xuantian, is naturally majestic and huge.

The boy seemed to be frightened, with his mouth wide open and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hahaha~" The old man in gray robe was amused by him and said, stroking the boy's head, "Yinliang~ Our Wandao Xuantian is very big, and the fairy world is even bigger. When I sell this batch of food, I will take you there Let’s take a look at Wuji Shrine and pay homage to Her Highness Xinglan Goddess.”

The old man seemed to be extremely doting on the boy. Not only was his tone and attitude very gentle, but the way he looked at him seemed to be looking at the family's future hopes.

This old man's name is [Wang Ansheng], who comes from the Wang family of the Tao clan in [Qianlong Islands], and is also the Hunyuan ancestor of the Wang family.

The Qianlong Islands are one of the main forces under the rule of Wandao Xuantian. In addition to the Qianlong Wang clan of the Tao clan, there is also the Qianlong Ji clan of the Tao clan.

Although the Qianlong Islands seem to be quite large in size, the overall resources are actually quite poor. With two Tao tribes crowded into such a small area, naturally no one can develop well, and both sides are living a miserable life.

However, similar poverty situations are not limited to [Qianlong Islands]. In fact, the entire [Wandao Xuantian] is generally very poor.

the reason is simple.

This Ten Thousand Islands Xuantian was originally the place where Nanming Temple and Ziwei Temple squeezed in for Wuji Temple. Its own resources were relatively scarce. In addition, there were so many refugees who escaped from Wuji Temple that evenly divided, per capita. The resources it occupies are very scarce, and as time goes by, it will naturally become poorer.

"Your Highness the Goddess!"

The boy's eyes lit up, and a look of admiration suddenly appeared on his face: "Ancestor, I heard that Her Highness the Goddess is fifth on the list of gods! She is a role model for the young people in our immortal world."

Speaking of this, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "I really hope that one day, I can be on the Shenying List, even if it is only in the top 100~"

This boy's name is [Wang Yinliang], he is a very rare innate Taoist body, and he is also the most qualified young man among the young generation of the Qianlong Wang family.

It is said that when he was born, he caused a large-scale phenomenon in the world and caused a sensation in the entire Qianlongwang clan.

If such a talent is cultivated well, it will not be a problem to become an innate saint son in the future. If he can inherit the family's Taoist book, or become a disciple of a Hunyuan elder who has the mantle, his future will definitely be bright.

"Hahaha~" After hearing Wang Yinliang's words, the gray-robed old man Wang Ansheng laughed, "As expected of me, the Qilin'er of the Qianlong Wang Clan, with ambition! The age of great struggle is about to begin, but you want to rush into the Shenying List. One hundred, this is not a small ambition. However, you have to work hard and strive to become a follower of Her Highness the Goddess, so that there is a glimmer of hope."

"Yes, ancestor." Wang Yinliang nodded seriously with a serious expression, "Liang'er will definitely do it."

"Okay, okay." The old man in gray robe smiled with joy on his face, and there was hope in his heart.

The Qianlong Wang Clan was once a powerful Taoist clan under the rule of Wuji Shrine. At its peak, it had three Taoist books.

Even when the Wuji Shrine was developing overseas, the Wang family closely followed the Shrine's footsteps and sent a group of tribesmen to support the Shrine's operations.

That tribe was led by a young and promising family ancestor, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Because of this, the Wang family gained huge benefits from that overseas expansion, and the family became increasingly prosperous in the nearly tens of millions of years that followed.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.

With the unexpected fall of the Wuji Immortal Emperor, the territory of the Wuji Shrine centered on Wuji City was also fully attacked by the demons, and fell one after another. The palace also lost contact with the foreign development land [Immortal Alliance].

During the disaster, the Wang family also suffered heavy losses. Not only the children of the family suffered serious losses, but also the family's property was wiped out. Finally, they ended up in the Qianlong Islands, a place of refuge.

In the more than a million years since then, the Wang family has become increasingly weak, and so far only one Taoist book is left to be passed down.

Nowadays, the family is getting poorer and poorer, and it is almost impossible to complete the last change of Taoist master.

Fortunately, the Qianlong Wang clan should not die after all.

Just when they were about to enter a desperate situation, the family was so lucky that an excellent innate Taoist body was born in their direct lineage, which gave the family a shot in the arm that was about to enter decline.

Ancestor Wang Ansheng made the final decision despite all opinions and decided to send the child to Wuji Palace.

Although Wuji Shrine is also poor, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse after all, and it has a better future than staying in the family anyway.

I only hope that when this child Wang Yinliang develops greatly in the future, he can continue to bring vitality to the Wang family of the Qianlong Dao Clan.

Just as Wang Ansheng's thoughts were racing, the giant ferry under his feet also landed in the western suburbs market.

With the reputation of the Qianlong Wang family, the checkpoint at the market was quite polite to them. They only conducted a simple entry inspection and the ferry was released.

After entering the customs, Wang Ansheng immediately came to the largest rice store in the market.

Although shopkeeper Mi Xing was very busy, he still received Wang Ansheng respectfully and warmly.

Even though Wang Ansheng was very poor, he was Taoist Hunyuan after all. The shopkeeper of Mihang, a Daluo Jinxian, would not dare to be disrespectful to Taoist Hunyuan.

"Senior Ansheng, I understand your purpose of coming." The shopkeeper of Mihang personally made a cup of tea for Wang Ansheng, with a bitter look on his face, "But now, those third-grade and fourth-grade spiritual rice you brought , I really can’t sell it for the price you want.”

Wang Ansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he asked hurriedly: "I've already sold it at 90% of the previous year's price, and you still don't want it?"

He couldn't help but feel worried. He had previously received a secret message from his friend [Elder Xuanhe], asking him to seize the opportunity to get rid of the third- and fourth-grade spiritual rice in stock.

He thought he was fast enough, but unexpectedly, the news had completely spread in such a short period of time.

Just when his giant ferry landed, he saw more than a dozen ferries of various kinds going down the Tianhe River. Judging from the signs on the ferries, it seemed that they were all loaded with spiritual rice.

"Senior Ansheng, let me tell you the truth." The shopkeeper of Mihang said helplessly in a low voice, "The news about the yield of the new grain seeds obtained by the Shrine has now spread around Xuantian City, and everyone is talking about the expected future grain yield. If prices rise sharply, prices will inevitably plummet.”

"Regardless of the fact that this news broke out just a short time ago, which family in the grain business is insensitive to this kind of news? There are already more than 100 people like you who come here with large quantities of grain and want to sell it in our market. Now, panic selling has formed in the market.”

"But the more panic selling occurs, the more unstable food prices will be!"

"Now the price of grain is almost the same every day, and our rice bank does not dare to charge more! We are afraid that if we charge too much, we will lose it."

Wang Ansheng didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

How could he not know that once the news of the new grain spread, it would have a huge impact on grain prices? Because he knew it, he eagerly wanted to sell the grain.

Who would have thought that he had already rushed over as quickly as possible, but still failed to catch up with the first wave.

Shopkeeper Mi Xing sighed: "Let's do this. Since Qianlong Wang is our regular customer, we will take a risk and accept all your third and fourth grade grains at a 30% discount."

Ancestor Wang's Ansheng's face was covered with a thick layer of gloom.

The ship he brought was just the vanguard. For such a large Tao clan, how could the output of third-grade and fourth-grade spiritual rice be just this one ship?

But the Qianlong Wang family is already in a precarious situation. If the food cannot be sold, or can only be sold at a 30% discount, won't the family's situation become even worse?

In this case, can the family still survive?

Could it be that we should continue to sell off the few clan properties, dismiss some clan members, and let them develop elsewhere?

The shopkeeper of Mihang has seen this kind of situation too much recently, and he couldn't help but sigh softly when he saw it: "Senior Ansheng, judging from the current trend, a sharp drop in food prices is a foregone conclusion. Why don't you sell the remaining food quickly, and then rely on your king Due to my old relationship, I went to meet with Goddess Xinglan as soon as possible to apply for the purchase of new grain seeds!"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and continued: "I heard that in order to compensate the local families for their losses due to the sharp drop in food prices, Her Majesty the Goddess will distribute grain seeds at a lower price."

"It's just that the first batch of grain will definitely be too much for monks and not enough for gruel. If it goes late, I don't know if it will be queued up until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse."

Hearing the reminder from shopkeeper Mi Xing, Ansheng Ancestor Wang's spirit perked up, and his heart suddenly became enlightened.

Yes, no matter how downcast the Wang family is now, they are still the only ministers of Wuji Palace!

Although we are losing a lot now, as long as we complain about poverty to Her Majesty the Goddess and successfully apply for planting new grains, we can greatly increase our output!

If we could persuade Her Highness the Goddess to simply plant and produce grains for her... wouldn't this drop in grain prices not only not have a huge impact on the family, but also be a God-given opportunity?

The Wuji Shrine can now eat meat with new grains. As the "great loyal minister", the Qianlong Wang family is not too much to follow suit and drink some soup, right?

The more Ansheng Ancestor thought about it, the more he realized that this was the truth, so he immediately started bargaining with the rice shop and decided to sell all the old grain.

Finally, after repeated negotiations, Ansheng Patriarch sold all the third- and fourth-grade grains at 7.50% of the original price in exchange for a large sum of spiritual stones.

Most of the time, the rice bank will not lose money. After all, the fairy world is very big and there are many places with food shortages. Not all food prices have fallen now. In addition, the rice bank itself has a very complete transportation system. As long as their turnover speed is enough. Quick, maybe not only will you not lose money, but you can also make another fortune.

Ancestor Ansheng, who had sold out all the grain, did not delay, and immediately took Wang Yinliang, the innate Taoist body, and ran to the Wuji Temple to ask for a meeting with the goddess Xinglan, hoping to get a share of the development of new grain varieties.

However, due to delays on the road and selling grain, he arrived a little late and failed to catch up with the first batch.

At this moment.

A long queue has already formed outside the main hall of Wuji Shrine.

Goddess Xinglan, Elder Xuanhe, and Elder Qingmu are receiving waves of "distinguished guests" in the main hall.

These are representatives of major aristocratic families, either from Xuantian City or from the nearby Void Sea.

"The Xuantian Saint Clan's Li family will pre-purchase new grain seeds for a period of one hundred years. The contract is 10%, and both parties will be responsible for their profits and losses."

After discussing with an ancestor of the Holy Clan, Elder Aoki signed a hundred-year supply contract.

Then, the ancestor of the saint clan thanked him profusely and left with satisfaction.

"Next person!"

Elder Qingmu looked serious on the surface, but he was happy in his heart.

Cool! He had never felt so happy in his life.

With the announcement of new grain yields and Her Highness the Goddess secretly using various means to carry out propaganda, the price of grain in Xuantian City is plummeting at a crazy speed.

At this time, if major aristocratic families hold on to their old crops, they will inevitably fall into long-term losses.

The only thing they can do is to seize the time to obtain new grain seeds to increase the yield per unit acre and maintain the original output of spiritual field resources.

However, Her Highness the Goddess is merciful.

As long as the local family of [Wandao Xuantian] purchases grain futures, they can get a certain discount to compensate for the loss of the plummeting price of old grain.

As a result, the local aristocratic families who were still resentful at first were naturally very happy.

As for whether food prices will spread beyond Wandao Xuantian sooner or later, whether the families in other heavens will suffer losses in this wave is none of Wuji Shrine's business.

In the words of Her Majesty the Goddess, after all, the families in other heavens are richer than Wandao Xuantian, and they will not die if they lose a little.

In his busy schedule, Elder Qingmu received representatives from aristocratic families one after another, and sold more and more grain futures.

He couldn't help but make heroic calculations in his heart.

When the shrine makes a lot of money this time and gives Aoki a bonus, he will buy two large bottles of [Tian Yuan Sheng Dan], eat one bottle, throw it away... no, look at one bottle!

Moreover, he had to change his daily rice to eighth-grade Holy Spirit Rice, and occasionally he could try a meal of ninth-grade Daoist Spirit Rice.

As for the seventh-grade fairy rice, haha, go to hell with the seventh-grade fairy rice!

He, the majestic Taoist master, has long been fed up with the seven-grade rice that he can't get enough of no matter how much he eats. From now on, he won't even eat it if it is given to him for free. Whoever likes it will eat it!

In addition to Elder Qingmu, Goddess Xinglan and Elder Xuanhe are also very busy.

They quickly received family representatives one after another and signed contracts one after another. However, the family representatives outside were all anxious, fearing that they would not be able to queue up new grains.

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at the same time.

In front of the main hall of Wuji Shrine.

A ray of light flew over quickly, settled on the steps in front of the hall, and turned into a human figure in an instant.

The figure was slightly stout and looked quite blessed. He was clearly the elder of the Divine Treasure Hall, the elder of Baohu.

However, his face, which had always had a peaceful expression on his face, was now burning with anger, and his eyes seemed a little angry, but also a little annoyed.

deficit! Elder Baohu has suffered a huge loss this time!

Although the loss was not his personal money, but the public account of the Divine Treasure Palace! But he caused the Divine Treasure Palace to suffer such a huge loss, how could he get any benefits?

And this time, it was obvious that Goddess Xinglan was setting a trap for him, deliberately trying to trick him!

At this moment, Elder Baohu was preparing to rush into the hall with great momentum and settle the score with Goddess Xinglan.

"Fellow Taoist Baohu, please stay."

An old and tired voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Elder Baohu turned around and saw one of the deputy hall masters of the Nanming Temple - Ancestor Ji Yan, and the younger generation's elite Mingzhe Shenzi.

Both of them looked very bad now, as if they had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

As soon as he saw these two people, Elder Baohu became very angry and sneered: "It turns out to be Senior Jiyan. I heard that you signed a gambling contract with Goddess Xinglan? Wow, that's really interesting~~ This Bo, are you afraid that you have won big?"

"Why is Elder Baohu so sarcastic?" Ancestor Ji Yan's face turned stern and he said displeasedly, "When did I offend you?"

The overall strength of the Divine Treasure Hall is powerful. Although Elder Baohu is just an ordinary Taoist master, he is not afraid of Ancestor Ji Yan.

Hearing this, he still sneered and said: "Ancestor Jiyan, I really believed in your evil deeds. For the sake of some mere benefits, I colluded with you and offended Taoist Master Chenguang and Goddess Xinglan!"

"It's not your fault, why would Goddess Xinglan set a trap for me!? Jiyan, ah Jiyan, you have made me suffer~! That Goddess Xinglan is so cruel!"

Ancestor Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily: "The contract was signed between you and Goddess Xinglan willingly. Do you blame me?"

"If I don't blame you, who should I blame?! I still suspect that you and Goddess Xinglan have secretly colluded, exchanged tricks, and deliberately dragged me into a trap!"

Elder Baohu also glared angrily, with a look of panic on his face, and was ready to bite at will, drag Ancestor Ji Yan and Son of Mingzhe into the water, and use him as his backing.

Seeing that the two bosses were about to quarrel, Mingzhe Shenzi hurriedly persuaded: "Senior Baohu, ancestor, we are all grasshoppers in the same boat now, we can't have any more internal strife."

"In this matter, it is obvious that Goddess Xinglan deliberately set a trap for us. If we put pressure on her alone, it would be a bit weak. How about we join hands and pressure Wuji Palace to modify the contract. At least, we must do our best. Possible recovery of losses.”

"Otherwise, neither Senior Baohu nor the ancestors will be able to explain to the summit."

As soon as these words came out, Elder Baohu and Ancestor Ji Yan both woke up instantly.

Probably because they had a common enemy, after getting rid of their anger, the two quickly calmed down and felt that only joining forces would be more oppressive, and they could have a good "chat" with Taoist Master Chenguang and Xinglan Goddess.

In a few words, they joined hands and agreed to move forward and retreat together without compromise!

soon.

Goddess Xinglan also learned of their arrival.

The three of them were quickly invited to the side hall by Goddess Xinglan.

The maids filed in and served tea and fruits. Before they could leave the side hall, Elder Baohu couldn't wait to start attacking.

"Goddess Xinglan, where is your master, Taoist Master Chenguang?"

Elder Baohu spoke coldly, and Peiran's anger turned into the substantial Taoist pressure that rose up and surged towards her.

It was obvious that he had no intention of giving any face to Goddess Xinglan, as if he wanted to use his power as a Taoist master to overwhelm others.

Unexpectedly.

Faced with his aggressive questioning, Goddess Xinglan did not panic at all.

She took a sip of tea and then said calmly: "My master is in retreat, and now I am the one who speaks in Wuji Shrine. Senior Baohu, you came here in anger, but what's the matter?"

"What happened?!" Elder Baohu laughed angrily, "Goddess Xinglan, you are young, but you are very good at playing tricks! Do you think that our Divine Treasure Palace is easy to bully..."

"boom!!"

Before Elder Baohu could finish his threatening words, there was a loud noise, and the coffee table in front of Goddess Xinglan was smashed to pieces with her slap.

"Bah! You old treasure gourd, this goddess is giving you face, isn't it?" Goddess Xinglan cursed with a cold face, "If you dare to speak arrogantly in front of me again, believe it or not, I will immediately I ordered you, the shameless old thing, to be tied up and sent back to the headquarters of the Divine Treasure Palace together with the contract!"

Goddess Xinglan's sudden rage immediately suppressed Elder Baohu's momentum.

The words he spoke were choked back, his face suddenly became cloudy and uncertain, and the look he looked at Goddess Xinglan also became suspicious.

If he is really kidnapped and sent back to the temple headquarters, let alone how things will develop in the future, he, Elder Baohu, will be unlucky first.

This sentence actually hit his Achilles heel!

This Xinglan... Why does it seem like he has changed into a different person? This change of face has become so fast.

When negotiating the contract before, his attitude was gentle and courteous, referring to him as "senior", but in the blink of an eye, he became "Baohu, you old guy", and even slapped the table with me! Where did you learn these tricks?

For a moment, Elder Baohu's eyes were in a daze.

Xinglan's methods and momentum were not like those of a young man who had just taken charge of the palace. For a moment, he almost mistakenly thought that he was negotiating with some old fox.

"Ahem~"

Seeing that Elder Debaohu was suppressed in the first round, Ancestor Ji Yan immediately coughed twice, put on the posture of an elder and said: "Xinglan~~"

Unexpectedly.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Goddess Xinglan.

"What's the star? What's the blue? Are you familiar with this goddess?" She raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't give ancestor Ji Yan any face.

Ancestor Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, and then an endless anger surged in his heart: "Goddess Xinglan, not even your master dares to speak to this deputy palace master like this!"

"What? Old guy, you can't bear this little grievance?! When you forced my master earlier, your face was not like this." Goddess Xinglan chuckled, "The contract between you and me has been extended. I printed a few copies and can give them to the other two deputy hall masters of Nanming Temple and His Majesty the Emperor at any time."

"I believe they will put the reputation of Nanming Temple first and do whatever they want."

"You..." Ancestor Ji Yan's chest felt tight, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

If Goddess Xinglan were to do this, then his Xingyan lineage would probably be completely suppressed.

Moreover, Emperor Zun would never let Nanming Temple lose money by using public accounts. He would definitely sell his private property of Jiyan's lineage to fulfill the contract.

"What are you?" Goddess Xinglan took the tea that the maid brought again in her spare time, and slowly and slowly stirred the tea foam. Her movements were indescribably noble and elegant, but her words were unceremonious, "If you want to talk, sit down and have a good chat. Talk, if you don’t want to talk, get out immediately.”

Ancestor Ji Yan's face turned blue and white with anger.

He wanted to just walk away, but he couldn't muster the courage.

If you just leave like this, the losses will really not be recovered. He really couldn't afford such a big loss!

As for using force against the Xinglan Goddess in the Wuji Palace... that would be even more self-inflicted.

"Xinglan." At this time, Mingzhe Shenzi, who saw his ancestors being humiliated, finally couldn't help but stand up, "We are all from the younger generation..."

"Go, go, go~! Don't get close to me, I won't recognize your status." Goddess Xinglan waved her hands and cast a look of deep contempt at him, "You said that you are also a quasi-god after all. If you are really My charm attracts you, so you have to perform well and make yourself stronger to conquer me."

"Look, what have you done? You're so cowardly and obscene, and you even resorted to using your power to force others to marry me?"

"I'll kill you, my goddess!"

"What a beautiful idea you have! You don't want to urinate and show yourself. You are a coward like you, you are not as good as the Jian boy from the Demon Temple. At least, you dare to throw money at me with a clear price tag. At least you have the courage."

The more Goddess Xinglan scolded her, the more she felt happy. The more she scolded her, the more she felt that this so-called Son of God Mingzhe was nothing!

Compared to Young Master Shouzhe, this boy was like a toad in a muddy pond. He could only croak and scream all day long, and there was no part of him that could catch her eye!

Mingzhe Shenzi has grown so big, how could he ever be scolded like this?

At that moment, he was scolded so much that his mind went blank, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

In the first round, Xinglan Goddess faced one against three, making the formation unparalleled.

Complete victory!

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