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In terms of appeal, Zhu Minglang really did not have any.
Sure enough, the God of Ostentatiousness became the "representative" of the Tianshu Gods. Countless leaders joined the ranks of the God of Ostentatiousness, hoping to get a share of the pie under the leadership of the God of Ostentatiousness.
The Loulong School seemed to be really suitable for him.
He was the only Sect Master.
The current situation also proved his identity. Although Zhu Minglang was the leader, he couldn't form a team of Gods to listen to his orders.
On one hand, the leader had to be a God.
Only a God could see the mysterious ancient species, and only a God could see the mysterious ancient species.
On the other hand, Zhu Minglang had indeed offended many Gods in the circle of Tianshu Gods. He didn't take the initiative to make friends with them, and he didn't care when others came to express their goodwill. He also broke people's fingers a lot, and he was destined to be isolated.
Of course, Zhu Minglang wasn't completely isolated.
Linghu Ling and Wu Xiao were definitely willing to follow Zhu Minglang. After all, in the Dragon Gate, they didn't suffer any losses when following Zhu Minglang.
However, both of them were Gods' representatives, so they had to lead the team personally.
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In recent days, the other Gods were mobilizing, forming groups, and forming factions.
Zhu Minglang, on the other hand, was like a salted fish. He went to the massage parlor every two to three days. Although Yang Bing, Qin Zhi, and Li Wangshan wanted to follow Zhu Minglang, Zhu Minglang felt it was more convenient to travel alone.
I have no melon when the rain falls!
Sister Xuan Ge wanted to support him, but he had offended too many Gods, so she couldn't help him.
"Boss Zhu, Shen Du is suddenly empty. Are we just going to stay here every day and not do anything?" Ling Song couldn't help but ask.
"There's no rush. Let them deal with it first. The intrigue between the gods is very strong. Furthermore, when the gods fight, the mortals suffer. We just have to wait for those gods to break the precepts." Zhu Minglang said.
"Oh."
"Do you still have grapes? Bring me some more. It's not enough," Zhu Minglang said to Miss Xiu.
"Yes, Little Jiang, wash some more grapes," the blind woman said to a servant girl in the courtyard.
The servant girl responded with a crisp sound.
Not long after, the little girl carried a plate of washed grapes and carefully placed it beside Zhu Minglang. She had a pair of big, black eyes that were like pearls. She curiously sized up Zhu Minglang.
"Why is there only one plate? Where's mine?" Ling Song said unhappily.
When Zhu Minglang saw that the little girl was almost touching his cheek, he couldn't help but smile and ask, "Did you just get here?"
"Yes, yes, big brother is very handsome," said the girl named Little Jiang.
"How old are you?"
"Just over 12 years old," Little Jiang said.
"To be able to make you not miss the handsomeness of this world, those fingers were not broken in vain." Zhu Minglang nodded with satisfaction.
"Big brother, what are you talking about? Little Jiang doesn't understand," said the girl.
Little Jiang was very curious about everything. She also had a naive and cute feeling that was not afraid of strangers.
"What about me? You're still so young. How can you judge a person by his appearance? Give big brother a plate of grapes, too," Ling Song called out from the side.
"Okay, Uncle Ling Song."
"…" Ling Song leaned back and closed his eyes tightly. He cursed the world for being unfair in his heart.
After eating the grapes, Zhu Minglang left with an umbrella.
The wind blew in and almost blew away a small piece of silver left on the plate of grapes.
Ling Song glanced at it and was very surprised.
"He paid this time!" Ling Song said.
The blind woman asked Little Jiang to put away the silver. Her slender hands couldn't help but grip the corner of her clothes tightly.
She couldn't see what Zhu Minglang looked like.
However, not long ago, when she finally secretly brought out a girl from the Man Kingdom who was not subjected to the Blind Torture, the blind woman realized something.
Ever since she became sensible, she had been burning incense and praying to the gods.
Now, there was also an incense stand in the shop. The incense never stopped burning. She even persisted in praying before sleeping every day …
However, everything she did in the past was nothing compared to chatting with a special guest.
The blind woman also understood now why he didn't pay last time.
However, this favor was something that she would not be able to repay even if she worked like a cow or a horse for several lifetimes.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly crying?" Ling Song saw that Miss Xiu's eyes were moist. He was puzzled.
Didn't he just give her money?
She didn't have to be so touched. He gave her money every time he came. Sometimes, he even gave her more. However, Miss Xiu never accepted more.
"The wind blew into my eyes. Young Master Ling, this Young Master Zhu is very special, right?"
"Other than being handsome, I don't think there's anything special about him. Of course, it's possible that we haven't known each other for long … Oh, he's quite loyal. I helped him steal something and something happened. He didn't hesitate to go against me and flaunt the gods," Ling Song said.
After Ling Song left, Miss Xiu found a piece of paper and a pen.
"Little Jiang, don't you know how to draw? Can you draw that Young Master?" Miss Xiu asked.
"Yes, but I can't see him. The other sisters can't see him either. What's the point of drawing him?"
"Hang him on the incense table. In the future, we will only worship this god."
"Ah?? Is he a god?! "Little Jiang exclaimed in surprise. Her big black eyes were shining brightly.
"Yes."
"Then … then will we still accept money from him in the future?"
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It was raining.
The green rain made the entire Xuan Ge Capital look like a city in a poem or painting. After Zhu Minglang finished his daily dragon taming routine, he stepped on the wet green steps.
Suddenly, Zhu Minglang felt something. He looked up at the sky.
For some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that the Fuchen Star that belonged to him was becoming more and more conspicuous.
Sometimes, he could even feel its existence during the day.
Moreover, when he was emptying his mind, Zhu Minglang would hear some whispers of prayers. It was like a soothing song in the distance. He couldn't hear what it was exactly, but it made him feel very comfortable.
"I'm so free."
"Speaking of which, will there be those with great wisdom among the mysterious ancient species?"
"If it was me and I saw that the Xuan Ge Capital was empty and there weren't many gods guarding it, I would definitely come here and trample on it …"
Zhu Minglang held the umbrella and muttered to himself as he walked.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang looked at the rainy sky. The sky was hazy and there was a strange fog in the distant mountains. It was slowly floating toward the holy cities near the Xuan Ge Capital.
Zhu Minglang could vaguely make out a strange figure in the misty green rain. It was currently being illuminated by the divine light of his Fuchen Star, forming a dark silhouette in the sky!
Zhu Minglang's spirit was lifted.
There really was one!
This mysterious ancient demon had great wisdom that was perfectly compatible with him.
"Demon, you came at the right time, you came at the right time!"
This god is about to grow mushrooms in the Xuan Ge Capital!
I, Zhu Minglang, am willing to worship you as the wisest mysterious ancient demon!
Later, be gentle.
"Wake up, wake up, it's time to work!"
Zhu Minglang's mood became even better. He hurriedly woke up the dragon pets in the spirit domain.
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