Chapter 5863: My soul is rich
"To fight her right is to fight the shrine. Even if these people can succeed for a while, can they escape the shrine's order to kill them?"
"I feel that since these people dare to attack the fisherwoman, maybe they are not afraid of her shrine status!"
"Perhaps, these people belong to the shrine, and their status and status are far above that of the fisherwoman. Otherwise, how dare to challenge him?"
"The shrine's level of identity has been distinguished since ancient times! High and low, high and low, do not overstep, how can the people at the bottom have the courage to challenge the top?!"
"..."
Speaking of later, I did not guess the identity of Feng Chenglin and others.
However, there was a consensus on something--
"Come on!"
Li Zhaizhu climbed up and waved his arms.
"While the fish girl is dealing with personal matters, we also hurry up to do our things...you hurry up to clear this place out, and when the fish girl finds the tower god, let's continue to open the mountain!!"
In the distance, some people doing business copy their hands and eat melons silently.
For them, this year's opening of the mountain-
It's so beautiful! !
In the past, it was at best singing and dancing to add to the fun, put a string of whip to make a good luck.
But now?
It's a real fight!
Moreover, it is still an unidentified person who provokes the envoy of the shrine.
This relationship is so exciting to think about it!
but--
Why don't you stop fighting?
The crowd onlookers didn't understand, so they didn't dare to ask, they all felt like a cat scratched.
"You said, what are the origins of these three people? How dare you fight the people of the shrine?"
"What is it? I think it's three clubs!"
"That is, the people in the shrine dare to provoke them, it's just looking for death!"
"That's not necessarily true. I'm optimistic about the three people..." A thin man standing in front of the team squinted his eyes: "If you want me to say, in the end, these three people will definitely win. That's not a man or a woman. It's over!"
"Shhh..."
Someone booed immediately behind.
"You want to die? You dare to say that?"
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, the people of the shrine are bound to die!" The little man became even more arrogant, turning his head and hanging his eyes, frantically: "If any of you don't believe it, let's make a bet on which of them loses. Win! How about one win?"
Someone immediately despised: "You little thing, how can you be rich?"
"Huh, don't you look down on people?" The little man was unhappy, and threw off the coat on his shoulders: "Master is here to buy things, can you still bring things? Look..."
He graciously opened the garment.
"Look at them all to see if you are rich!!"
The man was curious, tilted his head and looked over.
After a glance, the eyeball almost fell out: "This...this is..."
Damn it!
Turns out to be-BRIC! !
These people, at most, carry gold coins or exchanged ticket stubs.
How can anyone ever make a deal with gold bricks on their backs!
Moreover, it is still a tangle of gold bricks! !
can--
"You... won't your gold be fake?"
Looking at the kid's clothes, it is just a poor man.
How come there are so many gold bricks? !
The little man was speechless and rolled his eyes: "Haven't you heard that people are not good-looking, and the sea is not worth fighting? You just saw my appearance but not my soul... My soul is rich! !"
Everyone: "..."
No matter how rich your soul is, it won't be able to turn into gold bricks, right?
