There is always something wrong with the temple

The pitch-black eyes calmly looked at the enchanted revolver, and explained seriously: "This is a bad thing, it will hurt people."

Emily: ...Why would she shoot if she couldn't hurt someone? !

Emily was the most notorious trafficker in the street, and whether it was the Tory party or the street girls on the street behind, they all thought of Emily the same.

With a dark heart, Emily doesn't care about anyone else except herself.

But, but the unreasonable feeling and the treacherous feeling of being seen through made Emily's hand holding the revolver tremble a little.

The appearance and words of Wu Su reminded Emily of some long-standing emotions, as if the weakness and grievances covered under the darkness were overturned and exposed to the light, as if she had once prostrated herself at the feet of the gods.

So small, so humble.

According to their previous agreement, after Emily tricked the person back, she would be knocked out and sent to the pier directly.

The person who ordered the shipment was one of the Tories' "distinguished guests", and the shipment was often delivered directly to him.And the news of arresting this petite and delicate boy came from the pier a long time ago, and it seems that someone has been eyeing him for a long time.

Emily had heard rumors that that distinguished guest had some unspeakable hobby.

But she never cared what happened to the goods.

Blake couldn't help popping his head out of his pocket, the black scales smooth and cold.

"She stinks too."

When Wu Su lowered her head, Emily, who watched Black appear with her own eyes, narrowed her eyes slightly, and the strange feeling of panic made her shoot continuously.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Four consecutive shots were directed at the incomparably beautiful young man. Emily's lips trembled and squirmed, and the finger that pulled the trigger was stiff and unable to straighten.

The bullet pierced through Wu Su's arm, heart and head, and then completely melted away, as if it had never happened before.

Facing the impossible things and the distorted changes in her deeds, Emily felt as if her world was falling apart, and those world concepts that were so profound that they should have seemed to be no longer the same in an instant.

In Emily's sight, her fingers were aching as if they were melting, her chest was throbbing so fast and tense that she almost felt sick, the stabbing pain and intense burning sensation in her back was so strong that Emily wanted to roll on the spot, but Those feelings made Emily panic, as if something was beyond common sense.

[She has no contact with professionals. 】

Professionals, that is, knights, warlocks, mages, etc., are cultivators with extraordinary abilities.

There was some pity in the voice of the rules, and Emily started to lose control.

There are bulges under her dress, her fingers are liquefied and sticky, and even her skin and flesh seem to have a viscous sound of liquid sloshing, like a soft body melting under the light.

The petite boy seemed to be walking towards her.

Emily seemed to see some kind of milky white and magnificent light on his body, and that feeling made the burning pain in her body disappear, as if she had returned to her mother's arms safely, and knelt down on her father's knees, as warm as if Hide by the fireplace in winter.

All, all the feelings made Emily want to curl up like it was the beginning of it all.

The translucent frame twisted twice, watching the deserted silence in the alley, slowly sprinkled flowers on the frame.

[Congratulations on eradicating rape and eradicating evil, and you will be rewarded with 1 pounds. 】

The rules gave a monetary reward in due course, and it estimated that there was not enough money in the small purse of five sous to go to the factory.

Following a master who has no common sense has to help him fill in loopholes constantly.

Wu Su slowly crouched down where Emily was originally standing, her small body shrinking into a ball from behind.

The translucent frame is a little nervous, is this one sad?

Wu Su grumbled as he touched the soil, drawing a few horizontal lines with his soft fingers, and Ji Ji heard him whisper, "Be a good person in the future."

Xiao Wusu carefully followed the ritual of the Lord of Dawn to prepare Mass for Emily.

rule:?Where does that woman look like she believes in righteous gods?

When Aliena told stories to the little lord Wusu, he memorized those things clearly.

It's just that Aliena forgot to mention one thing.

Churches with different gods and different beliefs have different requirements.

"What is this?" After Wu Su finished the ceremony, he held a small statue in his gray hands.

The statue is too blurry to see clearly, but it is obviously a sculpture like a human face, with two bright red eyeballs inlaid on it, which seems to have a strange and bewitching feeling.

This drops where Emily disappears.

[Some kind of item sacrificed by evil gods. 】

The rules will be said after careful study.

Gods such as the Lord of Dawn will not have human-shaped worship statues. Their own images are strange and inexplicable. Once they appear, they will be completely out of control like little monsters. The sticky little monster was handed over to Mephisto—that made all the statues enshrined by the churches be created by the impressions of their own gods' occasional descending over millions of years, not fixed. shape.

Only the idols of evil gods are depicted in human form.

Wu Su caressed the small statue.

The treacherous strangeness trembled at Wu Su's fingertips.

Moments later, the statue was completely annihilated and dissipated in Wusu's hands.

Wusu sniffed her little nose, holding her head up in distress.

"Five Su smells of Mephistopheles."

Rules: ... don't feel surprised at all!

Wu Su patted his little hands, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, and left the alley with short legs.

On the opposite side of the alley, when a few hidden eyes noticed that the person who left safely was Wusu, the eagerness and presumptuousness disappeared.

Who can be offended and who cannot be offended has its own rules in the Eastern District.

No matter who killed who, either the seemingly ignorant and innocent boy is actually hiding something, or he will be hunted down by the Tory Party, no matter which ending is enough to keep those ordinary undercurrents away from the vortex. center.

With little short legs, when they reached the factory area, Wu Su had stopped Black from sticking his head out four times.

Wusu: Five times!

The gluttonous little chubby dragon had his stomach full, and the closer he got to the factory area, Wu Su could feel that the black dragon cub was getting more and more irritable.

That wasn't what Black meant, but just like it got into the debuff in the first place, the chubby dragon was really hungry.

The dense smoke in the factory area is dense, and the workers shuttle among them, both men and women are tired.

House 4-21 Black Street.

"Happy" Meat Factory.

Wu Su looked at the nameplate, and it turned out that "Happy" was the name of this meat factory.

The manager of Happy Meat Factory is not Andrew. Andrew is regarded as the owner and investor. The person directly in charge is Bryce Kent, an employee he hired. He came to the office in a hurry after receiving the news from the concierge.He was wearing the most ordinary clothes. If it weren't for Bryce's sharp eyes, he wouldn't even be able to tell that Bryce was the person who managed the factory.

Although he had heard questions about his age on the phone, Bryce was still surprised when he saw Wusu.

too young.

Also too clean.

This young master should not appear in this dirty factory area at all, but in the upper-level banquet venue, dancing gently accompanied by champagne delicacies, he must be the center of the banquet.Bryce used to be the housekeeper of a viscount, even the young master he served later, never had the kind of alienation that was almost between divinity and tenderness like the young master in front of him.

His eyes were dark, and his figure was petite, like a delicate and lovely doll, and his small voice was very soft, dispelling the specious illusion in the blink of an eye, "I would like to ask you to send the predetermined quantity to Hobbit Avenue regularly, every day Is it feasible to send it once a month?"

Bryce suddenly came back to his senses, smiled and said decently: "You said that Happy Meat Factory is committed to serving every customer. What is the quantity you want to order?"

Hobbit Street is a well-known street in the Central District, and Bryce has naturally heard of it.

Wu Su said slowly with his little hands behind his back, "5000 pounds of meat every month?"

According to the food intake of the little fat dragon, this can probably make it barely full, and even supplement the meat needed by the territory.

The chicken coop is well kept by Archibald Bromfield.

But it's so good, he doesn't even make much arrangements for his assistants, and he does everything by himself.

Raised chickens are not willing to eat.

When others came to buy it, Archibald didn't bother or get annoyed, and watched eagerly after it was sold.

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This makes the people in the territory dumbfounded, and unless the buyer is cold-hearted, they can't stand the eye wave attack.

Aliena even received numerous fines from Archibald.

To make up for taxes.

Archibald was unusually self-conscious.

Acknowledge your mistake, but don't change it.

After listening to Bryce: ?

The output of the entire happy meat factory is not so much!

The factory has been in operation for half a year, and quickly got rid of losses and turned to profitability. This is enough to make Bryce proud, but the number of five sous openings directly hit Bryce's confidence, and he was even a little dazed and surprised. How many mouthfuls does this have to eat?

Bryce was in a daze for a few seconds, and immediately realized that this was a big order that needed to be taken immediately. He immediately said, "I need to discuss it with my master. Please wait in the office for a while."

He turned into the study inside and made a phone call.

Wusu sat on the chair.

His little short legs couldn't touch the floor yet.

Wu Su said sullenly, "Why are Wu Su's legs short?"

He likes Mephisto's long legs.

A lot of things can be crossed in one step.

Five sous was going to patter away.

Translucent frame: 【You can lengthen your legs. 】

Isn't it easy to knead a flat file?

This is not difficult for Wusu at all.

Wu Su frowned, and said softly, "But Wu Su can't."

Rules: ... I forgot that this is a ignorant cutie in the novice stage.

To tell the truth, when Rules first met Emily, he thought he had seen the previous one in a daze.

[Let Mephisto shorten his legs to accompany you. 】

Rules hint at bad ideas.

Wu Su giggled, "You are bad!"

He was still touching the little fat dragon with his left hand, to calm down the black dragon cub who smelled the fragrance in the factory.

After a while, Bryce quickly came out and signed a contract based on what they said.

The contract was made in triplicate, one was kept in the factory, one was given to Wusou, and the remaining one was sent to the government to keep as a record, in case there was a dispute that could not be adjudicated.

Wusu and Bryce made an appointment on the 20th of each month, and the first delivery was two days later.

And Wusu paid a deposit of 1 pounds at a time.

To be honest, it was the first time Bryce had seen someone actually carry ten thousand pounds.

Five sous dig and dig, in the pocket for a long time.

Ten thousand pounds of money can't just appear out of thin air, and it's a bit strange for Bryce to look at Wusu's pockets in the end.

After taking out so much money, the bag is still bulging, how much money is hidden?If Bryce hadn't maintained his identity, he didn't know if he would touch people's hearts with money.

In fact, the remaining bulging is not small money.

It's Little Fat Dragon!

The five sous were delivered by Bryce himself to the pier.

In fact, he didn't know how Wu Su got back at all, but when he thought about Wu Su walking on the road like this, it was like a piece of fat fell into the tiger's mouth.

With such a big customer, even if Bryce temporarily shut down the factory for a long time, he would not be able to cause problems.

When Emma arrived home, the maid took her coat and hung it up.

The housekeeper bowed, "Ma'am, the master has returned."

Emma was a little surprised. Normally, Andrew would not come back until after dark. She had just walked a few steps before reaching the living room. The handsome Andrew came out quickly, hugged Emma's thin waist, and said with a smile: "Emma, ​​my dear Emma, ​​you helped me make a big deal!"

Emma saw Andrew's smiling face, and couldn't help laughing too, "What good happened? Why didn't I know?"

Andrew hugged Emma and sat down in the living room, "A young master came to the factory in the afternoon and took the address you wrote to place an order. The order was so large that I contacted Bruwen immediately before swallowing it."

Bruven's factory and Andrew happen to be in the same industry, but the relationship between the two has always been mediocre.

Let Andrew and Bruwen join forces, and the only thing the merchants are chasing is profit.

Emma immediately thought of the cute and exquisite villain on Hobbit Street, her brows and eyes were curved in surprise, "It turned out to be him."

"The order will be delivered the day after tomorrow. I don't worry about Bryce if the quantity is too large. I will keep an eye on it then." Andrew continued: "But according to what Bryce said, he asked me if I was a god of love. Believers." He nodded several times as he spoke, thanking the God of Love for his care.

The central and western districts are separated by a wide river.

The cabin that Bryce arranged for Wusu was the upper class cabin. Not only did he have a very spacious room for the short river journey, but he also arranged for dinner.The service and safety of the Crest Steamship Company is well known throughout the Rosa Kingdom.

Xiao Wusu didn't stay in the cabin for long, when he just went out, he met the waiter and took Wusu to the restaurant.

The restaurant is open-air, with candles and dinner plates on more than a dozen tables separated by various flowers.

After Wu Su was ushered to sit down, the waiter quickly brought over the list.

Wusu looked at it for a while with a tense face, and ordered all the meat on the list.

The waiter recorded it without changing his expression, took the list and stepped back, and soon the five-sou table was full of five-sou items.

Wu Su lay on the dining table, and tapped his fingers twice casually, and Black jumped out of his pocket impatiently, and jumped onto the dining table twice, humming and gnawing.

Wu Su's small head lay on his hands, his arms propped on the table and he muttered to himself, "How can Wu Su go back?"

Rules: ...Are you just talking casually about what you said before?

Wu Su shook her short legs, then said with a smile, "Black."

His small voice was sweet, and Black, who was called, raised his dragon head, his tail swept over Wusu's fingers, and the hard scales shone with a cold white light.

"Can you carry people?"

Black's short front paws patted his chest, bang bang bang was not doing anything at all, "Blake take Master Wusu back!"

Wu Su clapped his little hands, making a happy decision.

Twilight fell when Blake ate and licked all the plates clean.

The dim sunset floated across the river, and the open-air restaurant could occasionally hear subtle conversations next door, which revealed reserved and alienated conversations, and Wu Su occasionally stole two pieces of pastry from Blake's dinner plate to eat.

Little Fat Dragon was lying on a clean dinner plate, that kind of comfortable and warm small group consciousness was tightly curled up in Wu Su's mind, extremely dependent and soft.

It rolled around like a fish dragon, stood up while swinging its thick and long tail, and suddenly raised its head to the sky and howled.

The low-pitched dragon chant is long and ancient, like an ancient legend set foot in the long river of history.

It was like thunder on the ground, and the whole ship became restless.

Blake's figure stretched more and more, the petite wings flapping on its back, and gradually got rid of the chubby young dragon's appearance, and the freely elongated body gradually moved away from the ship, as if driving the wind, suspended above the ship .

A man with blinding eyes quickly ran out on the deck, his appearance was not obvious, but Wusu saw the soaring yellow light.

That is his own color.

He is the professional responsible for the protection of this ship.

——Crest is committed to providing the best service for every passenger!

Wu Su thought,

Maybe he is a follower of the Mother Earth?

Xiao Wusu thought sleepily.

Wusu was a little sleepy.

Wu Su reached out and rubbed his big eyes, then yawned obediently.

At the same time, the dragon chant sounded again. Above the ship, a slender and huge dragon quietly poked its head out of the clouds. The blue longan's eyes and flapping wings swept the wind, and the hard black scales floated in the middle of the thunder. The layers were distinct, and after a few extremely low and long moans, the legendary creature flew down, and its long neck penetrated into the upper deck.

The person on the second deck flicked his fingers a few times, and the flame-like color was burning. After the "Puchi" flashed, he appeared on the open-air restaurant in the blink of an eye.

Those who can attend the open-air restaurant are all wealthy people——

Thunder flashed, and in the silver-white lightning like a dragon, there was an ancient giant dragon that could only exist in legends. The dark and gloomy scales shone with terrifying fear, as arrogant and reckless as a monster.

But cautiously bent his head.

A petite figure appeared on the black dragon's head.

As if hearing the movement of the professional, the petite man turned his head.

He seemed to see the Son of God.