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Feng Xinzhi, who was stared at by Yato, had no other feelings, but somehow felt that the existence of gods was not unacceptable.

There are abilities, curses, etc., so it is reasonable to create gods because of belief... I guess.

Feng Xinzhi lowered his eyes and glanced at Yato's business card in his hand, and his eyes lingered on the English words of "Takeaway God" for a while.

Could it be possible that the takeaway god is a god who was born due to the rising logistics business in these years?

It's a little strange, he always feels that the god in front of him doesn't seem to be so peaceful and close to the people, so he should belong to the category of Martial God, instead of doing these miscellaneous things.

In other words, did the former Valkyrie have to change his priesthood because his faith gradually disappeared?

Five yen has the same pronunciation as fate, which is a way for the gods to collect beliefs, representing the willingness to form a relationship with the gods.

Although Yato doesn't look like an evil god, it seems a bit bad to teach faith so easily.

From the corner of Feng Xinzhi's eyes, he glanced at Gojo Satoru slightly, and found the undisguised vile interest in the other party's eyes, and there was no believer's admiration for seeing a god.

Oh, no matter what, he doesn't believe that Gojo Satoru will believe in gods. He is obviously a guy who is so arrogant that he can call himself a god. The scene where Gojo Satoru will have faith in gods is simply unimaginable.

Is it just a relationship that does not require sincere faith?

Yato really belongs to the kind of gods who are easy to deceive. It doesn't mean that kind of deceit, but it means that they are willing to make unequal efforts for a weak belief.

The sudden idea made Feng Xinzhi blink his eyes, and he didn't know why he had such a magical idea suddenly.

"Just dial the phone number on the business card and you will be on call, and you can do anything?"

Feng Xinzhi raised the business card in Yetou's hand, carefully looked at the god in the sports coat in front of him, narrowed his iris-colored eyes slightly, and spoke in an unclear tone.

If it is true that everything can be done, then the existence of gods is too dangerous for human beings.

As if aware of Feng Xinzhi's subtle thoughts, Yedou showed vigilant cat eyes, and tentatively opened his mouth cautiously and reservedly.

"...Don't accept some strange color services!"

However, if there are many believers who are willing to offer their faith for this, then he can only satisfy the wishes of the believers!

Yato's eyes clearly showed a completely different meaning from the words, and the essence of willingly abandoning the image of a god for Wuyen was fully exposed.

Hearing this answer and seeing the meaning in Ye Dou's eyes, Feng Xinzhi silently glanced at the unscrupulous teacher beside him who suddenly laughed out loud.

Especially when the other party put his hand on his shoulder, putting on a look of consideration for him, and his tone was inexplicably mentally retarded and full of evil humor.

"For the color service, it seems that you are at a disadvantage, right?"

Painful emotions were revealed in the blue eyes, as if seeing her delicate flowers successfully grafted by wild flowers from outside, she was very affectionate.

Feng Xinzhi: ...

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he just wanted to open Gojo Satoru's brain to see if it was filled with concrete, no, maybe it was all sugar, and he didn't have any brains for thinking.

Really, too bad.

No wonder the reputation of being a teacher is so bad. The other teachers in the school all agree that this guy has wronged the students by becoming a teacher.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the education I love for you as a teacher. Have you felt the teacher's full love?"

Quickly aware of the hidden disgust in Feng Xinzhi's eyes, Gojo Satoru immediately justified himself, made a big heart with both hands, and launched it biubiu in the posture of Sailor Moon.

Not only not, but also felt some kind of malice.

Shocked, Feng Xinzhi took a step back, his eyes gradually numb from suffocation, he was indeed still too young to comprehend the realm of the strongest.

Yato, who was also startled, just blinked his eyes slightly, and successfully held Gojo Satoru's move with hundreds of years of experience of constantly losing his morals.

Yato God is omnipotent, he can do anything for his faith!

"Five yen, Mr. Shenmei, please send him to the central hospital in Yokohama, I will not accompany you."

Feng Xinzhi decisively stuffed the two bouquets of white flowers in Gojo Satoru's hands, and told Yato what he most wanted to achieve at the moment.

Although he really planned to accompany Gojo Wu to see Xia Youjie, but Wujo Wu couldn't stand it because he was too flamboyant and managed to persuade him to leave.

Gojo Satoru who was forcefully stuffed with flowers: ...?

Was he rejected by the students?No, no, Zhizhi must have lied to him!

Gojo Satoru, who didn't realize how annoying he was, pushed his sunglasses, feeling that things were not simple.

Damn it, without Zhizhi to accompany him, the donuts he used to pay homage to Jie are no longer delicious, and there is no way to make the students obedient and sensible, which is a bit of a loss.

Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought.

Yato, who accepted another five-yen coin, resolutely agreed to such a simple wish, waved goodbye to Feng Xinzhi who hurriedly evacuated, and shouted "Come again next time", trying to attract repeat customers.

Seeing that Feng Xinzhi did not look back and parted ways with him, Gojo Satoru finally realized the unchangeable fact that his lovely student abandoned him.

……This unscientific!Obviously no matter how much she teased her before, she was not so angry that she just left him and walked away.

Sure enough, he learned badly from Principal Ye Moth and the others, it's too abominable.

Forcibly labeling a group of people who said bad things about him, Gojo Satoru defended himself like this, not wanting to admit that it was his fault that was too bad.

"God Yato?"

After staring at Feng Xinzhi's disappearing figure for a long time, he turned his face decisively, shifted his gaze to Yato who was entrusted to send him to Yokohama Hospital, and made up his mind.

Gojo Satoru took out a credit card from his pocket. He seemed to think that the credit card was not intuitive enough, so he took out a few ten thousand banknotes from his wallet, and launched a banknote ability attack on a poor god.

"It's possible to revoke the wish, especially when it involves personal reluctance."

A few ten-thousand-dollar banknotes made the symbol of money appear concretely in Ye Dou's eyes, but he still restrained his urge to agree.

No, no, God still needs to be a little bit ethical!

He is a god who strives to fulfill the wishes of believers. How can he give up his goals and dignity for mere (whispered) money.

The self-hypnotized Yato shed tears of unbearable heartache, as if watching the money in his pocket fly away with wings, and the wings were inserted by himself.

Surprisingly, Gojo Satoru changed the term.

"Or you can go to Tianmangong to burn the incense for me first, and take the rest as a tip."

According to Wujo Satoru's personality, he is not so easy to talk, the above tone is simply super gentle, not his usual style of painting.

Holding a small stack of [-]-yuan banknotes, Yato felt mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

Why is that old pervert of the God of God not only prosperous, but also have such rich descendants? It's so hateful.

Just wait, my future self will surely have countless big shrines and 2000 million believers.

At that time, his name will be spread throughout Japan, and there will be a city residence on Gaotianyuan that is more magnificent than any god.

"Also, I have another request."

Gojo Satoru interrupted Yato's imagination, and took out a five-yen coin again, with a malicious expression on his face.

After listening to his request, Yato didn't say anything else, but looked at Gojo Satoru with a subtle incomprehension in his eyes, never expecting that the handsome guy in front of him would look like this.

However, he still decided to take money to do things, after all, the incense money of five yen cannot be let down no matter what.

……

Feng Xinzhi, who was returning to the Mafia building in the port, bumped into Chuya Nakahara, who had just returned from the mission.

He looked at the whole stack of mission reports in Chuya Nakahara's hand, and felt that Mafia's last conscience was indeed without any problems.

It seems like every Port Mafia boss is good at squeezing labor, no matter which world.

Feng Xinzhi took the initiative to say hello, and Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up at him, and his blue eyes were as deep and haloed as the ocean.

"Dazai, I mean the leader, did the leader sneak out again?"

Faced with this question, Feng Xinzhi could only laugh without saying a word, thinking that Mr. Zhong Yuan should understand what he meant.

He can't stop Mr. Zhi from leaving the port building, and if it's safe, it doesn't matter if he comes out to play.

"Isn't it because you share his workload!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also pulled Feng Xinzhi to a small corner, lowered his voice and pointed to the stack of reports in his hand, and spoke with a bit of intolerance.

"It would be good if he can handle one-third of it. There is also a whole day's fine life, refreshments and cakes, and sufficient sleep. Are you raising him as a son? Doting on him so much!"

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and remained silent at the same time.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who immediately realized what he said, also paused for a moment, and said a little stiffly: "Did I say something wrong? That's how it is."

If it weren't for Feng Xinzhi's connivance, Osamu Dazai would never have regained his fishing skills when he was a cadre, and developed it to the peak.

Although the ability is indeed enough to convince the public, but it is too indulgent!

What if Osamu Dazai sneaked out to have a good time and accidentally hiccupped in an ambush? Wouldn't Mafia have no leader in such a big port?

Feng Xinzhi blinked his eyes, with a gentle smile in his eyes, the light in his eyes shone with subtle brilliance, and his voice was soft and calm.

"There's nothing wrong with that, you'll feel better if you relax a bit."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuan frowned and stared at the expression on Feng Xinzhi's face. He really couldn't understand why the other party was so obsessed with raising Dazai Zhi so delicately.

Facing such a face that was extremely similar to Osamu Dazai, he had to suppress his complaints to the bottom of his heart, and calmly turned his face away not to look at Feng Xinzhi.

If it wasn't for being sure that Feng Xinzhi didn't have the intention to harm Dazai Zhi, he couldn't help but wonder if the other party wanted to raise Dazai Zhi, and then take the opportunity to take the position.

This conjecture is obviously very reliable!

Nakahara Chuya, who turned his face away, caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window from the corner of his eye. The huge words on the poster made him unable to realize what happened for a while.

"Child, don't be angry~"

This is written on the posters hanging vertically from the other four port buildings, and a Q-version villain with sunglasses is added at the end, which is so vivid.

Is this some novel way of apologizing?

Zhongyuanzhong also didn't understand.