Put on a vest for a better world

I can't get my mouth in at all.

Yinzi only felt that her despairing emotions were interrupted for a few seconds: "... No matter who it is, save me, if I let that disgusting thing succeed, I would rather die! save······"

After that, Yin Zi fell into a complete coma.

"Huh? Ah? Ah? Ah? Hey!

Why did you lose consciousness on your own?

I haven't finished talking yet!

Are you violating my right to speak?

Hateful Hateful Hateful!

Such ignorant believers should preach well!

Also, you are obviously my believer, why do you claim to be Feng Yun, that stinky witch?

Are you looking down on me?

How can you look down on your own god? !

Wow, sure enough women are the easiest to change their minds.

What Poor God said is true, if you don't protect your handsome face, you will end up in a situation that even a female believer doesn't have.

Huh~ This is not good, shouldn't it be time to buy some facial masks and take good care of them?

Alas, there are no believers who enshrine me and say that a better mask is so expensive.

Oh my god, could it be that I have been infected with poverty after staying with the god of poverty for a long time recently?

horrible!very scary!Go to the God of Wealth to beat the autumn wind..."

Although he kept talking to himself all the time, this unknown local adult who "responses to requests" will still do what should be done.

When Fukuda Kotaro's doctor's subordinates were about to lift off Yinzi's shrine maiden skirt, their hands were firmly held by Yinzi who suddenly woke up.

No, the wrist bone was crushed directly.

I saw "Yinzi", who had already fallen asleep, stood up slowly while holding the doctor's broken hand amidst the doctor's miserable howls.

When she opened her eyes again, it was no longer Yin Zi's original black eyes, but a cold blue light.

The opening is a long string: "Hey hey hey hey!

What is this going to do?

What is this going to do to my sweet poor, delightful little believer?

what?

Woow, although I heard her complain, but what's going on with you all?

The resentment, evil thoughts and karma in the soul are more exaggerated than evil ghosts!

how?Want to change jobs and become an evil god in the Demon Realm?

No way, no way, no way!

Is the current garbage so confident?

Evil~ the smell is also the same. It smells eight hundred miles away, but it has not been sanctioned yet. What are the lands in this area doing?

Hey~haha, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that this area seems to be under my control from now on.

It's okay, it's okay, forget everything I said just now!

I'm going to sanction you now, don't say I'm late or something~

I don't want to sleep for hundreds of years, it's not because of Jedi Tiantong.

Come, come, line up, and I will give you these wicked VVVVIP-level treatment right now.

All will be punished by God, this is a special service~ Don't be too grateful, wiki! "

Fukuda Kortaro has been persuaded, he thinks that Toyogumo Yashen personally possessed the witch to teach him a lesson for this wishful thinking human being.

He knelt as deftly as ever, and he admitted his mistake when he opened his mouth: "Your Majesty Fengyun Wild God, please forgive my sins, as pious as I am..."

Fukuda Kotaro could no longer speak with his mouth, his body turned into red, yellow, disgusting and viscous unknown liquid that stuck to the wall in the blink of an eye.

There was silence at the scene, and the humans present resisted their urge to scream.

Sliding down from the wall, Fukuda Kotaro, who looked a bit flat, also resisted the urge to let out a scream of soul, and had thrown away the doctor's "Yinzi" to make all the living beings present as quiet as chickens.

"I said, are you going to interrupt me, huh?

This is infringing on my right to speak, it is a serious crime!

Tsk~ Sure enough, doesn't the soul sink directly to the underworld?

So much trouble, so much trouble, so much trouble!

In the future, whoever wants to be punished by heaven has to take his soul to the Kingdom of God to continue to punish him?

Too tired, I don't want to work overtime!

Can you report to a prison in the underworld by yourself?

You don't want me to take you there, do you?

Judging by your appearance, you are not the type who will accept the crime obediently.

Woohoo, underworld, underworld, lazy underworld, when will door-to-door pick-up service be available?

Do you have to send the garbage yourself in the future?

Protest, I'm going to protest, it's a violation of my time off.

No, no, no, no!

Why don't you just seal your soul into concrete blocks and throw it into the sea?

Alas—it doesn't seem to work, the residents in the sea will complain that I throw garbage on their heads.

Trouble, really trouble..."

This quiet and warm, elegantly decorated tea room, which was originally used to appreciate tea art, has become a complete torture room.

Before Yinzi regained consciousness, everyone present could only quietly endure the weird smell from Fukuda Kotaro's "chan", and silently listen to the endless soliloquy of the god possessed by Yinzi.

······

The young man had the University of Michigan as his backer, and the young girl waited for her patron saint because she made a wish with "five yuan" to the roadside shrine inadvertently. They all had a "back road"... Is it okay?

The deity who has no sense of existence: Hey, hey, although I don't have many roles for the time being, I am indeed a good god who upholds pragmatism. Isn't it natural and right to give good people a good ending?Kneel down and thank me, hello!

Chapter 75

◎The male god made a very Versailles speech. ◎

"Finally woke up~ My lovely believer(＾U＾)ノ~YO

Let me tell you, all these sinners you hate have been pasted on the wall by me~

Red, yellow and yellow, ah~ true art~ as expected of me, a super-standard masterpiece created by a supernova in the earth world!

Perfect, complete, complete!

This is art, art is me, give me thunderous applause quickly, and praise my aesthetics!

blah blah blah blah..."

Yinzi, who just woke up from the influence of the drug, only felt a splitting headache, as if hundreds of flies were circling around her, and Yinzi, who was used to being domineering and domineering with Fukuda Koutaro these days, blurted out on the spot.

"To shut up!"

The scum of the Black Dragon Society who had been beaten into a soul body by the luminous blue sphere floating from Yinzi's body under various pretexts was waiting to see that the Yinzi Miko was also pasted on the wall and turned into "Yinzi sauce".

The result was a blue sphere that chattered endlessly: "Oh."

······This is not fair, you are too double standard!

Although Yinzi couldn't fully understand her current situation, she was basically sure that she was safe now.

Then it was Yinzi, the female man who was suffering from a severe headache, just lay flat in the strange-smelling tea room and continued to sleep.

"Ehhhhh?

why is it like this?

Don't you ask 'something happened'?

How can it be, I have so many lines but I haven't been able to introduce myself until now!

Hey Hey hey!no?No way?Too much!

You really are the kind of wayward believer who bothers the gods the most!

blah blah blah blah..."

While the blue ball of light continued to say meaningless words endlessly, thin and soft blue tentacles stretched out from the ball to gently poke Yinzi's cheek.

The simple and strange inhuman movements reveal the meaning of cherishing. This is His only believer in this world. The relationship between the land and the believer is mutual need. Losing a believer means becoming a "duckweed", and there will be no more. The meaning of the world.

poke, poke...

What they don't know is that the big crisis that will expose their identities is approaching.

Central air-conditioning, popular male gods, there are actually quite a few such existences, and in the eyes of Lingzi, a beautiful woman who was considered very unscientific and unreal by Simo Haihe, who would flirt with him, there is such a one.

One of the gods of death in the underworld of Ying Country, Aizen, is the male god of Lingzi's eldest sister.

I always feel that being liked by everyone is a setting imposed on me by the world, and I have no sense of reality at all...

The male god made a very Versailles statement.

The underworld and the mortal world are fully connected. Aizen is coming to Osaka as the emissary of Huangquan to discuss cooperation with the authorities on the direct extradition of offenders to Huangquan. As the gods of the Yinzi family said, the underworld will come directly to the door to receive the mail.

"I don't have any special status in Huangquan. You are too polite, Mr. Mayor."

As long as Lan Ran is willing, no matter who it is, facing him will feel like a spring breeze.

The mayor of Osaka City who ran very funny only hated himself for being clumsy and clumsy, and his beautiful words were not as good as his subordinates.

"Master Aizen, no no, Lord Aizen God, you are willing to condescend to come to our Osaka to investigate the location of the transfer station for cooperation between the two worlds. This, this is really an honor! The whole of Osaka is full of glory, hahaha ..."

Then the mayor showed Aizen that under his "efforts" the Irene area was thriving and gradually getting better. This is his best and most boastful "achievement".

Aizan applauded gently: "Yes, the very effective poverty alleviation policy can feel that the whole area is thriving."

Not far away, a homeless man who was taken away during the forced clearance earlier struggled to appear in the crowd of onlookers.

"Gone, gone...all of me, my tent..."

He was taken away immediately without causing any waves.

The mayor was a little nervous, and he was cursing his subordinates for being unreliable in doing things. They couldn't stop the mob before, but now they can't stop the mob.

Aizen's expression and tone remained unchanged: "It's a way to amaze even the gods to actually use the life-creating business of 'surrogate pregnancy' as an industry to drive poverty alleviation."

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