"I agree with this too!" Feng Chenglin nodded repeatedly.

There is only one Miao family left to set up temples.

The shrine tower god is also the only one in the world.

Only by taking the shrine back can the Miao family be more complete.

Ling Luoyu curled his lips calmly: "Do you want help?"

"No!" Dingmiao shook his head repeatedly: "You can help me, really, I am very grateful. I can do it myself!"

Feng Chenglin opened the snack bag, pulled out a string of candied haws, and threw it to the temple: "Where are you, don't have to hurry. We are just here to rest for a day to see the fun of the mountains tomorrow. If you have something to do, just do it without worrying about us. Of course, if you need it, please greet us at any time!"

Ding Temple's nose was sour: "I won't delay anything too long. When the mountain opens tomorrow, I will be sure to be the tower god of our Miao family. I will do it. Then we will leave!"

Ling Luoyu smiled.

leave?

If the temple is really done, the only way to leave is to fight.

"Customer, I'm really sorry, there are really people in these rooms..."

The shopkeeper's flattery came from outside the door.

Listening to the tone is obviously for the people in the room to hear it.

really--

"What kind of people? Don't you know who we are? We'll ask them to move them out for me!"

The sound is sinister, sharp, high-pitched, and sharp, exuding the sharpness that tears apart the human eardrums.

Ling Luoyu looked at Ding Temple in an instant: "Is that bead only available to the envoy of the Divine Palace?"

"...It should be that the bead was left by our ancestors. Anyway, the rules at that time were like this!"

"Only Zhuzhu people are eligible to live in the VIP room on this fourth floor, right?"

“…In theory!”

“…”

The few people in the room were silent.

If this is true, then the people outside will undoubtedly be the messenger of the God Palace.

Moreover, it is a real messenger!

The door was kicked open, and a short, thin old man walked in with a cane.

His eyes were very vulgar, but also very sharp.

With just one glance, I saw through the people in the room.

"A few young boys probably aren't from our divine palace!"

"What else can I say? Tell me out!" The woman's delicate business came from outside the door: "I don't want anyone to covet my beauty!"

Several people in the room looked at each other-

Listening to this sound, it is soft and gentle, and it is indeed amazing.

The shopkeeper stood at the door with a strange look: "Master Yu, you said... they are not from the Divine Palace? But... but the fish eye bead is real!"

He held out small blue beads in both hands and respectfully delivered them to Gao Yu.

"Or what if you want to give me a palm?"

Gao Yu glanced at Yu's eye beads and sneered: "The beads are real, but people... are fake, because the temple only sent two of us to do business here, and did not send a second group of people. They are not fake, what else can it be?"

The shopkeeper's stuttered: "...but the beads are real..."

Since the beads are real, who dares to say that those people are fake?

Zhou Yan took a step forward, condescendingly, looking down at Gaoyu: "Since our beads are real, when are we fakes? Can't we go to other places to do business and pass by here?"

"At first glance, you are not from the God Palace, and you don't know the rules of the God Palace!"

Gao Yu sneered, his eyes feeling extremely uncomfortable from the bottom to the top, and glanced at Zhou Yan.
Chapter completed!