Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 702: Love, this **** sour smell

Chapter 702 Love, this **** sour smell

After half an hour.

Chen Luo sat on the high throne, looking at Malza who was lying on the ground and saluting, with a solemn expression.

"My patience is very limited." Chen Luo said lightly, "I'll give you three days!"

"In three days, Derry City will host the first Easter Valentine's Day!"

"Have a question?"

Marza lay on the ground, and gave a dull reply: "Dear God, your expectation is the pursuit of Malza's life."

"Alright then."

"After three days, I will wait and see."

"If you do a good job, the **** will naturally reward you; if you make a mistake, you, the Great Elder, don't do it!"

Marza quickly responded: "Your loyal servant is willing to use all his lifespan to guarantee that God will be satisfied."

…

After walking out of the temple, the humble smile on Malzana's face immediately darkened.

What to do?

Xin Shen is in charge, and I don't know the other party's temper, so I have to try my best to maximize my favorability, take care of everything, and say some nice words.

However, this is to be done responsibly!

Having been the Great Elder in Derry City for decades, Malza has rich experience in dealing with God.

They may have different preferences, or they may have different personalities, but one thing is the same.

That is, I am very intoxicated by the legends I wrote!

At this time, if you dare to say that this story is not good, and it is not suitable to promote it as a festival, the former elder who was thrown into the fire pit before him is the best example.

He is a mortal and has no room to comment on such matters.

All you need to do is work hard.

The big deal is that there is one more law in the city: one year in prison if you don't come to participate in the celebration!

But this time, he felt a little uncertain.

Maerza thinks he has read a lot of myths and legends, not only those spread in Derry City, but also some festival legends in other cities.

Privately, he would also comment on some fairy tales and classify them into top, middle and bottom.

However, the story I saw today has never been seen before.

The protagonist is not a god!

The subject is not the greatness of God!

Forbidden love between high and low!

Can this kind of story really make a festival happen?

Marza shook his head, sighed deeply, and walked towards the presbytery.

A person's anxiety is called depression.

The anxiety of a group of people makes the environment bad.

He needs someone to share it with now!

…

"Great Elder, you can't." The gray-robed elder looked at the "Romeo and Juliet" in his hand, with a mournful face, "There are no gods in this story, so how can it be considered a legend?"

"That's right, how could a witch's daughter fall in love with a slave?" Another witch in gray robe said coldly.

"Why don't you go discuss with the gods and change the story?" The third witch man in gray robe suggested to Marza.

Maerza snorted coldly when he heard the gray robes' discussion.

"The gods only want results!"

"Don't think about changing the will of the gods, think about how to do it, you stupid groundhogs!"

"If you think you can't do it, get ready to lose all your lifespan and turn into a dead bone now!"

Marza's words were like a cold wind blowing through the elders' courtyard, making all the elders' hearts tremble.

Why don't you try it?

"Contact the surrounding tribes!" Malza rubbed his brows, "It's really impossible, let them send people into the city to brighten the atmosphere."

"Everyone will give ten days' rations, they will be happy!"

"As for the cost..."

Marza sighed again: "The first order of the new god, we must do it well!"

"Let's share it!"

The elders frowned slightly, but they couldn't think of a better way, so they nodded silently.

Occasionally someone will look at the manuscript, and they will be disdainful in their hearts.

Hmph, what a story.

Love, is that a thing?

…

"Xiao Luozi, Xiao Luozi, I overheard you."

In the temple, Yinggou, who followed Malza invisibly, trotted back to the temple, pulled Chen Luo by the corner of his clothes, stepped on his feet and said, "They don't like your story at all!"

"I'm talking about spending money to buy people to fill the show."

"Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

Before Chen Luo could speak, a group of bodhisattvas who had been meditating in the corner of the temple suddenly opened their eyes: "They actually look down on Buddha's articles?"

"Buddha, the poor monk is willing to debate with them!"

Chen Luo quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, Master, you don't have to do that."

"Those old people have been aloof for a long time, so naturally they can't feel the beauty of love."

"And from their standpoint, they will not accept cross-class unions, and even resist them!"

"The audience of that story is not them!"

"They just need to be able to send the article out step by step."

One line of Bodhisattva nodded and said with palms together: "Buddha is merciful and doesn't care about the attitude of one person at a time. The poor monk admires him."

Chen Luo blushed and coughed dryly.

Yinggou seemed to see what Chen Luo was thinking, and said to the party: "Old monk, what you said is wrong."

"Anyway, if the effect is not good, it means that they can't handle things well. It's not difficult to change a group of elders!"

"Xiao Luozi, let me write this down for you first!"

"As long as there are three jujube cakes, you can deal with them when you leave!"

Chen Luo squeezed Yinggou's little face, and held a small meat ball: "It's free for you, but don't worry about it. As long as you are obedient, I will also give you the stone milk that still has a thousand years to make fat. You eat."

Speaking, Chen Luo waved his hand, and a small bowl appeared in his hand, and the white milky substance in the bowl gave off a burst of fragrance.

Before Yinggou could grab it, Chen Luo took the small bowl back into the storage order.

"Okay, as long as you are good, I will eat it for you!"

Yinggou hurriedly knelt and sat on the ground, cute.jpg!

Only one group of Bodhisattvas raised their brows.

If I read it right just now, it should be just an ordinary bowl of bean curd in the world, right?

Buddha Meow's millennium curd milk!

You can buy a bowl for three pennies... No, there must be something special about putting the Buddha in the storage order.

At least three taels of silver for a bowl!

It's just that he bullied King Yinggou so much... You can't blame the Buddha, after all, he has too much contact with the Confucianism, and the heart of the Confucianism can't find a second color if you put a hundred of them together.

It's better to be Buddhist!

Let the Buddhas get in touch with their Buddhism more.

Thinking of this, the party suddenly felt that there was a long way to go, and they still needed to work hard!

…

After finishing the discussion in the elders' house, Malza returned to his mansion.

The well-behaved little daughter Nilu has been waiting at home for a long time.

Every time Malza finished his work in the elders' home, Nilu would rub his old father's head to relax. This was the case since she was a child, so Nilu was also Malza's favorite.

Marza even called Nilu the pearl of Derry City, and rejected the marriage proposals of several witch families.

In his opinion, no one who is worthy of his little Nilu has yet appeared!

Back in the study, feeling the soft hands of his little daughter rubbing his temples on both sides, Malza's tense mood suddenly relaxed.

"Father, did you encounter any difficulties?" Nilu asked. Since she was a child, she has never seen her father with such a headache.

"That's right, our previous **** was killed. Now it is a new **** who is in charge of our life and death!" Malza said casually.

"Huh? Can gods be killed too?" Nilu was obviously frightened by the news, and her movements froze for a moment.

"That's right, this one is already the fourth **** that my father and I serve in Derry City!" Malza sighed softly, "However, the change of **** will not affect you all!"

"Click again for father, after lunch, I'm going to get busy."

Hearing Malza's order, Nilu nodded and increased the strength of her hand, and Malza also fell asleep slowly under the service of her daughter, snoring softly.

At this moment, Nilu stopped what she was doing, and her eyes fell on the manuscript brought back by Malza.

"Well, is it news about the new god?"

Nilu picked up the manuscript curiously, and opened the first page, her eyes couldn't leave her suddenly.

She sat down beside Malza and looked at it seriously.

…

Marza had a dream.

He dreamed that he angered the gods, was deprived of all his lifespan, and turned into a pile of dry bones.

And after his death, his property was divided equally by those greedy guys, and even his most cherished pearl, Nilu, became their plaything.

He heard Nilu's mournful cry.

"No!" Malza suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream.

"Huh... so it was a dream." Malza breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, the familiar cry was still in his ears.

The crying made Malza's heart tense, he quickly turned his head, and saw Nilu squatting in the corner, tears streaming down his face.

"Xiao Nilu, what's the matter?" Malza asked.

"I'm sorry, father, did I wake you up?" Nilu realized that Malza was awake at this time, and said quickly, "I was too fascinated by this story and didn't notice you."

"Story?" Malza was stunned for a moment, and then he found that Nilu was holding the manuscript given to him by the gods.

"You mean this "Romeo and Juliet"? Is it so beautiful?" Seeing Nilu's reaction, Marza was very surprised and asked quickly.

"Yes, father!" Nilu nodded quickly, "This is the best and most touching story I have ever seen!"

"Much more interesting than those legends."

"Father, is it the same as in the story, it's Valentine's Day?"

"What day is it?"

"On that day, I will call my friends, wear the most beautiful dress, walk through the streets and alleys of Derry City, and pray for Romeo and Juliet!"

"Then, celebrate their resurrection with everyone!"

Speaking, Nilu nodded with self-confidence: "Well, I can't wait!"

Marza looked at Nilu, and was stunned for a moment.

As her most beloved little daughter, Nilu has naturally read many legends, and she is extremely tired of those countless festivals.

Unexpectedly, she was full of anticipation for a festival just after reading this story once.

Did I overlook something?

"Father?" Nilu called out to Malza, who was in deep thought, and Malza finally realized it.

Whatever he is, if his own daughter has expectations, then other people should have them too!

Perhaps this time, the gods will be satisfied!

Thinking of this, Malza hugged Nilu hard, and kissed her forehead.

"Well done, my daughter."

"You did Dad a great favor!"

"Three days later, it will be Valentine's Day. Father will prepare the most gorgeous clothes in the whole city for you, so that my pearl will shine again in Derry City!"

"No!" Nilu shook her head, "If possible, please allow me to participate in the city tour."

"I want to play Juliet!"

Marza was stunned for a moment. Often such festivals and celebrations of gods and legends will have special people dressed up as the characters in the story, and the plots in the story will be staged on a cart pulled by pack animals, accompanied by singing and dancing. Tour the city.

In the past, my daughter hated this kind of work the most. In her opinion, it was boring.

I didn't expect that this time I would take the initiative to invite you.

Looks like this story is really good for Nilu!

"Okay, my daughter." Malza said, "I will make your wish come true."

"Now, I'm going to work!"

After speaking, Malza turned around and quickly ran out of the study.

It's just that Malza didn't see it. After he left, his favorite girl lay in front of the desk, with longing in her tearful eyes, "I'm looking forward to a love like Juliet's."

"I don't know if the little driver will come today?"

…

Evening.

An article said to be from the hand of the gods spread in Derry City, and set off an upsurge among young people.

What? The protagonist is not a god? Stimulate!

What? The subject is to sing the praises of free love? So exciting!

What? Written about forbidden love across ranks? It's so exciting!

The book spread almost like a gust of wind.

The most surprising thing is that among them, the ones who have the biggest response to this book are the inferior people who are not very active in participating in festivals on weekdays!

In order to be able to see this book for the first time, they began to pool money to buy manuscripts for the first time.

It is said that there was a spectacle in the city where a Sheren and a Moren sat together at the same time and read a book together!

It's just the sad ending, which made everyone who read it unable to calm down for a long time.

There is only one voice in all of us.

Resurrect them!

Be sure to revive them!

…

"Mo Sha, let's elope!" A weeping female voice came from a gorgeous carriage, and Mo Sha, who was driving the carriage outside, froze the whip in his hand.

"Miss, please don't make such jokes with Mosha." Mosha smiled wryly, "You are a noble witch, your father is a gray-robed elder in Derry City, and I am just a slave driving a horse. people."

"If your father knows that you say such things, he will beat me to death!"

"Don't you love me?" The curtain of the carriage opened, revealing a gorgeously dressed woman. It's just that the skirt, which was originally a plus size, was held tight by the woman.

When she moved like this, the carriage shook instantly, and even the horse pulling the carriage screamed twice.

The woman looked at the handsome groom in front of her with piercing eyes: "I am willing to go with you."

"If you never leave, I will depend on you forever!"

Mo Sha smiled softly: "Miss, don't move around, the carriage will fall apart."

"Furthermore..."

"Miss, if you elope with me, you won't be able to run two miles in one night!"

"According to the ruts of the carriage, we will be found soon." Mosha shook his head, "After all, there are not many reinforced carriages in the city!"

"Hmph, since you are not interested in me, why did you show me this story." The woman who was rejected by Mosha's humor was not angry, but took out the "Romeo and Juliet" from behind her.

"It also made me cry a lot!" the woman complained in a low voice.

"Miss, you can't wrong people for nothing." Mo Sha said helplessly, "It's the gods in the temple who lied to your tears, not me, a little groom."

"I don't have the ability to write such a story!"

"All in all, Miss, don't say anything about elopement." Mosha added, "Otherwise your Mosha may never be able to drive you again!"

"Sit still, we will be at Miss Nilu's house soon!"

The woman pulled the curtain of the car and said quietly: "I knew it, you don't like me at all."

"You are in love with the pearl of our Derry City, Nilu!"

"Give me this book so that I can show her to test her mind!"

Mosha's whipping hand stopped in the air again, this time he did not deny what the woman in the car said.

"You're thinking too much. Nilu's father is the Great Elder of Derry City. If you want to read the story, she should be one of the first people in the city to see. Why do you need me to bring her!"

"Mosha, drive your car well."

"No matter how good love is, it's just a written story!"

"It's all a lie!"

"Even if Nilu really agrees to you, what can you do?"

"You can't get out of Derry City at all!"

"The energy of the great elder is much stronger than my father!"

Mo Sha looked lonely, nodded, and sighed insignificantly.

"Thank you miss."

Mosha replied softly.

…

The temple.

Chen Luo seemed to sense something, and his brows twitched slightly.

"Xiao Luozi, Xiao Luozi, what's the matter?" Yinggou asked with sharp eyes, noticing Chen Luo's strangeness.

Chen Luo showed a smile on his face.

"Sure enough, the mood of the city has risen."

Speaking, Chen Luo walked to the balcony of the temple, overlooking the entire Derry City, feeling the emotion carefully.

"Sadness, but mixed emotions of hope." Chen Luo nodded, "It's all the sour smell of love!"

Immediately, I sensed the power of a rule falling on me, and the lifespan I could mobilize seemed to be growing rapidly.

It was less than two million years ago, after I injected 500,000 years of life into the fetal tree, now it is only more than 1.4 million years, but in a blink of an eye, the original amount was restored, and even directly broke through two million years.

And this upward momentum has not stopped.

2.1 million, 2.2 million, 2.3 million...

Just a few breaths, this number is more than three million years. By this time, the soaring momentum has slowed down, but it is still rising steadily.

"My guess is not wrong." Chen Luo confirmed in his heart, "The true feelings from the heart, the gold content is much more important than the superficial emotions."

"It's interesting." Chen Luo raised his head and looked at the sky.

What Fang Tiandao pursues here is actually the hearts of the mortals!

It seems that Fang Tiandao is really destined to be with me...

"In this case, on Valentine's Day three days later, let's throw another blockbuster!" Chen Luo touched his chin, and a new idea popped up in his mind!

…

Time passed quickly, and three days passed in a flash.

The entire Derry City is full of festive atmosphere.

During these three days, orders were sent from the temple every day, constantly raising the atmosphere of Valentine's Day.

On the first day, the whole city was full of fiery red flowers. God made a decree that a man would pick flowers and give them to a woman. From one year to five years!

The next day, the gods issued a decree that all food, drink, and entertainment supplies will be half price on Valentine's Day!

Now, this is the third day, and it is also the last day before Valentine's Day, and everyone is looking forward to what the temple will do next.

To be honest, they have lived for so many years and experienced so many festivals, and this is the first time they have seen such a **** who knows how to be healthy.

At this time, in the temple, Chen Luo was announcing to Malza the activity plan for the third day.

After these few days of fermentation, the lifespan under Chen Luoneng's control has also reached seven million years.

There is still more than a million years left, even if you have 10% of the authority!

If you do it on Valentine's Day tomorrow, maybe you can get 20% of the permissions.

So, the atmosphere of Valentine's Day is very important.

Therefore, Chen Luocai only sent out one decree every day, instead of sending out all at once.

It is this sense of anticipation that is needed.

The emotions brought about by the sense of anticipation are much more durable and precious than the emotions that arise suddenly.

"Love is the instinct of life and should not be restrained."

"But the barriers between different races are the general trend, and I can't change it!"

"Only with minor changes."

"Preach the will of God."

"On Valentine's Day, all legitimate love should be blessed."

"On this day, people of different levels who love each other can be together openly and aboveboard, and no one is allowed to make things difficult for them in Derry City!"

"Only one day in a year! This is a respect for love."

"On this day, the fetal tree is closed, and no request for birth will be accepted!"

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he nodded in his heart.

Thank you Cowherd and Weaver Girl for your inspiration!

Marza opened his mouth wide, looked at the young **** on the throne, and froze in place for a while.

You think this order is reasonable... He actually allowed the forbidden love across levels to be transferred from paper to reality, how can this work?

But you said that the order is unreasonable... it can only be such a day, and the fetal tree is closed on this day, but other people are not allowed to make things difficult. According to the right of God, why not!

But I always feel that something is weird.

…

Soon, the will of the third **** spread throughout Derry City.

Same as Malza's reaction, most people were stunned!

But immediately after that, there was earth-shattering cheers!

Many people lay down in the direction of the temple.

…

"The third decree, is it actually like this?" Nilu, who was trying on tomorrow's parade costume, was surprised when she heard the news from the maid.

After that, she rolled her eyes and said to the maid: "Go."

"Go to Miss Mika's house, ask Miss Mika, and tell me that I want to borrow his coachman to go on a cruise with me."

"Let that Mosha play Romeo!"

The maid is a servant, and when she heard Nilu's order, she looked distressed: "Miss, is this... suitable?"

"Why is it inappropriate?" Nilu pouted her small mouth, "God said that on this day, people from different levels can be together in a fair way."

"Then as a performer, shouldn't you find a real slave?"

"My father is the Great Elder, and as my father's daughter, I must be the first to support all decisions made by the gods."

"Go!"

"Ah! Yes!" The maid hurriedly left, while Nilu looked at her beautiful self in the mirror and sighed, "Is there only one day?"

"Then cherish and celebrate this festival!"

…

At this time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the capital of the witch kingdom, an ancient **** opened his eyes.

"In the southwestern border, in Derry City, a **** is rising."

"I smell taboo!"

"It's the same as the mysterious woman who killed Shouyuan Lake before."

"Look it up!"

I know you want to see ginseng fruit.

However, the dungeon has to have a beginning and an end, and the pace is already speeding up, so give Bawan a little more time~IndoMTL.com~ It can be seen from the beginning of the dungeon that Bawan does have a little ambition, and I want to give readers a little bit Something new, something new.

The meaning of this dungeon, apart from consummating the Netherworld, also intends to embed some foreshadowings of the ancient Wu clan and Tianwai. Under the world view of the big world, these two pieces cannot be explained.

Although Bawan really worked hard to make the settings, the feedback was not good, and he was really frustrated.

The writing is not half-written but the middle way is dying.

The 80,000 is also being adjusted. This copy will end at the earliest midweek and at the latest weekend.

Apologies to dissatisfied readers here.

Bow to the readers who encouraged 80,000.

Send a greeting to readers who have raised books.

Still love you guys.

Wow!