After coming out of the City God's Temple, Zhao Wujiang could always feel the smell of incense in the air around him.
The smell of incense is a little sweet, a little pungent, and more complex. It seems to have the ashes of vegetation burned under the stove, the twisted suffering burned under the fire, and the dripping wax of red candles. The soft and greasy feeling comes out.
The breaths of various living beings mix together and become the breath of incense.
It is better to ask God than to ask yourself.
Zhao Wujiang really begged himself.
He hoped everything would be fine and everything would go well.
As for whether worshiping himself is useful or whether the demon god is efficacious, he doesn't know.
The master and servant continued to move towards the city lord's mansion.
Lin Yu was holding a string of wooden bracelets in his hand. When he left the City God's Temple, he bought this bracelet from a simple and honest man who set up a stall at the entrance of the City God's Temple.
At that time, the man said that this bracelet always felt the divinity of the demon god's golden body, and it already had good spirituality and could withstand a future disaster.
Lin Yu didn't believe it. After all, he didn't feel any mysterious aura, and the bracelet was just an ordinary bracelet.
But he couldn't stand the man's persuasion. The man said that they were destined and reluctantly sold it to him at a very low price.
After he bought the bracelet, a bunch of vendors surrounded him with bright eyes, trying to sell him more things.
He had no choice but to run away.
"Bang!" When Lin Yu turned over and over to check the bracelet, someone rushed over in a panic, bumped into his shoulder, and then the bracelet was thrown out.
Lin Yu did not immediately pick up the wooden bracelet, but held his breath and concentrated on mobilizing his cultivation to protect His Highness.
This sudden scene made Zhao Wujiang look sideways, and he looked over.
The person who bumped into Lin Yu was a pretty young girl wearing a pink skirt.
The girl hurriedly said sorry and wanted to get into the crowd.
But soon, the girl stopped and stepped back.
The ones who pressed the girl back were five strong men dressed as domestic servants, all of whom were practitioners.
And from behind Zhao Wujiang, a slightly domineering smile came:
"Hey, hey, little lady, where are you going?
He took my young master's money and walked away without doing anything? "
The girl looked anxious and wanted to dodge, but there were strong men surrounding her from all directions, and she had no way to escape.
"Your Highness..." Lin Yu asked in a low voice beside Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang didn't intend to meddle in other people's affairs, especially in a situation where he seemed to be able to help others.
He and Lin Yu were about to leave, and the overbearing and arrogant smile just now appeared again:
"Stop! Just you two, one in black and one in gray, stop!"
Zhao Wujiang looked sideways and saw that the person who broke into the crowd was a handsome young man in blue with a flirtatious expression.
There is a token hanging on the young man's waist, with Wutong engraved on it.
"She just bumped into you, and maybe she left some secret code for you to help her.
No one is allowed to leave until they find out today. "
The young man was full of arrogance. The strong men surrounded the venue smaller and smaller, gradually surrounding Zhao Wujiang, Lin Yu and the girl in pink skirt.
"Chen Dongsheng, what are the rules of Tianwu City when you act like this?" The girl frowned, with a sad look on her face.
The young man named Chen Dongsheng smiled crookedly:
"You stole my spiritual stone. I'm just here to catch the thief. The rules of Tianwucheng are also for me."
"This spirit stone was clearly given to me by you!" The girl scolded when she saw that no one onlookers spoke up for her.
"Hey, I gave it to you, but you have to do something, right? Just walk away like this. If it's not plagiarism, what is it?" Chen Dongsheng sneered with a crooked mouth:
"You're not a kid anymore. If you take the money, don't you know what to do?"
"Chen Dongsheng, you..." The girl frowned. If she didn't need the spiritual stone in exchange for a spiritual elixir to treat her mother, she would never want the spiritual stone from Chen Dongsheng, the dandy young man.
She raised her hand and threw out a storage bag:
"Return the spiritual stone to you, I don't want it anymore."
