Following his memory, Mo Fan quickly came to the Palace of Destiny in the Pantheon.
He found the booth where the lottery was drawn yesterday and was gearing up to show the mechanical Bodhisattva what cruelty was.
But when the mechanical Bodhisattva saw him approaching, he put away the spiritual lotus tube directly.
Mo Fan:
What do you mean?
Everyone is open for business, and even if I draw fortune-telling lots, you won’t have to spend much of your incense money, so that’s not necessary.
He approached the merit box and tried to trigger the prompt to redeem the wishing coins like yesterday.
But he walked back and forth in front of the merit box several times, and even jumped left and right around it, but he couldn't trigger the prompt to buy the wishing coins.
He kept doing it, and he visualized ten federal coins and stuffed them into the wishing box.
But as soon as the coins were put into the merit box, a small hole appeared under the merit box, and the coins he put in were spit out.
This time a prompt appeared in the merit box, but the content was:
"The Bodhisattva thinks that your merits are complete and there is no need to give money."
After several attempts to no avail, Mo Fan raised his head and faced the mocking face of the Mechanical Bodhisattva.
Sharon is indeed right. The gods in the Pantheon are all controlled by virtual gods generated by AI, which are more intelligent than simple programs.
It was obvious that the guy holding the lucky lotus tube in front of him was holding a grudge.
Okay, I'll count on you.
Mo Fan snorted, turned around and walked towards the navigation machine to check other stalls where he could be eligible to visit Yuntian City.
He soon arrived at the second home.
The booth was decorated in the style of witchcraft and divination, and a witch in a long robe was playing with a stack of tarot cards.
According to the regulations, he needs to draw three tarot cards. If he draws the sun, moon and stars at the same time, he will be qualified to visit Yuntian City.
But as soon as he sat down at the divination booth, the witch opposite put away the tarot cards, and an owl flew in front of him with a wooden board in its mouth.
"The prophet is tired, so the divination is suspended."
He frowned, stood up, and let the woman in the succubus form behind him step forward.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the succubus sat down, the owl turned and flew away, and the witch took out the tarot cards again.
He understood this time. Because he went too far last time, the petty mechanical Bodhisattva notified his colleagues in the Palace of Destiny and blocked him together.
The bug of quickly brushing up the skill progress by visiting Yuntian City has been fixed by a patch.
He went to the service office of the Palace of Destiny to appeal twice, but failed. The little angel who received him kept saying the same thing back and forth.
"At present, no data abnormalities have been found for players. Please try again later."
Mo Fan sighed and could only give the Mechanical Bodhisattva a vicious look before leaving the Palace of Destiny.
Don't let me see you outside the free world. If I see you, I will kick your lucky draw tube away and slap you in the face.
Without the high-speed shortcut, Mo Fan can only take the ordinary shortcut.
After walking around in the free world for a day, and forging all the shoulder blades, collarbones, etc. into iron bones, except for the ribs, you can achieve the perfection of the Bone Forging Realm.
In the evening, I had dinner with Sharon, who had just returned. I listened to her complaining about the browsing history in the police station and lamenting how people who live under high pressure can distort their sexual preferences.
When I returned to Ruyi's office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
An Xin rarely watched the midnight premium channel, but watched the news from Ninth Media.
On this day, the regional trending search in West City was flooded with news from Ninth Media.
Brother Easy seems to have transformed into a three-headed dog from hell. One bites Mayor Marcel, one bites the Three-Eyed Gang, and the last one reaches the West family. Frankly speaking, the root cause of the chaos in West City lies in the laissez-faire and indiscretion of the real powerful people. as.
Taking advantage of the soaring popularity, Easy Brother announced that he will give a new round of mayoral campaign speeches at Victory Square in Yefeng Town tomorrow.
During the speech, he will announce many details of the operation and invite a mysterious guest to the scene.
After hearing Brother Easy's declaration on TV, Mo Fan knew that it was his turn to appear.
Sure enough, at 1:30 that night, Easy Brother and Cui Dongxu came to visit and invited Mo Fan to attend his mayoral campaign speech at 7 pm tomorrow.
The copywriter Ninth Media has already prepared it, he just needs to read it according to it, and the commission will be completed.
Mo Fan glanced at the copy. There were not many words, about four to five hundred words. It was mainly some inspirational chicken soup and words of support for Brother Easy.
After signing the contract and sending Brother Easy away, Mo Fan and An Xin sat on the sofa and watched tonight's Death Race.
"They can't drive as well as you." An Xin commented while drinking beer.
Mo Fan: "I think so too."
"Have you transplanted the neural driving that Ebisu gave you? After transplanting it, with your talent, you can consider joining the army as a mecha operator in the future."
Mo Fan was silent for a moment and said: "Just like you don't want to see dead people, I also have psychological trauma that cannot be scheduled."
"Hmm?" An Xin turned her head and waited for Mo Fan's next words.
"I get dizzy from needles, and my legs and feet will become numb and weak when I see a sharp scalpel, so I will never step foot in a hospital in my life."
An Xin frowned and asked: "Then how are you going to deal with it? There is no channel to take action, so I can help you."
"I will consider it when I am short of money."
At noon the next day, with five or six hours left before the speech, Easy Brother sent someone to pick him up.
In the news car of Nine Media, a female makeup artist with a shaved head on the left side and long colored hair on the right side, with seventy or eighty rings on her body, surrounded him for two hours to apply makeup.
With his iron-bone cervical vertebra, he almost had a stiff neck.
After putting on makeup, the female makeup artist pinched his chest twice and stuffed her phone into his trouser pocket.
"As soon as you finish your speech, come to me if you're bored. I'm your golden fan. Let me see if you are as majestic as you appear in the video."
Looking at the female makeup artist leaving, Mo Fan looked confused as to what a golden fan was.
He almost fell asleep waiting in the car before the speech officially began.
Brother Qingli, who started out as a talk show star, is extremely talented in language expression. The cadence and rhythm of his speech can easily draw the audience into what he is saying.
Coupled with jokes from time to time, his campaign speech turned into a talk show.
He said that if elected as mayor, he would rectify the city hall, eliminate the Three Eyes Gang, improve the living environment of the surrounding Meteor Town, communicate more with the wasteland, and create more jobs...
Dabi sold the paintings for free, and the supporters in the audience were extremely excited.
Mo Fan can be sure that even if Easy Brother shouts: "Gun in hand, follow me", these supporters will follow him and storm West City Hall.
At the end of the speech, Brother Easy shouted: "Let us invite tonight's guest, our hero of Yefeng Town, Mo Fan!"
Mo Fan walked to the stage and looked at the young people in the audience who were watching him whistling crazily and cheering loudly. Only then did he believe that he was really a celebrity in Yefeng Town.
The audience had high expectations of him, but all he could say was nonsense.
Like all chicken soups, it talks about a tragic childhood, a poor family, and unremitting efforts that eventually led to who I am today.
One more thing, I believe there are many young people like me. What they lack is just a platform and an opportunity. If you seize the opportunity, you can soar into the sky.
If you are a thin-skinned person, even if you don't blush when you say this, you will have to stumble a few times.
But Mo Fan is different. As long as he gets money, he can talk about it even if it is completely made up, let alone this kind of success study written in Chunqiu style.
This is the profession of mercenaries.
After the speech, he relied on his skills to avoid the crowd of enthusiastic fans and sneaked out of the square.
He sat alone on a bench on the street, thinking about whether to go find the female makeup artist.
He had tried it in his previous life and liked piercings, so he had a unique charm when communicating.
It’s not suitable as three meals a day, but it’s definitely delicious as an occasional fast food.
At this moment, a car stopped in front of him, and the window rolled down, revealing Potter's face.
"Brother, get in the car."
Mo Fan got into the passenger seat and asked, "Didn't you have a competition recently? Why did you remember that Yefeng Town was looking for me?"
Porter said with a smile: "My experimental plan is finalized. I will go to the laboratory in Tianche City next month to participate in the test. The competition team has just arranged a break for me. Before I leave, come and see my brother and treat you to a drink. One cup."
"Where are we going this time, or howling werewolves?"
"No, I asked an acquaintance about it. This time I'm going to treat you. I'll take my eldest brother to the hottest place in Yefeng Town and have a good night."
Hearing the hottest spot, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Which spot is it?"
"Big Bird Bar."
"You kid, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"
