Summoned Ye Jiujiu:...
Ye Jiujiu, who was developing a new type of functional puppet for sale in the studio, slowly put down the tools in his hands and replied deeply and seriously——
[Are you still awake today? There are so many clones. If you don't go for help, why don't you come to me? Don't you know I'm very busy now? If you are full and full, learn from other avatars and consciously improve your own progress. Shut up before I get angry, okay, my dear little bald man? 】
Buddha:......
By the way, this is what it feels like to curse someone.
What is important is the attack power of the main body, which is very capable of piercing the heart - no matter how bad-mouthed or inappropriate the other clones are, it depends on the main body that is not restricted by the clone template and exposes all its true nature!
[But I won’t admit other clones. Only you can do this——]
The Buddha said this with great sincerity, and the main point is sincerity.
First of all, compared to the main body, which has no personal restrictions, the attack power of other clones is smaller.
Secondly, whether it is the template of the Buddha or the template of the Plague Lord, the one most involved is the ontology. If the bond between the three of them can be integrated and re-enacted in front of the world, the two templates must be the same. The degree of realization will be greatly improved.
Thirdly, if it comes from other clones, it will definitely need to use the shuttle ability of the source girl, but if the main body comes - whether it is directly coming to this world through the puppet using the characteristic skills of the main body panel, or through the synchronized source girl's shuttle Ability appears directly without going through a third party, which saves time and avoids a lot of trouble.
Based on the above three points, if the body doesn’t come, who will?
Unfortunately--
In the face of the cold and ruthless body, sincerity is obviously not worth mentioning.
[If you don’t go, don’t think about using my labor force for nothing. It’s impossible to work overtime for free! 】
The Buddha who feels like he understands:...
He smiled and sent this player's dungeon introduction to Ye Jiujiu, and also highlighted the dungeon rewards that the first place could get.
Ye Jiujiu, who didn't even see clearly how many 0 reward points were in the dungeon at first glance:...?
At once--
[Thirty-seven points? You three and I seven? Hey, you, a Buddhist, want so many extraneous things and have nowhere to spend them, right? Don’t worry too much——]
Buddha:......
as long as you are happy.
[So let’s talk about the future script now? 】
[Hello, my precious Buddha! 】
Ye Jiujiu answered without hesitation.
Buddha:......
Noumenon, she is the noumenon, I am her, she is myself——
He took a deep breath, looked compassionate again, and hurried before formally discussing the script - pulling Chi Changyuan and the actor into the chat channel between himself and his body.
Ye Jiujiu:?
[No, what do you mean, you think I can’t handle the script? 】
The main body and the clone share memories, so Buddha, who learned about some of the main body's glorious achievements, smiled and said nothing to the question.
Let Ontology write the script?
With her attitude of not caring about the character's life or death——
In the end, he, the Buddha, and Chi Changyuan, the plague monarch, held hands and kissed each other?
He's not crazy!
impossible!
It’s impossible to kill the main body!
As expected, he is still a reliable actor!
…
After rejecting Ye Jiujiu's protest, and following discussions again and again, Party B's dramatist resisted Party A's Ye Jiujiu's deliberate difficulties, and finally wrote the story with absolute talent that was unanimously recognized by Fozi and Chi Changyuan. script.
After the majority obeyed the decision of the minority - for the sake of the dungeon reward, Ye Jiujiu, who was outnumbered, could only endure the final outcome of the script.
So far——
The foreign aid matter has been completely agreed——
At that time, just because of Fozi's long silence, Yan Ji gradually felt guilty, and her crying voice gradually became quieter.
"Amitabha, this female benefactor, it's already dark. If you've had enough trouble, you'd better leave quickly..."
His brows and eyes were full of compassion, and I don't know if it was an illusion. When everyone looked at the Buddha at this time, they always felt an inexplicable sinister feeling. Even the bright red cinnabar on his forehead seemed to be stained with a little blood. ——
Is it an illusion?
Before they could think deeply——
Fozi lowered his eyes and gently moved the string of rosary beads in his hand, which were stained with a little red and soaked into the center of the beads——
No, it can't be said that. Rather than saying that Buddha's movements are stirring, it would be better to say that he is... stroking? Or - comfort?
It’s as if the rosary beads are alive——
But how is this possible?
This is a Buddhist temple!
If there really is a ghost or something, it can't appear here!
Not to mention that the monk in front of me is still a disciple of Buddhism!
Do Buddhists raise ghosts?
Still keeping it in the rosary?
It’s so outrageous that it makes me laugh to death!
The conjecture in his mind made him feel cold. Just when everyone was frantically looking for reasons to comfort themselves——
I saw Fozi staring intently at the rosary beads in his hand, with a smile on his lips.
"Jiujiu, don't think too much. You know, I don't have any evil intentions towards her, not now, not in the future, never ever."
Everyone:...?
Damn it!
Not to mention Yan Ji, even Zao Zhaoli and Jin Yuyu subconsciously stood up and pressed against the wall, looking at Fozi with horrifying eyes, and then at the string of beads in his hand - after this, they didn't know Why, the more they looked at the rosary, the more they felt that the red color soaked into the rosary seemed to be... stained with blood?
"Buddha, Buddha, these rosary beads of yours are quite special... Are they dyed with... cinnabar?"
Zao Zhaoli swallowed and asked with difficulty.
Um?
Hearing this, Fozi's eyes shifted slightly from the rosary beads, and then fell on Zao Zhaoli. The original tenderness in his eyes turned into a sarcastic look that was half a smile but not a smile.
"What do you think?"
Zao Zhaoli:......
"Zhu, cinnabar... right?"
He seemed to have swallowed a razor blade in his throat, but he still spoke stubbornly and tried to get a reassuring answer from Fozi.
Unfortunately--
"you guessed wrong……"
The ethereal female voice faintly sounded in his ears——
In the pale eyes of Zao Zhaoli and others——
I saw the string of rosary beads in Buddha's hand suddenly levitating out of thin air, and then - transformed into a man wearing a plain silver embroidered chest-length skirt, with a cloud-patterned brocade cover, and green silk hanging down from his head, giving him an alluring look. girl.
She trembled her eyelashes slightly, and when she raised her eyes - her eyes were indifferent, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
"Even this rosary was created by Ah Sheng who gathered my soul for me after I died after being wronged, and then refined it with his essence and blood——"
Zao Zhaoli:......
Jinyu and:...
Yanji:......
After death?
so--
Is she really a ghost?
Zao Zhaoli subconsciously turned his head and looked at Jin Yuhe——
Um……
Suddenly, I felt that it was not completely unreasonable for those scholars to dream about being in love with female ghosts - it seems that it is not impossible for ghosts to be human sometimes?
With the help of the angle, Yan Ji could see the quarrel between the two people's eyebrows and guess what they were thinking at this time: ...?
People can't... at least people can't!
After all, you are also a top-notch expert, just be human beings!
Hey, man!
