Xiao Zhimiao patiently led Qiansi out bit by bit. Qiansi could feel Xiao Zhimiao's consciousness and split into smaller clones to wrap around the golden sapling to prevent it from slipping back into Lu Qingyang's body.
Although the golden thread formed by the golden sapling is the same length as Qiansi, the golden sapling faintly emits red light, distinguishing it from Qiansi.
After pulling the last part of the golden sapling out of Lu Qingyang's body, Xiao Zhimiao swung the thousand threads hard, and the thousand threads split into countless filaments and pulled the golden sapling out of the body like a tug-of-war. The extremely spiritual movements really looked a bit human-like. .
Xiao Zhimiao began to doubt Qiansi's grade. Is this really just a subgod-level weapon?
She felt that maybe the rating was a bit low. Although there was only one word difference between the god level and the demi-god level, their abilities were vastly different.
It seems that Qiansi's ability has not reached the god level, but Xiao Zhimiao feels that it may be just a little short of the numerical value. If the attack value or auxiliary value is added up, it should be comparable to the god-level weapon.
Qiansi can both attack and assist, but the numbers are too average. The attack is okay, but not outstanding.
Xiao Zhimiao also specifically asked the system to re-identify it.
"Is Qiansi really just a demi-god-level weapon?"
System: "It's a demi-god-level weapon."
After finishing speaking, the system paused obviously, and said with a hint of hesitation in his tone: "Strictly speaking, Qiansi is not a weapon."
Xiao Zhimiao: "Is that a demi-god level prop?"
There is still a big difference between props and weapons.
"no."
The system said: "It can be regarded as a kind of living body."
Xiao Zhimiao: "No wonder it has its own consciousness."
Hearing the words in Xiao Zhimiao's mind, the system stopped talking.
Xiao Zhimiao felt the hesitation of the system. Sometimes this system was a cold machine, and sometimes it seemed like there was someone behind the machine.
"Say what you have to say, don't whet my appetite and say nothing."
The system hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "It is indeed the same as these golden saplings, but it is more special."
Then he pretended to be dead and said nothing.
Xiao Zhimiao has become accustomed to this system and always talks halfway, and likes to be the Riddler.
Not only does she like to be the Riddler, but she is also snobbish. When she transformed into the Night Witch, she asked and answered whatever she asked and treated her respectfully. Now, as an ordinary player, she is cold and indifferent.
One day, she would have to crack this broken system.
Let's see what is controlling it behind the scenes.
After pulling the golden saplings out of Lu Qingyang's body, Lu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and everyone moved to the door of the church, far away from the golden saplings.
Xiao Zhimiao walked up to Xu Zhilan with Qiansi, looked at his golden veins spreading like a spider web, and said, "You don't need to get it out?"
Xu Zhilan looked down at his hands covered with gold threads. His whole body had been invaded by golden saplings, but he didn't feel anything bad.
These golden saplings naturally integrated with his body, like thousands of threads.
Xiao Zhimiao stretched out his hand and pulled open his shirt, revealing his white, almost glowing chest. There was a rose pattern on his heart.
The rose pattern turned red and gold for a while, changing as the golden saplings flowed inside Xu Zhilan's body.
"This pattern came about after I fused with Qiansi."
Xu Zhilan's eyes fell on Xiao Zhimiao, staring at her hair and saying: "Qiansi was just a glowing bug at the time, and it seemed to have nothing to do with these golden saplings, but..."
Xu Zhilan's voice paused for a moment and continued: "But before that, this insect will change into various forms, and I will capture it when it turns into an insect later."
Xiao Zhimiao stared at the pattern for a while, as if he didn't hear what he said, and placed Qiansi in front of Xu Zhilan's eyes: "Do you want to take it out?"
Qiansi is weaving in Xiao
Miao rolled her hands round and round, aware of her thoughts, and penetrated into Xu Zhilan's heart with thousands of threads, trying to draw out the golden sapling integrated into Xu Zhilan's body like Lu Qingyang's body.
After Qiansi got in for a few seconds, she pulled out again, hung her slender body in front of Xiao Zhimiao, and swayed to her twice, as if shaking her head.
Xu Zhilan smiled helplessly: "I can't pull it out anymore, it has become one with me."
"Okay." Xiao Zhimiao shrugged, turned and walked towards the church door.
Xu Zhilan stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. Xiao Zhimiao looked back at him: "What?"
"You don't recognize this?" Xu Zhilan put her hand on the rose pattern on his heart.
"Rose pattern, what do you want me to know?"
After saying that, Xiao Zhimiao took his hand out of his.
Xu Zhilan walked beside her and whispered in her ear: "Could it be the sign you made for me before?"
Xiao Zhimiao: "I don't know."
He looked at Xiao Zhimiao's careless look and raised his lips: "Lord Evil God, is there anything else that we can't say between the two of us?"
Xiao Zhimiao raised her eyes and glanced at him and said, "It's hard to say now, I don't have this memory."
Xu Zhilan: "It means that this mark has something to do with you, but I'm not sure whether it was you who made it?"
He knew Xiao Zhimiao's identity as the evil god, but he had no previous memory.
He vaguely felt that this mark was related to Xiao Zhimiao. If so, then they knew each other a long time ago.
This conjecture made him couldn't help but get excited.
He thought that if he could have more connections with her, maybe Xiao Zhimiao would be able to care about him more.
Xiao Zhimiao did not answer Xu Zhilan. Based on the memories he saw about Xu Zhilan before, maybe this mark was marked by her who was Secia before, but now they don't remember it. What's the use of talking about it?
It's enough for her to get useful information.
The similarities between Qiansi and the golden sapling, as well as the various signs currently displayed by this copy, made her feel depressed.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at the church door in front of him and frowned involuntarily.
"Xu Zhilan, you won't be assimilated into a copy monster by that thing, right?"
When Lu Qingyang saw that Xu Zhilan had not removed the parasitic golden sapling from his body, he immediately shrank aside and stayed away from him, for fear of being infected by him.
Others also looked at him with some concern.
It's not that I'm worried about him, but that I'm afraid that the parasitic golden sapling will turn him into some terrible monster.
There are various monsters in the dungeon that can parasitize the human body, and the end is usually not much better.
Xu Zhilan looked at everyone's fearful expressions and slowly buttoned up his shirt, "Don't worry, if I turn into a monster, none of you will be able to escape, and you will all be buried with me."
Lu Qingyang looked at Xiao Zhimiao: "I know, how about we get rid of him now and don't keep this scourge."
Aman: "I agree."
Xiao Zhimiao knocked on the church door, touched the flickering curse mark on it and said, "Don't worry, he is in my hands. If he becomes a monster, I will be the first to kill him."
After hearing this, Xu Zhilan glanced at everyone with a high-spirited expression. The only words in his mind were "He is the one in my hands" and he automatically ignored the words that followed to kill him.
She admitted that he was hers, no matter what she did to him.
Nan Xue looked at Xu Zhilan's expression and shook her head. This was no longer the level of love brain. It was really hopeless.
Xiao Zhimiao knocked on the door again. Seeing that there was no movement inside, he thought of just breaking down the door and getting in.
She is now the Almighty, and the curse seal on it cannot be broken by her now. It must use the magic power of a witch.
She took a step back, and just as she was about to break in, the church door slowly opened a gap, and an old hand like a dead branch stretched out from inside, pushing the door with great difficulty.
When Xiao Zhimiao saw this, he put his hand against the door.
Help push the door open.
The church door was opened halfway, and an old woman wearing a shabby robe appeared in front of everyone.
The old woman's body was as stooped as a bow, her hair was gray, and her skin was streaked and wrinkled like old tree bark.
It looks like he is almost a hundred years old.
The old woman raised her head with difficulty to look at the person coming. Her eyes were cloudy golden, and the skin on her face was almost attached to the bones.
"Ah...are they the warriors from outside?"
After the old woman said a sentence, she breathed heavily for a few times, as if she was exhausted just by saying such a sentence.
"Yes old lady."
Xiao Zhimiao said to her softly: "We heard that there is a preacher in the church, and we came here specially to see him and come to the church to pray."
The old woman let go of her hand on the door, turned around and walked into the church.
"That's me, come in everyone."
After the old woman finished speaking, everyone's panels popped up:
[Trigger n: Dorothy’s identity: Preacher—a servant of the Son of God]
Xiao Zhimiao entered the church with everyone. The church was not small in size. Although it looked a bit old, judging from the exquisite and gorgeous reliefs in the church and various gold and gem-decorated ornaments, it was clear that the Golden Village had a past Very wealthy, this church is comparable to the size of a medium-sized city.
The church was dimly lit, with only a ray of light coming from the skylight above the head. The walls on the left and right were filled with dried wax.
At the front of the church is the statue of the God of Light.
Players present basically know this statue, because this statue of the God of Light is the same as the statue of the Dark Star City. They are both wearing hoods and white robes, and only the lower half of his face can be seen.
There are many statues of gods placed in the temples of the main city of Dark Star City. Most of the statues are faceless. They are carved with masks or hoods or blindfolded. Only the symbols on the robes they wear and the hand-held hands are displayed. The object can tell what kind of god it is.
The God of Light in front of him has the symbol of the sun on his robe and holds a golden staff in his hand.
Dorothy walked under the statue and slowly lit the candle.
As soon as the candles were lit, everyone's vision became much clearer.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at the church. It didn't look like anything special except that it didn't look like a village.
But the wealth and extravagance of this village is the biggest weirdness.
Also, this missionary did not have those abscesses on his body like other villagers.
She looked like a normal dying old man.
"My dear, these chairs are all gold-plated."
Sun Yuyue touched the bench at hand and sighed. Not only was the chair plated with gold, but also the holder for lighting the candles, the plates used to place the tributes, etc., glowed with a golden luster under the candlelight.
