In what age are you still traveling through the main god space?

"Aren't you really an anti-social element who pursues magic skills?" Zhang Changgong, carrying a backpack, couldn't help complaining as he watched Tang Yan modifying the leader's memory.

"Kouhu, I'm a good person!" Tang Yan couldn't help but refute Zhang Changgong, "I have changed this guy's life goals. I will work hard to build territory in the future, and then save some money to buy precious metals. When we go back, the three of us will have one share each. !”

After thinking about it, Tang Yan became playful again and said, "I'll change it again! No fans will be sold, no fans will be attracted, and no protection fees will be collected! After renovating this place, we will go to the next place! After saving enough money, we will Run for president!”

"He? He is still running for president? If he can become president, I will eat this pile of money like steamed buns." Zhang Changgong said, pointing to the backpack behind his back.

It was the first time that Tang Yan used "Invincible Soul", and he was still a little unskilled. He tried it several times and succeeded, making the boss scream in agony!

"Now, what do you call me?"

"My master!"

"...This is a weird title. From now on, you will call me mentor!"

"Okay, mentor!"

"I accidentally inspected your men today and found that they are all deadbeats. When will such an insect achieve hegemony!?" Tang Yan said in a very strange way, his body wrapped in purple zhenqi, his pupils turning purple.

Dominance? What hegemony? What cosplay are you playing? Tang Yan! You also said you are a good person! Zhang Changgong watched Tang Yan talking nonsense and couldn't help but complain in his heart. In the past few days of contact, he also saw that Tang Yan was a pretty good person. He is affable, has no temper, and can still joke, but he is occasionally very imaginative and loves to have fun.

"Hegemony! Unifying the underworld of the United States is the goal of my life! Now I am addicted to wine, sex and flour every day!" The gang leader knelt down with a pop of legs, tears streaming down his face, and said: "Mentor... I want to Do I still have a chance to achieve hegemony?!"

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Don't dare to tell lies in front of your mentor!"

"A prodigal son can never return without gold! Even now, you still have such ambitions, so I will give you a helping hand! Get up, I will help you take over this city, select your subordinates, and dominate the underground! The road after today is You need to go by yourself!”

"My mentor has been so kind to me, I will live up to his expectations!"

"Jiejiejiejie~ Children can be taught!"

Zhang Changgong and Li Ziwen looked at Tang Yan and the gang leader asking and answering questions. I just feel that the magic power is worthy of being a magic power. The people who were beating and killing them just now have become more obedient than dogs!

Also, practicing this magic skill really has side effects, your accent has changed!

That night, with the help of Tang Yan, the "Hell Thunderbolt" rapidly expanded and swallowed the entire city. A gang structure of "Secretary Pavilion, Three Provinces and Six Ministries" was established, and began to actively expand to other places, and secretly prepared precious metals and rare resources.

Anyway, Tang Yan and the three left after more than ten or twenty days. After they leave, they won't care about that much.

When the three of them returned to the hotel in the next city at dawn, they found that Donuts had left early in the morning.

Through surveillance, I looked carefully and found that Donuts were queuing up outside the church, preparing to attend prayers.

It turns out that today is Sunday, and as long as you go to church to pray, you can have a free light meal. Therefore, every Sunday, there are many homeless people around the church.

Donut thinks he is not a tramp, he thinks he is an ideal and ambitious person. It's just that the bills are weighing heavily on him, and he has to come to the church to make ends meet.

There were so many people queuing up at the church. Donuts glanced at the Mexicans lining up a few times, and was beaten up by a few Mexicans who were in a bad mood.

If you ask who has the most people at the bottom in the United States, of course they are Mexicans and South Americans. They are very close to each other, they all came here smuggled in with their families, and they are all related to each other. In the United States, they are forced to stay together.

He didn't get enough food and was beaten severely. When I thought about being fucked in the anus by a Mexican while walking the line, Donut was too angry to say anything.

He returned to his rental house dejectedly, lying on the bed, Donut felt confused.

After some sleep, I felt even more confused!

Right now, you can’t make money if you work hard, and you will starve to death if you don’t work hard.

He saw that many people in China were mocking him on his Bluebird!

It’s really funny. How can those rubbish in China have the right to laugh at Americans!

He fights intensely every day and blocks people, relying on this to gain the only communication with the outside world. Otherwise, in a strange environment, a strange language, and being alone every day without any communication, it is easy to have mental problems.

Until he saw someone leaving a message. There was a person in China who reposted his video and gained fans and traffic. He also received advertisements. It was just right!

This allowed him to break through his defense!

He doesn't have enough to eat here every day, and others not only enjoy him for fun, but also make money.

Isn't this eating his human blood buns?

And look at these people who came here... They are as poor as ghosts, and they die in a deserted corner.

Can you really make money here? Is it really possible to live a rich life?

As an extremely selfish person, Donut became suspicious.

At this time, the "real self" appeared on the smooth wall next to it.

"Are you really not going back?"

"No, I will definitely become a rich man in the United States!" Donut still said stubbornly when faced with his "real self."

"Look at all your colleagues, they are almost trapped to death!"

"I am different from them. I am unique. I will definitely become rich!"

A playful smile appeared on "True Me"'s face, and he said: "A unique person like you is the people of the true God!"

“People of the true God?”

"People of the true God?" Donut asked back. As he communicated with his "true self", his eyes were straightened, his consciousness was blurred, and he unconsciously picked up the leaf cigarette in his hand.

"Each of the people of the true God is unique. After experiencing hardships in the human world, when the end comes, they can become sons of God. At that time, the sons of God are like brothers and sisters, and there is no difference. At that time, everyone The Son of God has his own kingdom of God, where the rivers flow with endless milk. The trees there are hung with endless fruits and barbecues. There are seventy-two virgins in the house there, waiting for the Son of God. .”

"Why don't those seventy-two virgins wait for the Son of God in the river..." Donut muttered to himself as he smoked leaf cigarettes and fell into fantasy following the words of "True Me".

"..." "True Self" was speechless for a moment. The person in front of him was really a scumbag. "You are the Son of God, and your kingdom must obey your arrangements."

"Okay, okay, follow my arrangements! I am the Son of God, I am the Son of God!"

"Before you become the Son of God, you need a little ceremony to make you and I become one!"

"A little ritual..."

Tang Yan watched speechlessly as the four women entered Donut's rental house in batches.

Oh, what a fun time!

Donuts, you are not afraid of sudden death!

Today is already the twelfth day, and this stupid mission will end in eighteen days! Tang Yan thought about it in his mind, and then went to meditate and practice.

When Tang Xian came back from outside at dawn, he saw Li Ziwen checking the surveillance camera with his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Something's not right!"

"Something's wrong."

"Why do you feel that Donuts just invites women in, but no women come out?"

I feel like these chapters are a bit watery, so speed up the pace!