Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

There were not many people in the Qingfeng Temple. Chu Zheng went all the way and didn't see a few people. The empty Qingfeng Temple, if it were not for the celestial spirit, Chu Zheng thought it was a ghost palace.

Chu Zheng pushed open the side door of the main hall and entered quietly.

Lingji was engraved with the magic stone at his desk, Chuzheng did not make any sound, but he still stopped, and said softly, "Xiaozheng?"

"How do you know I'm here, aren't you invisible?" Isn't the good person card pretending?

"You have the aura of dark elements on your body, I can see it." The miracle paused and added: "It's very special." It's so special that you can recognize it at a glance.

"I obviously converged." Chu Zheng Fuyi sat down, "How can you see?"

"Maybe because I also have dark elements in my body, so I am more sensitive." The miraculous finger carefully avoided the things on the table, and touched her hand to hold it: "You have converged very well. There will be no one except me. I can see it."

"Oh." Chu Zheng looked at the table: "What are you carving?"

"Sorcerer's Stone." Spirit Road said.

"What is the use?"

"Store the light magic."

Because there are too few light magicians.

So many things that need light magic to solve can be replaced by magic stones.

Chuzheng stood up suddenly, encircled him from behind, and drew out a sign made of gold and stuffed it into his hand: "You re-carve a collar for Yi Cun. It always yells at me and makes a lot of noise."

Inspiring fingers fumbled for the sign, and his tone was a little helpless: "What did you do when you snatched its collar?"

"..." The deserted mountain and wild ridge, only one of them is alive, I don't grab...No, I don't buy anything from it, whose thing should I buy?

Can you say this?

Can't!

Am I shameless? !

Chu Zheng rested his chin on the shoulders of Lingji, and said quietly, "It's nothing."

I stopped asking more about the spiritual relics, and began to outline the appearance of this thing and the things that needed to be carved.

"Xiaozheng, can you please stop pressing me?" Suddenly the spirits said, Chuzheng pressed him so hard, his hands were a little weak.

"Oh." Chu Zheng dropped his hand from his shoulder and directly encircled his waist.

Relics: "..."

Lingji put down things and held Chuzheng in his arms: "Don't move, or it will disturb me, okay?"

Chu Zheng: "..."

But I want to hold you more! !

Is this the pose a girl should have?

When Chu Zheng saw that Lingji had already taken the carving knife, he did not struggle.

The relics can only be carved by feeling. Chu Zheng raised his eyes slightly, and saw his smooth chin, slightly tightened, and the outline of his face looked like a beautiful painting.

Chuzheng looked at the engraving of the miracle, the light magic permeated in with the figure, and when the figure was formed, a formation was completed.

After the engraving, he asked, "What material did you use?"

He didn't feel any elements on it.

It's not like jade... but it feels good when carved, much better than the magic stone.

"Gold."

"..." The ghost fell silent.

She also left a pile of gold coins to Yicun.

The hall was silent, and the magical stone was engraved quietly in the miracle, and Chuzheng was leaning against him.

Jiuqu came in to deliver tea. Seeing that Chuzheng was held by the spirits, she was slightly surprised, and seeing that the spirits were not affected, the scene seemed not so unacceptable.

In the past, the owner always stayed alone in the empty and cold hall.

He also wanted to be with him, but the master always refused.

And he really can't stay here forever.

There are many things in the temple, and he needs to deal with those trivial matters that do not require the master to make decisions.

Jiuqu sighed slightly in his heart, put down things, and quietly retreated.

The miracle stopped him and handed the engraved small gold medal to Jiuqu: "Find something and tie this one, and put it on one inch."

Isn't this the piece of gold that Miss Chuzheng asked him to find before?

For an inch...carved?

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Jiuqu went out with a small gold medal, found something and fastened it, and then went to find an inch.

Yi Cun was running with joy on a promenade, Jiu Qu appeared, and an inch of 100 meters sprinted over, his huge body rushed to Jiu Qu.

Jiuqu was not accidentally thrown to the ground by it.

"Wow!"

Jiuqu pushed away an inch of enthusiastic head and put the small gold medal on it.

"Wow!!" This is not my collar!

"Yes, the master newly carved it for you." Jiu Qudao.

"Wow!" Kaisen, the master is so kind.

Seeing that its dog face was full of waves, Jiuqu gloated, "But this brand is made by Chuzheng girl and made of gold."

An inch of dog face drooped instantly.

"Wow!" The little thief must have been uneasy.

"I think Miss Chuzheng was impatient with you." Jiuqu said the truth.

Yi Cun was dying, but he was always worried about his collar.

So it can only go to the gate of Chuzheng every day to call.

The first Zheng came out and ran.

For several days, Jiuqu saw Chu Zheng looking for an inch with murderous aura.

"Okay, don't bother with Chuzheng girl." Jiuqu warned an inch.

"Wow!" She wanted to lie to our master! Also bully the owner! !

Jiuqu was suddenly nervous: "Why did Girl Chuzheng bully her master?"

"Wow!" She pressed her master! This way...

Jiuqu: "..." From now on, it seems that you have to keep an inch tighter, and you can't let it run wild.

With a light cough, Jiuqu changed the subject very quickly.

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Qitian sacrifice.

On this day, there will be a grand ceremony to worship the heavens, and the ceremony in Penghua City will be hosted by the temple.

At that time, the priests will walk throughout Penghua City to complete the ceremony.

Chu Zheng didn't know that there was such an event, she only knew that the miracle was very busy recently.

"Girl, your stuff."

Chu Zheng retracted his thoughts of listening to the gossip, handed the gold coins to the shopkeeper, took the things and left.

Xu is because of the sacrifices, people in the temple can be seen everywhere, busy decorating the streets.

"Chuzheng."

Fuyu's face appeared from behind the crowd and ran directly in front of her, his face full of excitement and excitement, as if seeing a relative who had been separated for many years.

"It's really you, I thought I was dazzled."

"It turns out you have no dizziness."

"..." Fu Yu was choked, and she hadn't seen her for such a long time, and the girl Chuzheng still couldn't answer. Fu Yu's eyes rolled: "I didn't have time to talk to you last time. Jiuqu said that you are a guest of the priest. Are you still in the Qingfeng Temple?"

"Ok."

"How did you get in?" Fu Yu was curious.

Why are you a guest of the priest?

Fuyu's gossip is burning.

However, Chu Zheng, who only wanted to listen to gossip and didn't want to discuss gossip, ignored his question.

Fu Yu also knew that the gossip of the priest must not be so easy to inquire, and there was not much loss in his heart.

"You have to be careful of the princess." Fu Yu remembered this and reminded Chu Zheng: "I always thought she wouldn't just let it go."