Resurrection: The Female Netizen Is Actually The Top God Of War?

After rubbing the money in his hand and putting it into his pocket, Xin Yuan took out the short stick.

After long deliberation, he decided to call this stubby thing the Faith Cudgel.

The reason why he dared to directly say "I sold my life to him" was that besides being a materialist proletarian fighter, he also had the effect of a short stick of faith.

As soon as he came, he felt that the strange energy on the one hundred yuan bill was the power of faith that he had encountered some time ago.

After purifying and absorbing it with my short stick, the energy of the gods' belief absorbed on it has completely disappeared.

Now, this piece of money is just pure money, and it also replenishes energy for his short stick.

He could feel that the power of faith brought to him by this banknote was greater than that of the god-servant utensils he had seized before!

It seems that the other party has obviously spent a lot of money. If this kind of money is taken by ordinary people, the effect is really similar to that of being possessed by a ghost.

"You...boss, are you really okay?" Liu Peng looked at Xin Yuan and said hesitantly as he put the money directly.

"It's okay, let's look for it. Has anyone asked you to report it? Is there any money like this around here?" Xin Yuan said like a gangster, holding a short stick.

Liu Peng recalled it honestly, and said a little dignifiedly:

"The people... didn't take the initiative to talk to me. I found that many people here are not even willing to believe us. It's strange..."

"Oh, that's it, it's actually not surprising." After experiencing the last public relations incident, Xin Yuan is actually quite open about this matter.

"Then let me and you find out where there is such money in the nearby streets." Xin Yuan said.

"Boss, it's only a hundred yuan. It's not worth it." Liu Peng endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say. "There's definitely something wrong with this thing, we don't know that yet..."

"Then what should we do?" Xin Yuan was in the state of just getting up at this time, and turned around to look at Liu Peng with his slightly sleepy eyes.

"Of course I know there is something wrong with this thing, but I won't pick it up, who do you want to pick it up?"

"I will take this thing, and I am confident that nothing will happen to it. If ordinary people take it, something may really happen."

"Besides, if you don't tell me, I thought the money was a gift from the sky.

What about pies. "

After finishing speaking, Xin Yuan ignored Liu Peng who was vacillating, holding the dog-beating stick in his hand, and opened his own voice of all things.

Xin Yuan's words were originally just casually, after all, it's pretty good to replenish energy for his short stick while picking up money.

But these words were heard in Liu Peng's ears, but it was different.

Looking at Xin Yuan's back, he suddenly felt that the figure had grown unusually tall.

Xin Yuan's unintentional words just now echoed in his ears - I don't pick it up, who do you want to pick it up?

A short sentence, but it reflects his boldness to take all the responsibilities on himself.

In his heart, the image of Xin Yuan has never been so bright and lofty as it is today.

He still remembers what the teacher said to them during the theory class during this time.

"If one day the mountains and seas are overturned, the superpowers will be the defense line of this world!"

"If the gods come to the world one day, the superpowers will be the ones who wield swords at the gods!"

"We are the walls!"

"We are weapons!"

"We are the last torches!"

At that time, these words were required to be recited.

For their memory, it is obviously not difficult to write down these words.

But it wasn't until today that he realized that even though Xin Yuan didn't come at all these days, his understanding and fulfillment of the duties of a superpower is far superior to his own!

He has always followed the route of embracing Xin Yuan's thigh, doing what he likes, and bribing Xin Yuan with money.

But today, he felt ashamed, the kind of shame he felt when facing a noble personality.

For a moment, the young man's passion was on his blood, and now he had the idea of ​​wanting to fight the servant of the gods for the sake of the people.

At that moment, his face was flushed, he quickly moved his legs, ran to Xin Yuan's side, and said excitedly:

"Boss! I was wrong! I get it!"

Xin Yuan:???

brute! What do you know?

"You... just understand, hurry up and pick up the money."

Xin Yuan didn't want to ask any more questions, as the power of faith poured out from the life-buying money on the ground and entered Xin Yuan's short stick.

In more than an hour, he had picked up more than 1,000 yuan, and his trouser pocket was almost full.

The short stick also exudes a radiant light, and it looks like it is about to be upgraded.

And this time, picking up money is equivalent to doing a good deed, and no one will invest in it at all.

Come look contemptuously.

Occasionally, I met a few passers-by who saw it, and they all had a look of wanting to dissuade them, but they didn't take any action, and ran away immediately, as if they were afraid of getting something bad.

Xin Yuan was also quite happy, but he clearly felt that something was wrong with Liu Peng beside him.

He walked with his head held high, as if he was very proud, and he was very imposing, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Sometimes when encountering life-buying money on the ground, he would jump on it first, pick it up and hand it to himself with both hands, as if very honorable.

Xin Yuan:......

The entire city seemed desolate. On a remote street, a little girl took her mother by the hand and looked at the ice cream shop on the corner:

"Mom, I want to eat ice cream."

"Come home baby, the door probably hasn't been opened yet." The mother looked around nervously, pulled the little girl and wanted to leave.

The recent haunting has been going on for several weeks, and she knows that the neighborhood seems a bit uneasy.

Superpowers are really scarce talents, because no destructive incidents have occurred on the surface, and the authorities have not sent superpowers.

Recently, she has been discussing with her husband about moving, and she dare not stay on the street too much even during the day.

In the end, she still didn't turn her back on her daughter, walked to the corner of the street, paid the money quickly, and communicated with the clerk.

Anxiously watching the ice cream slowly enter the crispy cone, this mother didn't feel safe in broad daylight.

"This is your daughter?" At this moment, a stranger's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Yes." Hearing someone nearby, my mother was slightly relieved, and took the strawberry-flavored cone.

But as soon as he turned around, the ice cream in his hand fell to the ground, and it fell all over the ground.

She stared at the scene in front of her with trepidation.

——My daughter stood there blankly, a middle-aged man was stroking her head, and she was holding a hundred-dollar bill in her hand!

"It really fits, it fits so well. After so many days, this is the most suitable one I've been looking for."

With a smile on his face, the middle-aged man gently stroked the little girl's cheek, and slowly squatted down.

Turning the little girl's face away, let her look at her mother with empty eyes.

"Come, say goodbye to my mother.~" The voice of the middle-aged man was unusually refined and gentle.