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Chapter 279: Sacrifice to the God of Wealth?


Sumire had a blue face, and cold sweat was soaking from her forehead.

A pair of beautiful eyes are clearly extinguished, and it is a good thing that the mushrooms planted with the illusion art are harvested, but they are all poached in one day......

The person who did it was neither her nor the child, who had this ability?

Toad Palace?!

Beads of sweat rolled down her eyes, stinging and painful, but she didn't dare to use witchcraft to block it, and she didn't dare to raise her hand to wipe it.

Just kneeling dryly, silent.

"When I received the news before, I thought it was your hand to send all the things to the restaurant.

Now it seems that someone intercepted the mushroom and destroyed it.

Otherwise, there would be no movement like this. ” Sumire only felt that her heart was about to explode with nervousness, and she even felt difficult to breathe.

"It's the negligence of my subordinates, please give my subordinates another chance to atone for their crimes!"

She folded her hands and raised them to the center of her eyebrows, and there was a bit of determination.

Wuxiangzi looked at her for a while, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared.

He thought of the panicked, frightened little girl when he first met her.

Sometimes, however, she would show a resolute expression, such as when she killed the hunchbacked old man.

And he was the source of her courage, and it only took one step to stand beside her, and she went from a flower to a sword.

"Well, the dusk crack is no better than the present world outside.

You made these mistakes, because my son didn't explain it clearly.

You don't have to blame yourself.

Wuxiangzi's face softened.

Sumire was stunned, Childe has always been strict, what's wrong today?

After a while, she lowered her hand a little, and looked across the back of her hand at the man on the other side who had a cold face that made people want to get closer.

He quietly looked out the window, turning his glass in one hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You can stay in the seal these days and reflect on what went wrong with those past strategies, and remember, if you want to hurry, you can't achieve it.

If the Phantom Spell fails, you won't attack it again for the time being.

Think about it, whether you have overstepped your bounds. ” He put down his glass, got up and brushed his sleeves away.

When passing by the door, take off the hat hanging on the side.

It was a black hat with emerald yarn, and this place was empty, but the rest of the place was still full of all kinds of hats.

The colors and styles are all different, and the only thing that is the same is one thing - they all hang drape.

"Yes."

Sumire replied dryly, still kneeling there at a loss.

After a long time, she slowly stood up and stared out the window.

The expected fires and riots did not appear, so it was no wonder that Childe was so angry.

This was supposed to be a great plan to thoroughly explore the depths of the Demon Hidden Pavilion and the Toad Palace, but it was ruined because of her poor care, so she should really reflect on it.

"Someone."

Sumire reached for the window edge and clicked.

A green shadow appeared out of the window, an emerald bird, its feathers were so green that it was oily and smooth, exuding a healthy luster, and its wings were horizontal, hanging in front of her.

"Go find out who poached the Phantom Magic mushrooms."

She took a mushroom out of her sleeve and held it in front of the bird's snout.

The chubby bird nodded, flickering its wings and flew away.

Sumire looked at it for a while, then turned around and removed the food and dishes and chopsticks in the room one by one.

The entire seal has the breath of Childe, but he is no longer in the store at the moment.

In the market, there are not many demon beasts that have gone crazy, and they have all been suppressed by the Toad Palace and the Demon Treasure Pavilion.

Kill what should be killed, and lock up what should be locked up.

It didn't cause much danger, and there were even a lot of people who went to join in the fun, if it weren't for Bailian to lead the thunder and lightning to open the way, those onlookers would have blocked all the places a long time ago.

Although the matter was successfully resolved, the merchants did not have any doubts, but the discussion inevitably increased.

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The dusk cracks, which had been quiet for too long, were like pools of freshly burned quicklime, gurgling and bubbling.

If it weren't for the golden toads of the Toad Palace who used the method of diverting their attention at a gallop, I am afraid that they would not be able to calm down.

Their method is to bring forward the annual "sacrifice to the God of Wealth" temple fair.

And he also thought that the Demon Treasure Pavilion was not high enough, so he directly exempted the lottery ceremony of previous years and handed over the task of the sacrifice to the Demon Treasure Pavilion.

When the golden toads appeared at the door of the Demon Treasure Pavilion with a golden God of Wealth, it really led to fresh conversations.

The merchants immediately put the matter of the demon beast disaster behind them, and they all guessed what kind of ability the Demon Hidden Pavilion relied on, and it was able to directly preside over the sacrifice without all the selection ceremonies.

White Frost felt that his head hurt so much that he didn't even have the heart to go downstairs and talk to the golden toads.

God knows how much money Zhang Luo will spend on such a sacrificial ceremony, and she is a hundred unhappy.

Even if Toad Palace would help from the side, she didn't want to share this trouble.

In previous years, the lottery Demon Hidden Pavilion had not been drawn, and even if it might be drawn, it would be changed back by Cao.

Although undertaking the sacrificial ceremony would have made the store famous, the money earned that year was considered to be in vain.

And during the three days of worship to the God of Wealth, the other shops are happy to do business, and only the host store will be busy with their feet on the ground.

After all, when the dusk crack is sacrificed to the God of Wealth, it is also one of the few periods when the court is opened to the third world for three days.

At that time, there was no need to change the pass order from the third world to and from the twilight crack.

Whether you have money or not, you can come in and have a walk, which can be regarded as the most mixed time.

At this time of year, except for the small number of the Hidden World Protoss, there is a large influx of people from both the present world and the underworld.

The shop in charge of hosting the festival has to spend months arranging various festival activities in advance, and in addition to doing business, it also has to arrange all kinds of small surprises - such as lanterns, boat races, and stage construction.

Most of them can follow from previous years, but a few have to come up with some ideas that were not in previous years, but are very amazing.

If you are not a store that is obsessed with fame, you just need to cooperate and do your own business to make a fortune.

Sending it back to the Demon Treasure Pavilion is like a fish in water, and I never thought of going out to preside over such a thing as a sacrifice to the God of Wealth.

Unexpectedly, now it is directly buckled on the top of his head.

The shopkeeper of Baishuang was reluctant to go downstairs, but as a bookkeeper, he had to receive it.

However, he went directly to the door, saying that the Demon Hidden Pavilion did not have the ability to hold such a grand festival and temple fair as the God of Wealth, and asked the golden toad messenger to go back.

The head of Jin Toad was not in a hurry: "The account room is polite, now, the Demon Hidden Pavilion is the most suitable." ” "Not necessarily."

Cao didn't even bother to return the salute, and by the way, he gave Teng Snake a look, and the latter hurriedly followed him to stop these golden toad envoys.

As a result, the surrounding onlookers gasped again.

There were even people who exclaimed in a low voice: "Actually stopped the golden toad envoy at the door, who gave the demon pavilion the guts?"

Don't you want to mess in the twilight cracks?

” They all looked at Cao with wide eyes, looking incredulous.