The old man in brown robe took a deep breath, his face became quiet, and he slowly spoke: "The temple has never been afraid of war, but he doesn't want to sacrifice too many innocent lives. It's getting late. If you still want to see God, come with me, and don't want to do so."

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards the metal wall.

Wang Wen squinted his eyes and looked at him without changing his face.

Zhu Ren and the other two were worshipped by hundreds of people behind them, and they were slightly stunned. They raised their legs and chased after them, but were stopped by Wang Wen.

After looking at the back of the old man in brown robe, he said to Zhu Ren and the others: "I am willing to take me to see God after killing so many of them. It's hard to say this trip. It's safe to stay outside and wait, so I'll go back."

Zhu Xingguo just started to shout "Master".

The little sun in Wang Wen's hand stopped him from following words.

After dispersing the little sun, Wang Wen smiled and said, "I can even resist nuclear bombs, so self-protection is not a problem. Protecting your own safety is the best support for me!"

Ren Ruanruan pulled Zhu Xingguo back, nodded and said to Wang Wen: "Captain, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of ourselves."

Wang Wen left with confidence and followed the old man into the metal wall.

Zhu Xingguo asked Ren Ruanruan: "Do you think my master is dragging me down?"

Ren Ruanruan looked him up and down, comforting him like Wang Wen: "Don't think too much, the captain may just think it's in the way."

Zhu Xingguo looked back at the crowd lying all over the ground with a bitter face, and was puzzled: "Why do you have divine power but I don't have it? I've also tried my best to help provide supplies."

"Maybe..." Ren Ruanruan thought: "Your skin is not as white as me?"

While the two were talking.

A human face appeared in the clouds at the top of the metal wall in the distance, and the wind drifted silently with the clouds to the two and the crowds.

Ren Ruanruan rubbed his arms and asked Zhu Xingguo strangely: "Do you feel that it suddenly became cold?"

"Don't you think?" Zhu Xingguo was puzzled: "Are you hungry? Do you eat hot pot?"

Ren Ruanruan gave him a blank look: "Big stupid bull!"

She waved a light ball as big as a watermelon, holding it for warmth while making the originally dark environment around her brighten up.

The crowd who saw this scene quickly kowtowed again.

Shouting inexplicable words like "miracle of light".

Zhu Xingguo was very angry and walked to the crowd and said, "Why do you only recognize her?"

"God of Light, what do you have to do?" The brave man who escaped from death seemed even more pious when he learned that he was saved by God.

"I am a messenger?" Zhu Xingguo pointed at himself in surprise, and turned around and saw Ren Ruanruan who was covering his mouth and laughing loudly behind him, feeling helpless.

After rolling his eyes, he thought about it and asked the crowd, "You have been worshiping for so long, are you hungry? I will give you some of the divine power and make it delicious!"

"Does the God Messenger mean to prepare sacrifices?" The brave man didn't know which atmosphere he understood. After a little embarrassed, he turned his head and said to the old man beside him, "Is there any decent food at home?"

The old man looked at the bold man lovingly and said with a smile: "Children, don't say that there is a decent one, even if there is not a decent one."

The brave man nodded silently, took out a worn bullet shell from his pocket for a long time, and handed it to the old man, saying, "You are in poor health, go back and rest first, let Maggie buy some bread and deliver it to you, I want to sacrifice to the God of Light."

The old man took the bullet shell and nodded kindly: "You should also pay attention to your health. Don't be too tired after just recovering."

After saying that, the old man bowed to Ren Ruanruan again and prepared to get up and leave.

People around the world heard conversations between the elderly and the young, and the discussion was buzzing.

Soon someone crawled over and said, "My family also has a few pieces of precious black bread, and I have never been willing to eat it, so I can contribute it!"

"Are you too much?" Another person secretly looked at Ren Ruolin and whispered unhappily: "Are you going to take bread to worship the God of Light? Those people in the temple always use fine wine and meat to sacrifice, and even if they are not good, there are fruits. How can they use bread to sacrifice?!"

"What do you think?" The man who wanted to contribute black bread asked him: "Can we be the same as the temple? Black bread is already my best food!"

The man was stunned and didn't know what to say.

The bold man who had never interrupted couldn't help but sigh: "Our god is tens of millions of times better than the temple, but we can't produce decent offerings. It's so sad."

Everyone who heard this was crying.

The rebuke gritted his teeth, and did not care about offending God, and stood up and shouted to everyone, "We need decent sacrifices! Let's get together, I personally invest in fifty shells! At least we have to buy fresh fruits and meat!"

"Crazy..."

The crowd was boiling once.

One more excitedly yelled at how many shares it would take.

Some people even shouted in a crazy manner that directly contributed a pig's words.

The bold man at the front of the crowd smiled with relief.

Turn around.

I dare not talk directly with Ren Ruanruan.

He could only speak to Zhu Xingguo, the dazed "God Envoy", and said: "God Envoy, although the believers of the Goddess of Light are not rich, they are united as one. Qualified offerings will arrive soon. Please rest assured!"

The people of Zhu Xingguo were all stupid.

Not to mention Ren Ruanruan behind it.

Girls are born to be afraid of this kind of scene and want to stop everyone.

But Zhu Xingguo was embarrassed and shouted in a muffled voice: "You can calm down for a while!"

He also learned the posture of Ren Ruanruan and Wang Wen pretending.

Raise your right hand and wave it to the open space beside the crowd.

Under everyone's eyes.

A shiny and golden bread as big as a house appeared in front of you out of thin air!

"Come on! I am the one who rewards you!" Zhu Xingguo shouted to the dull crowd with great enthusiasm: "Eat it all! Every bite can change according to the taste you have imagined in your mind!"

No one dared to move.

Such a big bread is so scary.

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I was afraid that I would be eaten by bread as soon as I got closer.

The only one who is brave is really bold.

Although he was afraid, he still followed the words of the "God's Envoy" and slowly approached. Under the guidance of the "God's Envoy", he gently grabbed a small lump from the wall of the bakery.

His Adam's apple moved.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The small bread does not have much fragrance, but the very ordinary sweet aroma of pasta fermented and baked.

But for the poor guy who can't even afford black bread.

This golden bread that looks very sweet at first glance is definitely delicious.

What's more, listen to the "God Envoy" and each mouthful will change according to the taste you imagined.

The bold ones carefully put the bread cubes into their mouths and chew them.

I thought to myself: The taste of imagination? Can I still taste meat?

The thought flashed.

The bread in the mouth disappeared, replaced by a large piece of pork belly that was fat and thin and soft and fragrant!

The bold one was shocked!

With a "pah", spit the food in your mouth and look at it.

That's right!

Is it bread! Or a bun with drool and almost chewed into a paste!

He puzzledly stuffed the bread ball in his palm back into his mouth to chew it, which made Zhu Xingguo feel disgusted and almost pulled out his gun to make people thrust.

The brave one does not know that he will escape from death again.

The pleasure of eating meat was revealed again on his face.

He closed his eyes.

The mouth kept stirring, but two crystal clear traces were unstoppable from the corners of his eyes.

He only tasted the taste of this piece of meat once in his life. It was a delicacy made by his mother when she was still alive. There were only two pieces in the whole family, and he enjoyed one of them.

That taste will never be forgotten in my life.

The old man who had been following him saw him.

Curiously, I pulled off a piece of bread and put it in my mouth to eat.

My mouth moved a few times.

He immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to Ren Ruanruan.

Then he tore off a large piece of bread from the bakery and turned around to the person nearby who was still in a daze.
To be continued...