The fingers of Zitong have been loosened and tightened again. Looking at Ziqiong, she asked in doubt, "Why?"
"This peach blossom is in your hands, and it is said that you are the person selected by God. If you lose the peach blossom, it is a great disrespect to God, which will cause the believer's dissatisfaction."
The believer of the Nine Star Temples Man Beizhou, just look at the enthusiastic procedures of the people on the stands just now. It is not difficult to imagine that if Zitong throw this peach blossom here, it will definitely cause these believers to resent the purple pupils and even the entire purple clan.
Zitong poured his lips, "What should I do, take it home for it?"
Zi Qiong laughed, "This peach blossom represents the invitation of the master of the temple. Tonight, you will be qualified to share the dinner given by God with the master of the master."
Zitong suddenly realized, no wonder, these people are crazy, but the master of the palace is the top figure of the Nine Star God Temple. In the eyes of these believers, it is equivalent to the incarnation of God. Zitong has such a precious opportunity. How can they be possible?
Those who don't envy are to die.
When the snacks were eaten, they were immediately excited, "God's dinner must be delicious, mother?"
The purple pupil looked on the side, watching the Chinese car slowly landing to the ground, "I'm afraid, it's not so delicious."
Those believers may think that she was chosen by God, but she knew very well that this was by no means. This peach blossom was obviously controlled by others before falling on her.
The master of the main hall was in her dinner together. I am afraid that this dinner is not just as simple as eating a meal.
In his heart, he was curious about the reason why the master of the hall chose himself, and the eyes of Zitong naturally paid attention to the carriage.
A long time I bent respectfully, provoking the curtains on the Chinese car. With the provocation of Huaman, the mysterious master Weiyang finally came to shape.
With the feet of snow -white deer skin soft boots, the boots are clean and dusty, plain white robe, inlaid with ink purple side ornaments ...
Zitong's sight also moved up with the curtain, and then she saw Weiyang's face.
Democratic, a little bit.
Under the black hair bundled by the purple jade crown, it was a white mask. The red and ink purple on the mask outlined a face, red lips, and the eyes rising upwards. It turned out to be like a ghost.
On the mask, there are only two holes in the position of the eyes. Although it is outlined by the red and purple oil color in two weeks, the pair of eyes still have not been suppressed by such a strong color, bright as stars.
The white background is combined with these two very beautiful colors to form a very large visual impact.
Through most of the squares, Zitong's eyes are straight with that person's eyes.
I do n’t know if it ’s too far away or for other reasons. Zitong even faintly feel that the pair of eyes are a bit familiar.
"This person is stupid!" Snacks immediately started to vomit. "Will he open an extra mouth on the mask? How can I eat it?"
Zitong raised lips, "People don't look like you, just know eating!"
When she moved to Weiyang again, he had stepped on the girl who was kneeling on the side of the car and went on and off the car, stepped through the paved white carpet step by step through the square, and walked to the north viewing station.
The believers had already rushed over and kneeling on both sides of the white carpet.
Weiyang slowly stepped on the white carpet sprinkled with petals, occasionally stopped, stretched out his palm, and gently touched a believer's head. The man immediately stunned his head, and he was excited as if he won the 10 million prizes.