Pesticide officials did consider releasing the hero Zhen Huan, but they were not ready yet, so the project was postponed. Zhen Huan’s popularity is too great. You must be very careful in the design work and setting of the hero’s skills, otherwise it will be self-defeating. Being chased and scolded by Zhen Huan fans.
Now, after the barrage was released, young fans felt that Fu Youzhi's outfit today really looked like Zhen Huan.
When she left Shen Nanqiao, she indeed called "Silang" softly.
Although the leaders of the pesticide official had been cleared, they were still paying attention to every move of the barrage, and tentatively made a sentence,
【Little Master~】
There was a mad rush immediately afterwards,
【I can’t do this!】
【Bitch is just hypocritical!】
【Your Majesty, you have caused Shilan so much pain!】
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Quotations from "The Legend of Zhen Huan" have covered the entire screen, and the official designers of Pesticide immediately started working overtime. If they can take the opportunity to introduce the hero Zhen Huan, they will make a fortune!
Fu Youzhi didn't care about these things. She held Daigo tightly with her thin fingers. She had just dealt with the two elders and their forces, and her heart was racing. She was so excited that she completely covered up her fatigue.
She finally understood that it was not that she was not capable, but that she was limited by her low status in the past and never dared to oppose these powerful elders. Now it seems that they?
Haha, that's nothing more than that.
Her hair and clothes were messed up, but the eight deacons were still on guard, fearing that something might happen again. Gu Yanchen had been firmly guarded in the safest place, watching her fight and vent her anger. Unfortunately, he didn't have much ability.
The last time he dealt with the Goddess, the sudden burst of spiritual power had completely disappeared, and he turned back into the good-for-nothing mortal.
Mortals have mortal hearts. He said to Fu Youzhi in a calm voice and a cold and indifferent tone,
"come over."
Fu Youzhi twisted her head. Guarded by eight deacons and illuminated by the bright white moonlight, the person standing in front of the court was not hers:
"God!"
Fu Youzhi ran back with joy, stuffed her whole body into his arms, and chirped like an excited bird,
"God, am I very powerful!?"
"I took care of all the fourth, fifth and sixth elders today!"
"From now on, no one in the Temple of Wealth will dare to bully me or look down on me!"
She was talking to herself, very happy, like a child who got perfect marks in the exam and came back with a reward from the teacher.
For the first time, Gu Yanchen no longer resisted his identity as the God of the Temple of Wealth. He stretched out his hand to hold her messy long hair, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled.
"Um."
He was a man of few words, and Fu Youzhi could naturally hear the encouragement in his tone with the word "um". She hugged his waist tightly, raised her head, and her eyes were like bright stars, shining dazzlingly.
When Gu Yanchen and Fu Youzhi were together, Fu Youzhi was actually strong enough. So powerful that he couldn't help her at all. Instead, he took advantage of her. She rarely showed such a childish expression in front of him.
It's probably the vanity in the man's heart that's at work. He really likes how dependent Fu Youzhi is. It has nothing to do with love, but an absolute trust and dependence on his abilities.
If he was her god, he didn't take action because he trusted her and trained her, not because he was powerless...
It turns out that Fu Youzhi, who is so brilliant, has low self-esteem and needs comfort from adults. As long as he says "hmm", she will be so happy that she almost jumps.
Gu Yanchen loves this feeling so much. It has a fatal attraction. It only takes a moment for him to be completely addicted to this feeling.
It seemed that if she could always look up to him like this, it wouldn't matter even if Fu Youzhi regarded him as a god.
He put his arms around Fu Youzhi's waist and looked at her with slightly lowered eyes. The bright white moonlight shone down, and the two of them were as beautiful as a painting, a picture that would never be like...
"God, I want a reward." Fu Youzhi said with a smile.
Gu Yanchen's smile froze on his face. He didn't know what the reward was. There was nothing around him that could be used as a reward, not even a piece of candy...
When he looked at Fu Youzhi, his eyes gradually darkened.
What's fake is fake.
It looks like the skin but not the bones. Who knows what kind of reward the deity would give Fu Youzhi in the past?
Seeing Fu Youzhi's unsatisfied and gradually clear eyes, Gu Yanchen smiled to himself, it turned out that this was how it felt to be exposed as a fake.
No place to be ashamed of.
His hand involuntarily let go of Fu Youzhi's waist. The two of them were still standing very close, but they felt like there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them.
Fu Youzhi didn't understand again.
This man must be in menopause!
Why can I change my face faster than flipping through a book?
Gentle one moment, ruthless and cold-blooded the next!
Fu Youzhi had been struggling all day and was already exhausted physically and mentally. She thought that the two of them would be fine now and they could go home and be together happily.
Who knew he was still having trouble!
Fu Youzhi got angry and let go of the hand holding him, turned around and left. The eight deacons immediately returned and followed behind her.
"Your Highness, you are here in a hurry, why don't you just stay overnight at the Hot Spring Villa?"
Yuan Zhen clearly felt something was wrong with Fu Youzhi's air pressure, and quickly coaxed her.
"I'm tired, come back!" Fu Youzhi said coldly.
No matter what Director Feng said, or what the pesticide official said, she directly asked them to contact Mr. Wang. She was in no mood to care about these things now!
"Go back to the temple?"
Fu Youzhi has been in the human world for a long time, and has rarely returned to the temple during this period. They have indeed missed her for a long time. In addition, the celestial phenomena have been abnormal recently, and even Master Tiandao frowns and faces the Temple of Wealth every day.
Sighing, they didn’t know why, but——
Come to think of it, things are going to change!
It would be better to bring their lovely and invincible God of Wealth grandma back to Jiutian.
In the past, when she just got married and had sex with her husband, she must have been unwilling to do so. Now that she is having trouble with her husband, she must be willing to go back to her parents' home!
Yuan Zhen's voice was not loud, but it still reached Gu Yanchen's ears, and the feeling of powerlessness arose from the bottom of his heart again...
If she really went back to the temple in anger, he would never be able to touch her again...
Jiutian, for mortals, has no way out.
His lowered eyes moved, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow on the cold white skin.
Fu Youzhi took a breath and coldly rejected Yuan Zhen,
"I won't come back yet."
Visible to the naked eye, Gu Yanchen's shoulders relaxed a lot.
"Then go back to No. 1 Courtyard of Xishan. We haven't been to His Highness's Temple of Small Wealth on Earth yet!"
Yuan Zhen said happily.
Gu Yanchen's anger, which had just calmed down, rose again...
"Take it." Fu Youzhi threw him a bunch of keys.
"Go figure it out yourself!"
"Then where are you going back?" Yuan Zhen asked.
"Go back..." Fu Youzhi crossed her arms and clicked the car key. Not far away, the lights of a pink Ferrari flashed.
"I'm still grounded..."
After saying that, she had already sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrari, roared the accelerator, and the pink streamlined body flew across the night sky arrogantly and domineeringly.
"Hurry up, let's continue filming the scene just now!" Director Feng didn't capture the content of the fight just now, so he could only ask people to quickly arrange it back and continue filming.
"Sorry, we'll shoot again tomorrow." Gu Yanchen had already changed into an elegant slim-fitting suit and sat in the back seat of the black Bentley.
A pink Ferrari and a black Bentley cut through the thick night of the North City.