The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1442 illusion

The exclamation came from the stream and immediately attracted the attention of the two teams.

"what happened?"

The deacon who was responsible for picking the wild fruit in the jungle pulled out the long sword at the waist and took it with him. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was as dead as the deacon in charge of fishing. Ground.

On the creek, an illusory figure is looming.

The shallow radiance is printed with the bright moonlight, like a gauze draped over the body, obscuring the graceful body, but even so, the fishtail under the figure is still conspicuous, not to mention the fishtail is still blooming. Colorful, like a coral color.

Only the face can't be seen clearly in the light.

"This this……"

More than a dozen temple deacons stunned and looked at the illusory, radiant, floating figure above the stream.

They are a little overwhelmed.

Those who are even more at a loss are the civilians.

The priest who rushed from a distance was a dignified face.

"Are you the **** of this stream?"

The priest who was responsible for cooking, asked cautiously.

The general figure of the mermaid nodded slightly.

Although the face is obscured by the light, such movements are still clearly visible.

Immediately, the priest bowed to the ground.

"Please forgive us for ignorance."

"Please forgive."

Behind the priest, the deacons and the civilians bowed to the ceremony.

For such a world in which the gods are present, for the gods, anyone knows what to do.

However, after seeing the crowds of the worshippers, the ‘the **** of the stream’ looked at the rear of the crowd.

Qin Ran’s figure appeared there.

He strode over the crowd and stood at the forefront of the crowd, his eyes calmly looking at the 'God of the Stream'.

The priests who worshipped the earth, the heart mentioned the eyes of the blind.

He is very nervous.

Tensions are a battle that could have been avoided.

And in the rumor, the temper of this lord...

It seems really inevitable.

As for worry?

nonexistent.

The strength of your lord is not as powerful as it is. Although it is still a mortal, it has the name of '弑神者'. The powerful Navier City gods like 'Mrs. Fortune' are shackled under the sword by this lord. The nameless **** in front of you is definitely not the opponent of this lord.

just……

At first thought that this was a battle brought by dinner, the priest felt inexplicably absurd.

But immediately, the priest and the deacons and civilians behind him, opened their mouths.

Because the ‘the **** of the stream’ in their eyes turned slightly to bow to the lord of your eyes.

salute? !

hiss!

Unconsciously, everyone sucked cold breath.

They stared at the ‘the **** of the stream’, and disappeared. The shore of the stream had two more well-woven baskets.

The basket is filled with fruit and fresh fish.

Every fruit is huge and delicious.

Every fish is big and lively.

What does it mean?

Shanggong?

Unconsciously, such an idea appears in the hearts of people who worship the land.

A **** pays tribute to ‘mortal’?

Do not!

impossible!

How can gods pay tribute to mortals? !

definitely is……

Inexplicable, a bold guess appeared in their hearts.

Then, instinctively, the direction in which these people bowed was slightly changed as the knee moved.

Qin Ran saw such a change, but did not stop it.

After all, this is what he wants.

Qin Ran raised his hand and bent down, picked up a fruit and took a bite.

In the crisp sound, the sweetness filled the tip of the tongue, and Qin couldn't help but set his eyes.

It is worthy of the fruit chosen by Mimosa.

Yes, these fruits and fish are chosen by mimosa!

In Qin Ran's backpack, there are not many foods and other materials, but each time you enter the copy world, there will be a reserve.

Because no one knows what will happen in the copy world.

When mimosa learned the habit of Qin Ran, every time he would pick the right food.

This time is no exception.

In addition to fruits and fish, there are some cooked food lunches and several cans with special functions.

Of course, the latter is not used in the immediate situation.

Fruit and fish are enough.

"Thank you!"

After knowing how much work Mimosa had left for himself, Qin Ran couldn’t help but give such a compliment. He clenched the shampoo conch in his palm and nodded to the priest who was still worshipping the land. Turn around and return to the original road.

There are no useless props.

Only useless players.

I am afraid that everyone in a huge city will not think that a magical level of debris will play an unexpected role in the V-order.

Feel the beating of the flame in the chaos of the mind, Qin Hao mouth a corner.

He knows that this is just the beginning.

As time goes by, some rumors will definitely ferment.

When it is fermented to a certain extent, it will cause some qualitative changes.

"Thank you for the world of this god."

Qin Ran thought silently.

And will this be conscience?

will not.

Compared with the **** who has abandoned the believer's harvest, Qin Ran thinks that he is just taking the proper compensation. He protects the safety of these people and escorted them to a safe place. Then, they should receive the proper Remuneration.

The only thing that differs a bit is that the reward is more abstract.

The dinner was completed faster than I expected.

When Qin Ran walked down the carriage, he could clearly feel the changes in the eyes of the people around him.

Even the eyes of the old priest have changed.

Obviously, he underestimated the speed of the spread of indigenous rumors.

"What happened to Pelt?"

Qin Ran, while knowing what to ask, took the dinner - from the re-baked slices of bread, fish soup, fruit and a little wild vegetables around the plate.

Such dinners are not exquisite, but in the wilderness night, such dinners are enough to satisfy people.

In particular, Qin Ran’s dinner has a whole golden yellow grilled fish.

This is something that no one else has.

Moreover, no one has any objections.

Not only because of the strength of Qin Ran, but also because of what happened just beside the stream: pay tribute to the gods!

Even a **** of namelessness.

It is enough to make all the aborigines horrified.

Plus, it is not seen by one person. There are people like priests and deacons. Therefore, people have no doubts about rumors.

After hesitating for a moment, the old priest finally made up his mind.

He lowered his voice and asked him with a slight restraint to the extent that only two people could hear it.

"Lord, are you sealed?"

(End of this chapter)