"Thank you for the blessing of the gods!"

Zhou Yi confirmed the speculation in his heart that he completely lost his goodwill towards the so-called gods.

The so-called spiritual practice, if it sounds good, it means herdsmen, and if it sounds ugly, it means cutting leeks.

Only by giving both kindness and power can you get more offerings!

Zhou Yi stuffed another bank note and said in a low voice, "Master Huang, how old is the Earth God?"

"Presumptuous! How can the common people know about such things?"

Master Huang scolded a few times.

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