Liyue Fengxiangren of the original god

"Hurry up hurry up!"

Gu Sanqiu took out a bunch of donkey-skin donkey-hide gelatin cakes and other things that can nourish qi and blood from his arms, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The Canxin Bone Pen was already attached to his hand, or the tip of the pen had pierced into his arm, greedily sucking the blood in his body.

"Didn't let you suck so fast!"

Gu Sanqiu put down the tonic, picked up the dragon scale shield at the side, and gave Canxin a pen directly.

"Are you some kind of math teacher who pours water and releases water, pump slowly for me, do you hear me?"

Stimulated by the heavy Dragon King breath on the shield, Can Xin Gu Bi slowed down the speed of blood sucking quite conscientiously, maintaining a point where Gu Sanqiu could guarantee that he could still control his supernatural powers and not become unconscious.

"So, this kind of evil school method should be used less."

Gu Sanqiu gritted his teeth and controlled the outward expansion of the paper figurine's supernatural powers. The positions held by some members of the Sanxuan Society made him a little terrified.

A small official in the General Affairs Department who is responsible for issuing documents, a small leader who records cargo throughput and types at the port, etc., are all such positions that do not seem to have much status, but can have the power to "seek personal interests".

To give a few examples, for example, the petty official who issues the documents is like an assignment handed in that needs to be corrected by the teacher. There must be a sequence for the issuance of documents.

If you're in a hurry, secretly give the little officer in charge of this project some Mora for a meal or something.

If there is no taste, maybe even invite a fair-looking girl to sit on his lap, feed him food and drink tea with a small mouth, and then bombard him all night, just to get the documents related to him issued earlier.

For another example, the person who records the goods at the port may only be in charge of a small area, but in his small area, he is the only true god in this area, and all the data flows out of him.

This is similar to the principle of making false accounts. As long as he can wipe out the data, there will be a lot of friction if some dangerous goods enter Liyue Port, or some confidential war equipment is smuggled out. pull can fish.

If there are only some ordinary people working in these positions, perhaps Gu Sanqiu is willing to believe that they are only for profit.

But people from Sanxuanhui sit in this position, and they stay until the official term of office, and even three generations of people from Sanxuanhui are in this position. Gu Sanqiu believes that it is strange that they only want to make money.

"Hey, it's a good thing that this time I chose paper figurine magic, otherwise I might have given it to you bastards."

Gu Sanqiu grinned, because of the previous reasons, once it comes to the topic related to the Sanxuanhui, he is very unhappy now, very unhappy, and it is so unhappy that he wants to smash those guys directly!

The centipede is dead but not stiff. Objectively speaking, it is because the insect has the structure of ganglion, but for a force that wants to die, if even one member is allowed to escape from the sky, it is a threat to his own life. irresponsible!

As for the Sanxuanhui, maybe some of the Seven Stars want to defeat them, and then the rest should go to prison, and they should be assigned to certain mysterious departments. This is the style of a qualified person in power.

But for Gu Sanqiu, what he wants is not the simple sentence of "killing the chief evil".

He wants it all!

Not one is spared!

"Let me see where you guys are."

Gu Sanqiu closed his eyes, one after another vague scriptures scattered from his spiritual world, even a certain boss who was still fighting subconsciously turned his head to look in his direction.

"Long time, long time, I haven't heard of it."

A god of evil seized the opportunity to rush forward, but the green spear arrived first, killing it with a sharper blue light than before!

The scriptures are vast, and in Gu Sanqiu's spiritual world, scriptures, secrets and even words in the form of decrees are constantly appearing, and figures are condensed in his spiritual core.

These figures seem to have activated some kind of mysterious power. The memory of the paper figurine, which was already too numerous to be counted, is being screened like an assembly line operation with the help of the power condensed from these scriptures!

The army of paper figurines is still on the move, but this time, all the paper figurines are not passively absorbing the rest of the candidates, but all the paper figurines are on the move!

The paper figurines with low-level identities began to move out of the city silently, while those with a little bit of identities in the Sanxuanhui were assimilated with their contacts and even their superiors.

"Paper man paper man, one paper man."

"No name, no reputation, yellow ashes under the scale."

"The food of evil, the dust and smoke of hellfire."

"If you ask about the afterlife, the curtain will end at eighteen—"

This plausible ballad faintly resounded in the sky of Liyue Port, even Grandma Ping couldn't help frowning, and the hair of the medicine stove beside her was already blowing up.

"What is this kid doing?"

In the Yuehai Pavilion, in a legal consulting firm, and in the Qunyu Pavilion, some people subconsciously raised their heads to look at the sky.

What does this song mean?

boom!

A roar that only exists in the spiritual world of a practitioner resounded. Even Yaoluweng and Grandma Ping took half a step back under the roar, and some fine black smoke was shaken out of their bodies.

Many practitioners were frightened. When they looked up, they could only see a spear exuding bursts of fragrance, like a spear standing in the sky.

And that ballad, whose words and melodies were strange, was naturally silenced under the suppression of this spear made of condensed smoke.

The spear collapsed, and the scriptures and whispers in it also penetrated into Grandma Ping's ears at this time.

"Hehe, really, the long-lost tone."

Grandma Ping looked up at the sky with a smile on her face: "I know what he's doing now."

"This is just an ordinary scripture. Although it is precious to ordinary people, it should not be a big deal to the Gu family. Do you know what he is doing?"

Yaolu Weng was a little puzzled, he usually had a lot of things to do, and he certainly didn't know as much about this generation of Fengxiang people as Grandma Ping.

However, this does not hinder his curiosity.

"Little Gu, he is working hard, very hard."

"He is, accept yourself."

"Accept yourself?"

Yaolu Weng was at a loss, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, so he squinted at Grandma Ping.

"Ping, how old are you, can you speak more bluntly, do you think you are the young man who is willing to guess what you think and what you say?"

"Everyone is at this age, can you speak more smoothly?"

The smile on Grandma Ping's face froze, and then she looked at Yaoluweng with a smile.

"The medicine stove."

"what?"

"I guess you haven't been beaten in a long time, have you?"

! ! ! !

Just when the two immortals were interacting with each other, Gu Sanqiu's eyes lit up with a dazzling light.

Under the indiscriminate influence of the paper figurine's magical powers on the members of the Sanxuanhui, he touched a certain hidden stronghold of the members of the Sanxuanhui!

As a moth or a vampire who relies on Liyue to survive, the secret base of Sanxuanhui is naturally impossible to be so far away from Minlingui, after all, Tivat does not have such a thing as network transmission.

If Sanxuan Society's influence in Liyue Port is to be further expanded, a stronghold that is a little closer and sufficiently hidden is needed.

"I'm here to find you."

Gu Sanqiu smiled: "By the way, change the owner of your secret stronghold."