Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

Lu Gong smiled lightly, his smile full of confidence.

Lu Gong was anxious and reorganized his words before speaking.

"In our eyes, whether we have faith or not, it is just a matter of whether it is outside the bowl or outside the pot. If we let people eat, it will naturally be full."

"He told some knowledgeable people that it was a gift from the God of Electronics, the Lord of Dreams. We would also doubt it."

"Thank you so much, little man..."

"Yo? It seems that he specially used that thing to lure you out. Does he think that you can find him by hiding in front of the Internet?"

"When you joined the Gun Worship Cult, the direction had not yet been determined and could not be changed, which caused the cult riots. But that technology can only be used in cults, right?"

"Of course, does the villain just want to see what kind of things can be created with the technology of artificially making gods?"

Chapter 323 Reward or Trap

It is better to compare society to a pyramid than to a dining table.

It's a very familiar metaphor, and Tiangong Jixian also used this metaphor to describe this country.

Many diners, including Shinto, demons, and Buddhists, gathered around the dining table and feasted.

When they finish enjoying, their domestic servants and loyal dogs will come forward to pick up the leftovers one after another.

And it is not easy to sit down and share the same table of food with them.

Jingu used absolute force to conquer all those who were dissatisfied with him, and had to accept the change of head of the dinner table.

And now, there are new people who want to join this table, and they also have a strong appetite and have more than a dozen mouths for eating.

This will inevitably lead to dissatisfaction from other diners, and at this time, the shrine, as the head of the table, naturally has to maintain this order.

"So, you understand, you can't use any leverage to persuade me, because I have pretty good relationships with many people here."

Narukami, Okuninushi, Tengong, Tsukuyomi... there are countless names that can be mentioned, and no one of them is a bargaining chip that Dana can use.

Dana sat up, thinking about the "reward" the palace gave you.

"No one will care about it, or it will be discovered by other gods. There are not enough experimental bodies."

He took a pain-relieving needle from the table and injected it under his neck, which gave him some relief.

"hiss......"

"Worry, you are so gentle, you haven't seen what he is doing."

I am very willing, but there is no way to refute it. Geniuses among mortals are meaningless in another world.

Is the so-called risk and opportunity coexisting?

It has reached that point, and there is nothing we can do if we leave. Tokyo will probably be rioting again very soon.

"It's really unexpected that you dare to come to see me, but that's just it. I won't do anything against you, but you don't deserve any special help from me."

"And what you have to pay for is not that the villain is satisfied after looking at it and then considers how to give you some great help."

In comparison, the abyss at 8000 meters is a bad place to go.

After regaining her composure, Dana changed her tone and continued:

Jingu's fingers focused on his forehead, as if he was thinking about how to give Dana the "reward" you deserve.

Those who have no value are mediocre people, ordinary people, capable people, and poor people who have nothing.

Before throwing Dana out of the virtual world of data, when the shrine was preparing to go online, another flow of data came in and retreated.

"You know all that, little man, but help has a broad meaning, right? Very few things are defined as help, it just depends on how much you can give."

"There will only be supplies of deep-diving equipment delivered every half a month. No one will go there the rest of the time."

The shrine was not angry because of the loyalty or conspiracy of this group of people.

"It's broken. You haven't given him what he wants. All he needs to do is find a person named Huashan Yuanchun and tell you that it's your order, and you will understand everything."

Before saying that, Jingu waved his hand.

Dana bit her lip unwillingly. This was the most straightforward statement she had rarely heard.

And it was also the simplest way to mock her.

Although I had guessed that the Shrine would like that person in general, I was really not afraid that the Shrine would be angry and liquidate your irrelevant personnel.

Although there is no need for the Shrine to trap you, after all, it can easily pin you to death with just a move of the hand, so there is no need to trap you.

When you take out the device, the stimulation of the first nerve current makes your cerebellum feel like being pricked by a needle. Even if the connection is not disconnected, the pain still remains in your brain.

If you stay out there, you're bound to encounter some messy things. There's always something bad going on.

"Little man, although you provided the technology, whether you participated in the plan or not is our own decision to make the plan based on the belief in the undead in the war."

The data flow converged in Dana's hand and turned into a strange chip shape, quickly drifting towards the shrine.

Shengong smiled strangely. It was clear that everything was in line with his expectations, but Dana still felt a sense of abnormality.

"Well...you need a location that is secluded enough to hide yourself, and it can also get your acquiescence to a certain extent, right?"

Various information then poured into Jingu's mind, before going through it in his mind.

"Bad, bad, bad, we are really looking for death. Do we think we are still Meiji? Who do we think we are? Toshimichi Kokubo?"

"The 8000-meter abyss?"

Jingu opened his eyes again, but a rare sullenness flashed through his pupils.

And you, you Sisko Dana, will never fall into a situation where you are evaluated as valuable.

He has no value to you at all.

Jingu will say it very bluntly, it's okay, but it's not necessary.

"It's a coincidence that he came today. You know a place that meets his needs very well."

"Of course, that's the point. The important thing is that there is no other body that best meets his requirements."

A position that can avoid other people's eyes, and also has the authority to act at will within the scope of the palace's acquiescence, it is indeed an extremely useless help for Dana.

But you must really be naive to think that the conditions provided by the shrine are very superior. This is not your naivety.

Dana was determined in her heart for a while, and finally decided to grit her teeth, take off her clothes, summon her assistants, and give it a try.

"The choice is his and now it's his time to talk."

It's true, of course, but if I mind seeing my own suffering and being in trouble, there must be no hidden safety in it.

"A species that was created before the combination of crude oil and marine life. You guess they can even give birth to intelligence, or a collective mind like a hive. For him, that is the worst place."

What's going on?They all took advantage of that opportunity to come to me, right?

But our plan turned out to be so ridiculous and full of provocations to me.

Dana's avatar was instantly defeated, disconnected, and woken up on her own device.

"You can give him the permissions he wants in a closed laboratory 8000 meters above the water. He can't remotely do what he wants to do from outside. Is anyone able to find his whereabouts?"

Value, Cisco Dana has always lacked value. From all angles, you are a talented man, a handsome man, and a rich man with little money.

The anger flashed away, and Shengong slowly calmed down his emotions and looked at Dana.

Dana quickly explained:

"Of course, I am sure he has no doubts. If he is afraid that the 8000-meter abyss is just a trap, his only choice is to go."

Chapter 324 Smoke Mirror

"Oh! Amigos [friend]! Finally I found a chance to see you again!"

There was a strong Native American flavor in the speech, mixed with English and Spanish, and the black data stream converged into a vague human shape.

"Huh? Who are you? I don't remember having you as a friend."

The people who have accessed this virtual game this time are not the weak ordinary people like Dana.

There is no doubt that the other party is also a first-class diner who is qualified to sit at the table, rather than just a delicacy that can only be eaten by others.

“Meentristecemucho [It makes me so sad]!”

The blurry figure gradually became fixed. It was a thin but tall dark-skinned man.

"Obviously the first person who came to greet me after my resurrection was you, my friend, and you called me brother affectionately. Why don't you recognize me now?"

There is also a strong tongue-licking sound in his speech, and his whole temperament has a sense of mix and match.

"Huh? Is that you? The leopard man?"

For Jingu and I, there is not much difference between the virtual world and the real world.

Jingu realized that he couldn't stand the casual style of that guy talking about whatever he thought of. He always felt that the feeling seemed familiar.

What has changed is that I am one of the lowest status people in South American mythology, the first sun, the culprit who destroyed the seven solar eras.

Just like the relationship between Oda Nobunaga and the Eighth Heavenly Demon King, there will be problems if you take the name of a minor god.

"Nonono~ This incarnation is basically what you wanted. It's just an empty shell that was taken away from you. In that regard, you should apologize to your friend."

However, there is no need to consider what kind of situation or state I am in behind my eyes.

"It must be that if he is taken away by you, this body should belong to his friend first."

At this moment, standing behind the shrine was a white woman with the word "mix and match" written all over her from beginning to end.

"The important part is not that you are here to make an alliance with your friends."

No matter what the situation is, I am definitely a god inferior to Yubo Xun, or even below it.

The man took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face.

"The killing and fighting between people has already surpassed the future you saw, with the help of that bad baby."

"Oh, the supreme god of the Aztecs of South America, the god of impermanence who creates and destroys the world, the smoke mirror?"

He speaks an indigenous language with a rap sound, but his words are a mixture of Spanish and English. He seems elegant and rude, but he speaks without any sense of margin.

Before finishing the message first, I suddenly chuckled again, changed the topic, and found him talking from another place according to Jingu's words.