Chapter 70: :goddess

When Xiahe returned to the temple, the idol was already set up. The statue made of red copper was nearly nine meters high. The goddess of wealth sat on the seat of the with one hand on his cheek and looked forward.
Abigail personally gilded the idol, and she seemed to have never slept. Her eyes were bloodshot with golden amber eyes.
Xiahe felt she was a little thin, under the golden priest's robe, her body was not so plump.
Seeing Xiahe, Abigail stopped the work in his hand and sat directly in front of the idol, stretched out his two long legs, and greeted Xiahe to sit over.
"Where have you gone these days? It's okay if you don't help me, and I'll take Jack away, and I'll be exhausted." Abigail said as he stretched out his legs and let Xiahe give a massage. After the last time she cramped, she enjoyed a technique that the Taoist priests used to soothe their muscles and promote blood circulation.
Abigail's familiarity and Oville's sense of alienation form a sharp contrast.
No greetings, Xiahe also felt very comfortable. He pressed Abigail's legs and said: "To make some combat reels, you know that my level is not high, but there is a lot of money."
"How many levels of scrolls?"
"Most of the eighteenth grades also have nineteenth grades."
"Not very useful ..."
"More than one hundred were made, which is almost enough."
Abigail disagrees. It is already a miracle that a tenth-level magician can defeat one or two masters, beating six in a row? It ’s better not to dream, if the money is given to the goddess, the goddess may be able to give some powerful magic.
"If you're okay, it's good to help me gilt the gods these days."
"Okay, what about Ovilla?"
"She also went to practice in the Chamber of Secrets, hey, I'm tossing here alone." Abigail's face was so bitter, and she looked for comfort.
"Abigail, there is a problem." Xiahe ignored her coquetry.
"what?"
"In the book of wealth, why can't I feel the goddess' attention?"
"You are a magician! I specially applied with the goddess to get such a book of wealth. Then everyone is better off, isn't it?"
"Thank you." Xiahe was moved, and the power in his hand was greater, Abigail yelled.
She wants to retract her foot. Xiahe has a pair of crystal shoes in her hands.
Abigail's eyes lit up: "Give it to me?"
"Okay, you see it fits."
"Put me on." Abigail's legs were stretched straight and curled under Xiahe's eyelids.
Xiahe put the crystal shoes on Abigail's feet, and he said, "Is this the thigh of the goddess of wealth?" Abigail felt itchy toes and giggled. Then she saw that Xiahe was a little preoccupied, and her mind was clearly not on her.
"Hey!"
"what?"
"Who is thinking?"
"My companion and I are separated. I haven't seen you in a few months. I'm worried."
"It's a female partner." Abigail retracted her feet, bent her legs, and looked down at the crystal shoes on her feet.
"She's Freya, my guardian of magic."
"This is ..." Abigail's mood improved immediately. She stood up from the ground and turned around. The golden priest's robe lifted up, and the crystal shoes stepped on the snowy calf made a clear and sweet voice.
"That's it." Xia He looked at Abigail's appearance and thought, if Freya would be there, she would definitely guard against it? She would be very unhappy if she was so close to the female pastor. When I was in the Iron Fortress, I felt it myself, and I cultivated my own spirits. It seems that something went wrong.
There is no ceremony or solemnity in the gold-plated statue of the god. The two men stepped on the scaffolding, melted the gold by magic, and attached them to the bronze statues layer by layer. This requires a high skill, the bottom gold and red copper are fused, the temperature must be constant, and the gods in the red copper cannot be destroyed.
After the gods were built, the workers had cleared the hall long ago. In the empty hall, Xiahe and the female priest were doing things in their hands silently, and the wind came in, refreshing. This afternoon, silent and short.
Half a month later, Xiahe and Abigail stood under the idol and looked up at the goddess.
"Asla, do you want to be with me?" Abigail invited him to communicate with the goddess, and she could achieve the epic realm and become a regional bishop. Asla is her investor and deserves to share the glory at the moment. But the magician didn't seem to like to be watched by the gods. She looked at Xiahe, looking forward to it.
"Abigail ..."
"Ok?"
"Maybe one day, we will no longer fight side by side, you and I will face each other, then today ..."
"Then today is still a good memory!"
Looking at Abigail's naive eyes, Xiahe couldn't say anything for a moment.
Abigail pulled Xiahe back, she helped Xiahe sort out her clothes, and whispered: "I know that magicians don't believe in gods, you need to be careful later."
Xiahe nodded, and Abigail looked at the god, holding the book of wealth, and began to recite the prayer. Abigail's voice was like a gold coin hitting, making people unconsciously intoxicated.
Xiahe couldn't understand Abigail's murmured prayer, but just felt smoky, and the golden light of the temple was full of rich fragrance. The pentagram on Abigail's golden priest's robe flew up, landed at his feet, and expanded. The whole temple seemed to be softened, and the divine power formed undulating waves, spreading all around.
From above, the goddess of wealth's eyes looked down, and Xiahe was surprised.
In this world, the wealth priest has never appeared. This goddess of wealth is unknown, and Xiahe thought it was a new weak god. But looking at this posture, Abigail could communicate directly with the goddess of wealth. This is equivalent to manifestation, and a weak who cherishes divine power will never communicate with believers in this way.
In the main hall, the pendant pentagram stirred the ripples of divine power, and the golden radiance filled it. In Abigail's body, a core lit up, and was instantly dispelled by divine power and fused into her body.
Epic achievements are just a matter of moments.
The golden ripples spread from the statue, and the entire temple was flooded in a blink of an eye, and Xiahe felt warm all over him. Xiahe realized carefully that this divine power did not invade his body, but only repeatedly washed everything in the hall. There are not many toxins accumulated in his body. At this moment, he can use the frequency of divine agitation to separate from the body.
Is really a meticulous force. Even if he was the achievement of Yangshen, he was not so powerful!
And he and Abigail's treatment are different, that the ripples of divine power transform Abigail's body from the inside out, without any scruples. This goddess even respected her identity as a magician!
The goddess of wealth is not easy ...
Xiahe's book of wealth, gold coins of wealth, and that purse all flew out automatically, suspended above Xiahe's head. Xiahe thought about it and threw out the goblin musket, which was really suspended in midair.
"Little Master, you are really ... interesting!"
Goddess's eyes fell on Xiahe, and Xiahe was horrified. The pure gold pupil stared at himself, and everything around seemed to disappear, leaving only one way, from his feet to the seat of God. The road is covered with gold and jade, surrounded by treasures. In the golden light, the brilliance of these treasures radiated beyond the galaxy.
Xiahe's body is stiff, and the goddess is not a pitiful kind of old goblin and should be respected.
I have been somewhat smug recently!
"I knew that I was afraid." The goddess looked at Xiahe. Xiahe couldn't help moving forward step by step, straight to the seat of God. On the road paved by the golden jade, the divine power formed a river, which was turbulent and noisy. Her voice is sweet, like a harp dingdong, her facial features are so clear at this moment, Xiahe's consciousness touches it, like being struck by lightning, there are still amazing under shock.
Xiahe could hear his footsteps, as heavy as stepping on his heart. But the body is floating, just like walking in the sky. He stumbled to the throne, the goddess of wealth leaned on the throne, no longer a tall body, like a weak mortal. Her face is similar to that of Abigail, with an angry expression on her face.
Xiahe has an impulse to worship, as if the goddess in front of her is the only, infinite, instant, and eternal.
Xiahe obsessed ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The goddess reached out and wanted to touch Xiahe's head. On the top of Xiahe's head, a bright moon suddenly jumped out. She didn't dare to touch the bright moon, as if she was just next to her, her own personality would be shattered, and her body would fall.
How can such a dangerous thing appear on a mortal!
Xiahe returned to Qingming and stood in front of the throne for a moment before saluting to the goddess of wealth: "I am rude to the great existence. Is this your kingdom of God?"
The goddess of wealth looked at Xiahe, with a complex look.
"It's just a projection on earth, and my power is also precious. Master, who are you believers who walk on earth?"
"I am a magician."
"This ..." The expression of the goddess of wealth turned plain.
"I can know ..."
"Let's talk later." The goddess of wealth waved, and Xiahe suddenly returned to the temple, standing side by side with Abigail, with the towering tower in front of him, the golden statue of the goddess of wealth came to life, and the golden eyes still looked With Xiahe, it seems that there are still unfinished words.
Xiahe wanted to ask her the name of the god, and she was kicked out of the projection of the kingdom of god.
Although his posture is very tough, he obviously does not intend to lower his punishment.
Abigail knew nothing about it, her prayer had been finished, and the priest's robe turned golden red.
"Congratulations, Abigail." Xiahe does not think about the goddess. The goddess of wealth may see that she is from outside the world, but she cannot see the identity of the Taoist.
In his own eyes, this goddess of wealth is not very suspicious like a local god.
The equipment suspended in the air dropped, and Xiahe received the goblin musket, and found that it had been refined by divine power! The goddess of wealth is quite proud ...