Worship Me, I Can Make You Rich

Wen Xiaoyun had reported his grudge against Cheng Jinxue for posting his emoji on the Internet. On the way back, he was always in a good mood.

Zhuang Zhou now only has one class every day, but the principal has arranged for him to have two classes starting tomorrow, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

At the end of the morning class, he got off work, but Wen Xiaoyun hadn't got off work yet.

Zhuang Zhou followed Wen Xiaoyun to the Third Army.

On the way, his terminal rang several times. The first time Zhuang Zhou picked it up. It was a stranger who said that their master wanted to meet Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou asked who it was, but the other party didn't speak, only that he would know if he went.

He is not stupid, since the other party didn't say anything, he just ignored it and directly hung up the terminal communication.

As a result, the opponent has been fighting with perseverance.

Zhuang Zhou didn't answer it.

When I hit the fifth, a message was also sent.

"I am the manager of the Duke of Bolton, and the Duke would like to discuss cooperation with you, Teacher Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou saw the news and asked Wen Xiaoyun, "Who is this Duke of Borton?"

Wen Xiaoyun: "Did he look for you?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "Yes, he said he wanted to talk to me about cooperation."

Wen Xiaoyun: "Remember the person who looked for you in the library?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "Remember! The commander of the First Corps!"

Wen Xiaoyun: "Well, Duke Bolton is his brother."

Zhuang Zhou uttered an ‘oh’ and then hummed in his heart again. He didn’t forget that Divine clearly gave him a lot of faith, but he couldn’t hear any of his wishes.

Such a person has evil thoughts in his heart, so he can't hear their wishes, and naturally it is impossible to bless them.

For such beliefs, Wen Xiaoyun has said that if you don't accept it, you won't accept it in vain!

Zhuang Zhou smoothly blocked the terminal number.

When Duke Botton’s steward sent a message again, he could no longer get through.

The steward's face was a little ugly: "My lord, he... blackmailed me."

After showing his identity, he was blacked out.

The Duke of Bolton did not answer immediately.

Instead, the commander of the First Army Divine was a little annoyed: "It seems that he doesn't want to cooperate with us at all."

Divine regretted that he knew that Zhuang Zhou was really the little master. He could hold back how Zhuang Zhou teased him when he was in the library that day.

Lord Bolton said: "As expected."

In any case, he and Wen Xiaoyun are also bound together now.

As long as Wen Xiaoyun is in the Third Army for one day, Zhuang Zhou will not be able to cooperate with other Army.

Divine's face was gloomy: "Then what are we going to do now?"

Duke Bolton looked at the steward: "Are the other students in the Mecha department contacted?"

"Back to the Duke, five classmates are willing to meet."

Duke Botton nodded, and then said: "Wen Xiaoyun's mental power level now?"

Divine said: "No one knows that the doctors in his army are very strict. No one except him should know, but in my opinion, I am afraid that the level is not high, otherwise he will not be so strict."

Duke Botton said: "Do you remember Bei Yusi?"

"Of course I remember that the former head of the Third Army Corps retired after his mental power was radiated."

"Yeah." Duke Bolton spoke slowly: "Send someone to find him."

To the Third Army.

When Wen Xiaoyun went to work, Zhuang Zhou became a mecha.

The two are busy with their own things, and occasionally when they rest, they will ask each other what they are doing. They are like old couples and wives, and the years are peaceful.

Cheng Jinxue was hard pressed.

Ever since I became Zhouzhou’s assistant teacher, I have followed Zhouzhou to work and leave work together every day.

The first thing that the little tattered the Third Army did was to fight with 4.0.

Cheng Jinxue loves his robot, and is afraid that he will be beaten by the little tatters, so he pitifully asks the little tatters to show mercy.

Unexpectedly, the more heartache he was, the more ruthless the little tatters started.

What is the scariest thing? !

Little tattered... it's not an ordinary robot!

After it has removed 4.0, it can be installed back, but it makes you lose your temper!

Cheng Jinxue had to file a complaint with Zhouzhou.

"Zhouzhou, you really have to take care of the small rags, it really bullies 4.0 every day! Whose mech is distressed, hitting 4.0, it hurts me!"

This is the first stream of consciousness mech in the entire interstellar, although it is a mini-type.

But think about Zhang Feng and Zhou Hongyi's. They are all robots. Wen Xiaoyun's Mecha Voss upgrade is also after his 4.0. His 4.0 is the first in interstellar history.

This is going to be on interstellar history from now on!

Especially memorable!

Can he not feel bad? ?

Hearing Cheng Jinxue's accusation, Zhuang Zhou sighed, but he pretended to be an old man and said, "Cheng Jinxue, don't say that in the future."

Cheng Jinxue puzzled: "Why can't you say it?"

Zhuang Zhou carefully considered his words: "Well...it's like this. Little tatters actually don't have any friends. When the trash star, you are all waiting...Bah, you are taking care of it. It has long regarded you as its servant. …Bah, as its friend, but look at you, since you got 4.0, you haven't taken care of it anymore, you are so jealous!"

Cheng Jinxue was silent for a moment.

Then he asked in an extremely unbelievable tone: "It... jealous?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "Yes!"

Cheng Jinxue: "What's so jealous about this? 4.0 is my mech, it's not my mech?"

Zhuang Zhou thought to himself: But the little tattered forcibly requisitioned you into a demon servant.

Don't reason with monsters.

Monsters are unreasonable.

Cheng Jinxue thought about it carefully, but didn't want to understand it, but vaguely knew a little bit, that is... still have to continue to serve the tattered uncle?

Say a few more words to make it happy, should it be good?

Cheng Jinxue touched his head and left.

Zhuang Zhou didn't expect that Xiaoluan would care about this so much. He thought it was a bit funny. He ran to Wen Xiaoyun with the mecha parts in his arms, intending to share this matter with him.

The door of Wen Xiaoyun's office was open.

Before he walked in, he heard that Wen Xiaoyun seemed to be talking to someone.

He didn't know what he was talking about, there was a faint smile on his mouth.

This smile was a little different from what he had seen before, as if with a bit of nostalgia.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou coming, Wen Xiaoyun paused and said in a low voice: "I'll tell you later, there is something wrong now."

After speaking, I hung up the terminal communication.

Wen Xiaoyun got up and walked towards Zhouzhou: "Why come here, do you feel bored?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at his terminal and then at his calm expression, as if the smile just now hadn't existed.

He pursed his lips and couldn't help asking, "Who were you communicating with just now?"

Wen Xiaoyun: "A friend I haven't seen for a long time."

Zhuang Zhou asked: "It's been a long time since I saw you?"

Wen Xiaoyun: "Well, it's almost a year. I'll take you to meet him in a few days."

Zhuang Zhou let out a slow ‘um’, and then stopped talking.

Wen Xiaoyun seemed a little unhappy when he saw him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It's nothing."

That night.

Zhuang Zhou took the idol out of Wen Xiaoyun's room and didn't sleep with Wen Xiaoyun. After saying hello to Wen Xiaoyun, he climbed onto the roof by himself.

Sitting under the stars in the sky full of night sky, Zhuang Zhou frowned, thinking about what to do, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a good solution.

"I'm terrible, Uncle Priest." He touched his chest and said very annoyedly: "I should be jealous of others."

Uncle Great Priest said that God wants fairness.

Bless every believer fairly. When a believer puts in any effort, as a god, he will give fair luck.

Believers who work harder will get more blessings.

At this point, God must do it, and this person cannot give him good luck without working hard.

Therefore, Gods cannot have evil thoughts, and Gods with evil thoughts will no longer be so fair.

He would be jealous of others now.

Jealousy is also a kind of evil thoughts.

He is not a qualified god.

Zhuang Zhou was in distress. When he was with the great priest before, the uncle of the priest warned him more than once that Gods should not have evil thoughts. Gods with evil thoughts are very scary.

What should he do?

Zhuang Zhou sat blankly for more than an hour, and finally didn't know what to do, so he slowly returned to the downstairs holding the idol.

At the door of the room, Wen Xiaoyun didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Seeing Zhouzhou coming down from the roof, Wen Xiaoyun smoothly put a coat on him and said softly, "Zhouzhou, let's talk?"

Zhuang Zhou was a little guilty: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Xiaoyun: "You are a little unhappy today."

Zhuang Zhou pursed his lips and felt even more guilty.

Wen Xiaoyun opened his personal terminal, revealing the notepad marked ‘Highlight Must See’, and said, “Remember? You can tell me if you don’t like it or if you are unhappy.”

Zhuang Zhou was a little entangled: "I just... just made a mistake that God can't make. I, I went to reflect..."

Wen Xiaoyun thought for a while and asked, "Maybe it's not a mistake?"

Zhuang Zhou whispered: "It's a mistake, I'm jealous."

Wen Xiaoyun was taken aback for a moment: "Jealous?"

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head, his voice lowered: "I hate you smiling at others, I want you to smile at me alone..."

He blushed after saying that, and when he blushed, he was also very entangled: "God must not have evil thoughts. I am jealous of others. I am not a qualified god."

Wen Xiaoyun didn't expect this to be the reason.

He was stunned for a while before he recovered from Zhouzhou's annoyance.

As a general, he was absent for so long for the first time, which was a fatal mistake on the battlefield.

But it was not as good as what Zhouzhou said, which caused waves in his heart.

Seeing that Xiaoyun didn't speak, Zhou Zhou's head dropped lower, and he felt ashamed to see people.

He is so embarrassed.

"Zhouzhou." Wen Xiaoyun finally said, with a low voice: "I remember you said that there are many kinds of evil thoughts..."

Zhuang Zhou nodded boredly: "Yeah."

Wen Xiaoyun took the idol in his hand and put it on the table, and then took out the incense burner and candles from the space torsion, all of the same style as him.

Wen Xiaoyun obviously has no faith, and he doesn't know when he prepared it.

Zhuang Zhou was wondering what Wen Xiaoyun wanted to do, so he saw Wen Xiaoyun lit candles and incense, and worshiped the statue of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

What is he doing?

He clearly and clearly said...

After Wen Xiaoyun earnestly worshipped, he inserted the incense into the incense burner, and when he turned to look at Zhuang Zhou again, he took Zhuang Zhou's hand and placed it on his chest: "Listen now, you can hear me. Wish?"

The heartbeat under the palm of his hand was beating very fast. When Wen Xiaoyun worshipped him, he felt that his faith collector was also beating, and a very pious and pious faith surged up, this power of faith. , Even more than the richness of the little tatters.

This person who once said that he has no faith, now gives him all his faith.

However, he really didn't hear Wen Xiaoyun's wish.

Zhuang Zhou was a little at a loss: "I can't hear..."

"Because I also have evil thoughts in my heart." Wen Xiaoyun said softly: "I have committed greed, I like you, I like you so much, so I greedily want to keep you by my side for a lifetime,"

Zhuang Zhou's face turned red.

Wen Xiaoyun said: "I also committed desire, I want to kiss you, hug you, want to... offend you."

The author has something to say: PS—

Wen Xiaoyun: The **** of ‘scary’ in various senses.

The stupid author of the emotional drama is very scumbag. After writing for several hours, writing and deleting, finally came out... Sorry, it's late!

The pen power is limited, and the writing style is also limited QAQ. If you feel that this confession is not well written, it will be written by my sister o(╥﹏╥)o

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: 5 sunken boats;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Naluwa; outside of Chang'an, I heard that the power went out? , _5 bottles of Huang Kaka; 3 bottles of ink dyeing; 1 bottle containing Yuluotong, Shikuchun, Henghai, Unit 8;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!