The male protagonist of Kuaishuang is here again to ask for his name

Chapter 1151 The Bingshan Priest’s Prayer Tree 23
Holding the cigarette rod, the frightened one said: "You are jealous! I'm jealous that your grandpa didn't get the wishing lottery!"

The person in the back rubbed him secretly: "Is it really so clever? I will grab one and try it next time when I open the mountain to sacrifice!"

The smoker leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "It's up to you!"

"In the past, sacrifices were held every five or sixty years! How long has it been since this time, and it must be held in the past few years!"

Liuli quickly walked up to them: "What do you mean by what you said?"

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When returning to Shenshan, Liuli was obviously a little distracted.

What's going on, why did he not have the slightest impression of what they said?
Isn't this the first time he has collected the people's wishes?

After returning to the sacred mountain, Liuli immediately came under the wishing tree.

He raised his hand to take the next one.

As soon as the sign is unwrapped, will you know what happened?

Yan Ruyu, who came back after him, only glanced at him, and then floated back to the bedroom, Liuli didn't even notice that someone was following him.

Of course, I don't even know that those people I just ran into at the foot of the mountain don't remember what happened today at all.

They only knew that a pair of blue eyes flashed before their eyes, and then their consciousness became blurred.

The body of the original owner was too weak, Yan Ruyu felt extremely weak after only using a charm technique, when she lay down and yawned, she squinted her eyes and thought: Don't let me tell, won't I borrow someone else's mouth?

God's brain is dead.

Priest Liuli became more persistent in unraveling the lottery, and Yan Ruyu accompanied him without saying anything.

The two have increased from ten lottery tickets a day to twenty, thirty...

Finally one day, the Goddess's already weak body couldn't hold on, and she fell down.

After listening to the reports of the servants, Liuli gave an indifferent "Yes" and went back under the wishing tree.

Perhaps it was right to part with her temporarily.

Obviously, he was the one who unwrapped the lottery by himself before, but today it was only for such a short while, and he realized that he was actually thinking about her!
Liuli put down the wish stick angrily, and disappeared in place.

He felt he needed to get out and about.

He picked a random direction and flew out, not even noticing the name of the city when he landed.

The wisher was a poor family in the city.

They were burdened by Shen Ke's taxes and suffered terribly.

If the harvest this year is not good, they will sell their sons and daughters to pay off their debts...

In desperation, they took out the wishing lottery they obtained on the sacred mountain.

"I hope this year the weather will be smooth and the grain harvest will be bumper!"

Occasionally, there are such prayers who do not write down their wishes immediately after getting the wishing lottery on the sacred mountain, but keep it at home like a family heirloom.

Liuli frowned. This wish seemed simple, but it was actually the most energy consuming.

It's easier to just ask for money...

This person asked for good weather, which meant that he had to stay here all the time and use his own mana to change the weather at any time.

Too much consumption!

Although he is not an ordinary person, if he wants to realize his wish in this way, he may have to use up half of his mana.

In the past, he would probably give up this wish immediately.

But ever since Yan Ruyu's reminder, and hearing the mortal's comments at the foot of the mountain, he has already had some doubts in his heart.

Can't miss a single wish.

Thinking like this, Liuli lived near here.

The place where the prayers are located happened to be in a drought. The lack of rain for several days made the fields dry up. No matter how careful the care was, the food would not grow.

Liuli used her own power to change the sky. One month later, greenery appeared on the parched earth, but the already pale expression of Priest Liuli became more and more tired.

Sitting in his simply furnished hut, he always felt that something was missing.

(End of this chapter)