I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Guilongyuan Meiya keeps her hair long not because she loves beauty, but because she is simply too lazy to go to the barber shop, so she only goes once a year.

Every time she gets her hair cut it’s in the summer because the weather is too hot. It’s difficult for her to keep long hair as she sweats easily, so she usually gets a flat head like a boy.

After the summer, the hair will grow to the point where it covers the ears, and by next spring, you will have long hair again.

"If you dare to cut my hair, I will immediately end my friendship with you."

"Hey, why?"

"I don't want to go out with a girl who doesn't bother to shave her head."

Rin Kaminagi gave her own reasons. She felt that it was a waste that Kiryuin Miya was obviously very beautiful but never dressed up.

Especially this soft black hair, which feels silkier to the touch than the tiger you keep at home.

Using cheap shampoo and having hair that doesn't know how to take care of it, but still having hair that is so silky is simply a gift from God.

Shaving your head is a waste of nature.

"Okay." Guilongyuan Meisai gave up the idea of ​​having a flat head and wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth, but unexpectedly found that the door of the living room was not closed.

Bai Shi sat on the corridor.

"Hey, Lord God? You got up so early today."

Bai Shi turned around and said, "I didn't sleep at all."

"Why?" Guilongyuan Meisai looked surprised.

Bai Shi pointed to his phone and said, "I found out last night that the number of fans following me on YouTube has exceeded 1,000, and now there are 1,533.

The latest short video has been viewed over 400,000 times.”

"Four hundred thousand? That's amazing. How much money can I make?"

Guilongyuan Meiya ran forward in a few steps, rushed in front of him, lowered her head to look at the screen of her mobile phone, forgetting how seductive her posture was.

When Kaminagi Rin saw this, she wanted to slap that butt.

Bai Shi didn't have that thought in mind, and said with a depressed look: "I don't have a penny. I forgot to create an adsense account, so I created it temporarily, and it hasn't been reviewed yet.

With such a huge amount of traffic, I can’t get a penny.”

"It doesn't matter. Lord God has the ability. The next video will definitely be even more powerful."

Guilongyuan Meisai clenched her fist to encourage him.

Bai Shi's depression disappeared, and he smiled and said, "That's right, I'll shoot it next time, and make a short video with millions of views."

Kaminagi Rin came over from behind, looking a bit puzzled and said, "I've seen that short video, and it's not that different from the previous one. How can it suddenly become popular just by adding a blacksmithing action?"

Bai Shi thought for a moment and said, "I guess someone wants to target Ise Shrine."

Kaminagi Rin frowned slightly. She had heard of the name of Ise Grand Shrine. Among so many shrines in the country, Ise Grand Shrine ranked second, and no other shrine dared to rank first.

"What does targeting Ise Jingu have to do with us?"

It's not that Kamanagi Rin is belittling herself, it's just that the scale of Nohara Shrine is pitifully small and it's impossible for it to have any connection with Ise Grand Shrine.

Bai Shi hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Heavenly Flow Thunder Killing Method is the secret white-fighting technique of the inner palace of Ise Jingu."

"What?!" Kannagi Rin was shocked and spoke in the most familiar English. She covered her mouth with her hand and asked, "Could it be that the Lord of the Shrine killed the inner palace priest of Ise Shrine?"

Bai Shi shook his head and said, "I just happened to see that man fighting against the monster and learned from him."

Guilongyuan Meisai was confused and scratched her head, "If they find out, will the consequences be serious?"

"Yes."

Shiraishi sighed. There were a lot of people at Ise Shrine. He hoped they could be more rational, otherwise there would be a river of blood.

Guilongyuan Meiya said nervously: "Then delete it quickly."

"What are you afraid of? I've already silenced it. If they ask, just say it was an instant attack. There are one or two similar white-fighting schools in the world. It's normal."

Bai Shi was very calm. He didn't learn it secretly. It was the inner palace priest who insisted on exorcising the demon in front of him. Did he have to close his eyes?

He can teach whoever he wants to teach, and it is not up to others to tell him what to do.

"Yeah, that's true. There are many schools of karate as well. It doesn't matter if there are more schools of Tenryu. Haha."

Guilongyuan Meiya figured it out and a bright smile appeared on her face.

Kami Nagi Rin knew that things were not that easy, but she did not continue talking. Instead, she asked with anticipation, "Lord God, which family did my Wanxiang Shenfengliu come from?"

"Uh." Bai Shi scratched his head, trying hard to recall from whom he copied the Wanxiang Shenfengliu. He remembered it was... the guy's name was... Bei, no, Xi.

He thought hard for a while, spread his hands and said, "I forgot. To be honest, if someone on the Internet hadn't reminded me that it was the Hakuba secret technique of Ise Jingu, I wouldn't have remembered who I learned it from."

"..." The expectation on Kaminagi Rin's face collapsed, and she couldn't help but ask, "Lord God, is the Ten Thousand Gods Wind Style really the most powerful slashing technique you have ever encountered?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you have any impression?"

"I just have an impression of the Vientiane God's romantic style. People are all the same."

Bai Shi shrugged. Who has the time to remember the names of those insignificant men?

Unless the woman is a beautiful one with powerful Yin-Yang magic, he will remember who the user is while remembering the Yin-Yang magic.

"Really? No way. I'll check it myself later."

When Kaminagi Rin was about to sweep the floor, she called home to check the Vientiane Shinto Wind Flow and who was behind the short video traffic, trying to create a conflict between Ise Jingu and this place.

Chapter 29 No girl can resist the charm of head patting

Bai Shi didn't care much about those little things. He ate breakfast in a hurry and wanted to go back to sleep.

I was too excited during that time in the early morning and couldn’t fall asleep. I had a lot of thoughts in my mind, such as what short videos to shoot during the day and how to get as much traffic as possible.

Then, my brain was overloaded and my head was buzzing. All those wonderful ideas I had last night became fragmented and could not be put together into a perfect plan.

He decided to take a nap to make up for the sleep he lost the night before and returned to the bedroom with his shirt halfway removed.

A gentle voice sounded from outside the door, "Master Divine Lord, I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you free?"

"Well, come in and talk."

He put his shirt back on and looked out the door.

The sliding door opened silently, and Komori Jun knelt in the passage, with his hands folded in front of him, not daring to even look at him, and bowed his head, posing in a standard posture, "Sir, I know this request is very excessive.

But Nobunaga is not here, and I'm worried about my sister staying at home alone. Can I let her stay here during the day?

I will definitely pay for her three meals a day, and I promise not to let my sister cause trouble to everyone."

After saying that, Jun Komori waited there for a reply.

Bai Shi looked at her like a hedgehog curled up in a ball, squatted down, touched her head and said, "You don't need to be nervous. Do I usually look so cold?"

His broad palm passed through his hair, soothing his nervous mood. Jun Komori raised his head and said, "What the Lord God means is..."

The scarlet phoenix eyes sparkled with anticipation, wanting to hear his answer in person.

"This is a shrine, not a military base. If she wants to come, she can come anytime. She doesn't need to pay for food. One more person to eat won't make me go bankrupt."

Shiraishi answered in the affirmative.

Komori Jun blushed and quickly shook her head, "No, I have to give you the food money. I'm not a miko, so I can't eat here for free.

It is a great blessing that you can let her here."

"You are exaggerating."

"No, that's not an exaggeration at all."

Jun Komori's face was full of determination. In her eyes, nothing was trivial when it came to her sister.

Bai Shi was too lazy to say more, patted her head, and said with a smile: "There is nothing else to do, go down and keep working hard."

"Hi," Jun Komori bowed, grabbed the sliding door with both hands, helped close it, and slowly stood up.

At this moment, my heart was pounding and I was filled with fear of being rejected by the Lord God.

The thought of that scene frightened her.

But... she touched her head. The Lord God's hands were so warm.

Komori Jun's fear was washed away, a smile appeared on his face, and he walked briskly towards the bedroom on the second floor, intending to use the heart ghost to guide his sister here.

……

The little fire man flew out of the window.

Kannagi Rin looked up and said, "Komori?"

This is really strange. If I meditate normally, the inner ghost should not run away. Could it be that the Lord God has arranged some new practice?

Thinking of that possibility, Kami Nagi Rin looked at the densely packed iron spike balls hanging on the bar, and felt annoyed. How long would this training end?

"Huh." Rin Kaminagi let out a long breath and ignored the ringing cell phone in her corridor bag.

Now is the time for cultivation, and any unnecessary emotions should be eliminated.

All she had to do was to chop down the ball with a red dot among the many iron thorn balls.

Again and again……

Kaminagi Rin couldn't suppress the irritation in her heart and always felt that she was getting further and further away from them.

"Damn it!" She was filled with annoyance as she looked at the iron spike ball in front of her. She caught a glimpse of a red dot and her annoyance turned into rage, and then into murderous intent.

Without any patience, she pushed her feet hard and rushed towards the iron thorn balls, targeting the red-dot iron thorn balls.

Hey~

A strange sound was heard, like the crisp sound of metal colliding with each other.

But she hadn't pulled out the Raikiri yet.

Cell phone? No, the sound was very close, it was heard when several iron spikes fell on my cheek.

And, unlike usual, there was no pain on my face.

These thoughts made her stop her forward momentum, and the swinging iron spike ball brought some pain to her body.

Kaminagi Rin suddenly realized, "So that's how it is, the Lord God is so mean, he never told me.

No, this should be something I need to understand myself, haha."

Excitement welled up in her.

She had been thinking wrong all along. She shouldn't try to suppress her emotions, but express them.

Happiness, anger, anxiety, murderous intent and other emotions are all expressed with knives.

If you hold on to that pure thought, your spiritual pressure will be as strong as a blade, indestructible.

That's why the iron thorn ball fell on her, making a tinkling sound.

Rin Kaminagi walked outside again and took a deep breath. The key to this training was not to endure the pain and draw the sword.

Instead, he used his unstoppable momentum to break through all obstacles.

She held the hilt of the knife in her right hand and squatted slightly, expressing her thoughts from the bottom of her heart without any effort.

Staring at a red dot in the slightly swaying iron spike ball, she rushed forward with the Dragon Step without any hesitation.

Reiatsu covers the whole body.

Ding, puff, ding, puff, partly there was no pain, partly there was. She did not stop, approached the target, drew her sword and swung it, cutting the iron thorn ball in half.

Then, the amber eyes looked for the next prey.

The faster the Dragon Step was used, the faster the iron spike ball swung, like a violent storm.

Kaminagi Rin didn't care about the pain at all, and focused on chasing her target, treating those iron thorn balls as people who once looked down on her.

Knife up and down.

Ding, dozens or hundreds of sounds combined into a melodious sound.

Iron filings were flying in the air like smog, blocking the sunlight in the sky.

Rin Kaminagi entered a very strange state. She raised her hand and what she saw was not five fingers, but a sharp blade that was turned into cloth and torn between her palms by the wind.