I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Kaminagi Rin's little heart went from great joy to great sorrow and then back to great joy. Her chest was numb and her mind was not thinking of anything. She held his cheeks with both hands and kissed him fiercely.

I want to really feel that warmth and never let go.

"Haha! I win!"

Kiryuin Misae laughed loudly, with the Thunder God Taiko Magatama behind her and her body covered with electric clothes, and she fell heavily on the gap in the top of the church.

Her smug smile froze instantly when she saw the two people below.

Her big almond-shaped eyes widened, "Kaminagi! Shiraishi-kun! You guys actually cheated on me?!"

Oniryuin Miya's shouting made Kannagi Rin's groggy head suddenly wake up. He looked at the face so close with his amber eyes and quickly stepped back.

"No, it's not like that..." She hurriedly tried to explain what had happened.

Bai Shi stood up, grabbed her hand, looked up and said, "Gui Longyuan, I like you, but I also like Shen Nagi, and I can't let go no matter what."

Kiryuin Misae exited the Thunder God form, put on a stern face, put his hands behind his waist, and walked forward like a big boss.

The scrutinizing look made Shiraishi feel quite guilty, and Kaminagi Rin also blushed, her amber eyes began to circle, and she could no longer utter the words of rejection she had said before.

She was like a young bride about to get married, so nervous that she forgot what the black-haired girl opposite her had promised her.

"Pfft, haha." Guilongyuan Meiya swayed around, unable to hold back her expression any longer, and held her belly with both hands and said, "You guys are so funny."

Bai Shi showed a trace of helplessness and said: "Gui Longyuan, this is not a joke, I am telling the truth."

Kaminagi Rin's offline brain came back online, and she whispered, "Shiraishi-kun, I have always liked you. Kiryuin knew about this a long time ago, and he even agreed to share it with me."

Kiryuin Misae nodded and said, "That's right, I don't mind if you accept Komori. This way, we can all be together forever."

"Don't make decisions for Xiaosen casually."

Kaminagi Rin complained about her quick tongue, and she felt oddly relieved.

Bai Shi was slightly stunned. He knew that Guilongyuan might agree, but he didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

"I want a kiss too." Kiryuin Misae came forward and covered Kaminagi's strawberry mark. "By the way, Kaminagi, when are you going to do it with Shiraishi-kun?"

"Stupid, stupid, what did you suddenly say?"

Kaminagi Rin yelled with a red face.

The flames of the heart demon fell, and Jun Komori stepped out and looked at their lively atmosphere, with the same smile as Shiraishi on his face.

It feels like we are back to the happy times before.

Chapter 289: Changes in the World

new York.

A prosperous and internationally renowned metropolis that brings together people of all nationalities.

Shootings, more than a hundred kinds of gender, environmental protection, demons, etc., all present a vibrant vitality every day.

FBI agent Eero Val is conducting surveillance on suspected members of the Cult of Winter.

This is the daily routine of an FBI agent.

Unlike previous surveillance, this time the surveillance was obviously a bit decadent and confused.

The expedition to Shura Realm mobilized a large number of FBI backbones, which started on the 8th of last month and lasted until the beginning of March today.

More and more people joined the Shura world, and there was no backbone left.

Even the extraordinary people in the secret realm flocked to the Shura Realm.

For them, the eighth realm is like an atomic bomb, which can be used but cannot be without.

The FBI, which already lacks core members, has lost even its top-level personnel, and no one can be found to report to when it wants to.

Some of the lower level people just ran away.

There are also people like Ero Val who insist on staying.

However, he who stayed behind also had no idea what to do and simply mechanically repeated his previous daily routine.

Perhaps this would make him feel more at ease.

Today is another ordinary day.

Ai Luo looked through the telescope and admired the rich man who was having sex with the famous model. "Fuck."

After cursing, he continued watching. The old man was quite old, but he was still having fun.

When he was enjoying the show, Aiello wanted to call for door-to-door service to vent his anger.

The short video software on his mobile phone suddenly started up on its own and played a video without his consent.

However, Ai Luo did not click the cross to exit.

He recognized the man in the short video.

With blond hair, golden eyebrows and eyelashes, and a cold face, he is extremely handsome, which fits the girls' fantasy of a cold emperor.

"I am the High Priest of the Cult of the God of Winter. Good afternoon, people of America."

Aiero picked up the telescope and found that the TV in the rich man's house was not still playing adult TV programs, but was also playing the video of the high priest speaking.

Does this coverage cover the entire United States?

A trace of fear rose in his heart. He didn't know why the high priest did this, but he understood that no one in the United States could stop the high priest's actions.

"Maybe some people don't know who I am, but that's not important. What I want to say is that the American people have been abandoned again."

“The extraordinary people who developed the Shura world made a major breakthrough and abandoned those who stayed behind.

You made a lot of efforts to support them, but the result is that they are abandoned."

The high priest slowly told the truth.

At least Aiello thought he was right, the top brass of the FBI were indeed obsessed with the Shura world.

I don’t take the situation here very seriously. I can’t even find anyone at the bottom to report my work to.

Everywhere I look, I see low-level colleagues.

There was no sign of the boss at all.

But Aiello didn't think the high priest was a good person.

At most, they are abandoned, and the high priest is probably pushing them into the fire pit.

Helplessly, Ero could only watch all this happen, with nowhere to run.

"All this is due to your own weakness, but don't worry, America will become great again through our hands!"

The high priest in the video raised his hand.

Ero hurriedly leaned his upper body out of the window, and an ice-blue light flashed.

A huge shadow loomed over New York City, and icicles so large that they seemed to support the sky appeared outside the city.

The temperature of the air gradually decreases.

"I will give you power and lead you on the path of evolution."

The high priest said.

The ice-blue icicles were shining and the sky was covered with clouds.

The leaden clouds were dense and heavy.

A snowstorm swept across the sky, obscuring the view.

In just a moment, Ai Luo was covered with snow. He hurriedly returned to the room and closed the window.

He jumped repeatedly, trying to shake off the snow on his body, but unexpectedly, not a single snowflake fell off, and the coldness penetrated his skin.

"Ha." Aiello exhaled coldly.

The soul leaves the body with the cold air.

In a trance, Ai Luo saw a cliff so high that the end of it could not be seen, with layers of ice condensed on the wall.

A strong desire drove him to climb up.

Countless people followed suit and climbed up the cliff. Every time they stretched out their hands, they could feel the icy coldness flowing from the wall into their bodies.

It’s so cold... Ailo showed a look of pain, his arms suddenly lost strength, and his body fell downwards.

My mind regained a bit of clarity as I looked at the countless people and the cliff that was of unknown width.

A deep fear rose in his heart.

Crack! The snow solidified, and Ero lost his life force and turned into an ice sculpture standing in the house.

……

A snowstorm blanketed the United States.

More than 300 million people are at the same starting line, striving to climb up.

Including the high priest.

He was the first to climb up the cliff, gazing at the figure of the great being on the top of the mountain, like a lost child seeing his mother, with a hint of dependence in his ice-blue eyes.

"I will definitely let you come into this world this time."

The high priest gave his assurance.

"It has to be quick, we don't have much time left."

Even so, His voice was cold, without a trace of urgency.

"Yes, please rest assured, I will personally take care of the Ice Scepter and will not leave until the transformation of heaven and earth is complete."

The high priest remembered the lesson from the last incident in Hokkaido and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Not enough. This number of people is far from enough for our plan."

The God of Winter spoke slowly, "Listen..."

The high priest's cold face showed a hint of surprise, then he lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, I understand."

"Don't let me down."

The God of Winter did not continue to stay here. He just came to this world briefly through the anchor point created by the sacrifice.

If you want to truly stay in this world, you need to transform the entire United States into a country with only snow and wind.

"Yes."

The high priest nodded, and before his eyes the great existence had been lost, leaving only a trace.

The silvery-white light rushed straight into the sky, as if to build a bridge between this planet and the moon.

He stood in front of the light stream, turned around, and his expression returned to his usual indifference.

The second person to climb up the cliff was a woman.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the high priest. He thought that the elder of the Winter God Sect would be the second to reach the cliff, but it turned out to be a strange woman.

He waved his hand, and the snow on the ground pushed her forward like a production line.

"What's your name?"

The woman who seemed to have not recovered from her shock raised her head blankly and looked at the mixed-race Mexican beauty with emerald eyes. She said truthfully, "Shizi Harmon."

After saying the name, her consciousness returned to her mind and she looked around and asked, "Where is this?"

"In your heart, Xizi, wait and come to New York, come to me."

The high priest's tone was not cold, but full of gentleness like the sun shining on the surface of snow.

Xizi was stunned, and felt the scenery in front of her become blurred and disintegrated. The familiar yet nightmare-like rental house appeared before her.

The disgustingly fat body was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Ah." She pushed with both hands.

The popsicle fell out of the body and under the bed along with the greasy man.

With a snap, the man broke into several pieces, but no blood flowed out.

There was a thin layer of ice in the rental house, and even the bed sheets were covered with ice chips.