"It’s not appropriate to have a funeral once a day, is it?" said Gu Qingshan Nai.

"once every three years" deep snow trail
"-deal!" Gu Qingshan clappers
"You are really a devil, aren’t you? It’s such an arrangement …" Deep snowy road.
"This is a good thing for believers. When I have a large number of believers, it will be beneficial to you and me. Why not?" Guqingshan avenue
Zita Law sighed and murmured, "I really don’t like it when you ask believers for money."
Gu Qingshan was about to say something when he suddenly moved.
Going-
The table in front of him quickly filled with money.
The pile of money is getting higher and higher, and it gradually extends to the ceiling, and there are still many drops.
"So much money … how long has it been before your followers have developed so fast?" Zita Law said absently
"Look, I think I still have a good prospect in this line of work."
Gu Qingshan sound from behind the pile of money.
It’s noisy around
"Wow, a lot of money!"
People flocked to collect money.
But no matter how hard they try, they can pick up a bill.
The music disappeared.
People are speechless.
"This kind of thing … only the gods …"
"You can’t go wrong, God to face."
"Oh, my God, I saw a miracle with my own eyes."
Everyone retreats in awe.
synchronization
In a luxury box outside the bar monitor screen.
Several burly men with cold sweat looked into the sofa.
One person’s absence said, "Shit … that chick seems to be a god …"
Without saying anything, another man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his temple.
Boom!
The gun rang.
He fell to the ground bleeding profusely.
-his head has been blown off, but his body is lying twitching and groaning in pain.
"What … I’m not dead? What … "
a breath
Two interest rates
Three interest rates
The pain beyond the limit made him scream wildly.
"Great slave god! I’m a loyal disciple of yours. You’ve given many slaves-you’ve seen me. Please let me die. I beg to die at once! "
no response
Nothing happened
Everyone dispersed in a hubbub.
Chapter one hundred and eleven Let him go!
There are more and more banknotes on the table.
Sometimes some precious metals such as gold chains, diamond rings and bracelets will fall out.
Of course, there are bank cards.
Gu Qingshan picked up a letter card from it
Zita Law stared at the letter card and said, "This card is overdrawn-it seems that you have learned to eliminate it in advance."
Gu Qingshan eyebrows jumped to throw the letter card back to the virtual.
"I don’t quite agree with the fact that faith is ahead of time and there is no money to give me a flower and a leaf. It is also excellent to be sincere," he said seriously
Suddenly Gu Qingshan felt as if something was stirring in her arms-
He immediately warned, "I have let you know the truth about one man’s skill at the bottom of the sea. You can’t take my money!" "
The thing in my arms suddenly froze and shrank back angrily.
Zita Law looked around.
See those people are kneeling to a fearful look.
She lost interest.
"I’m leaving. Are you going?" She asked.
"Go" Gu Qingshan Road
"Goodbye then" deep snowy road

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