"Supreme Immortal Venerable, you are ......"

Sensing that someone was calling him, An Ying sat intently, his eyes fixed on the flame mirror.

In the picture, a boy who looks fifteen or sixteen years old prays excitedly in a childish voice.

That's right, excited!

This was the first time Shadow had seen a praying person praying in such a state of excitement.

He's been around Andromeda for so long, he's seen too many images of prayer.

Whether it is a follower of the Templar Goddess, or a follower of the Dire Witch, or a follower of the Lord of Blood and Tears, or even a believer of the Lord of a Thousand Layers......

Without exception, the prayer is performed with great devotion and respect.

And this time, this young man, An Ying didn't feel any respect from him.

It's weird, it's like ......

It's like this boy praying to the Dire Witch, just for fun.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it, An Ying was still thinking about his first business of the day.

Be sure to get wool from this teenager!

"Mortal, what is the matter with calling me by my name?"

An Ying appeared in the way that he thought was a standard evil god, and used a long and mysterious tone of speech to communicate with the young man.

When the young man heard An Ying's response, he was still a little suspicious that the prayer was fake, but he immediately showed joy.

"You're the Dire Witch?"

There was still no respect in the young man's tone, and his expression was more excited than before.

Does this imp really want to be a believer in the Dire Witch, or does he want the Dire Witch?

No matter how you look at An Ying, I don't think it's like it!

But for the sake of opening, he continued: "Sing my prayer, what do you say? ”

The boy burst into cheers: "What a Dire Witch, wonderful! ”

"Why is it calling to me?" An Ying reminded the young man who was so happy that he got carried away.

"It's okay, I just want to see what the Dire Witch looks like, if she's really a woman like the statue engraved.

I didn't expect it to be a man, hahaha! ”

The more the boy talked, the more excited he became, as if he had discovered a new continent.

An Ying's face gradually darkened: "You called me for this?" ”

The boy scratched his head embarrassedly: "Well, now that your curiosity is satisfied, you can go back!" ”

Seeing the young man openly admit that his summoning behavior was just boring to pass the time, An Ying's already gloomy face was even more embarrassed.

Although he is not really a Dire Witch, he is still angry when he finds out that there are such people in this world.

The Evil God Whispers to Activate!

Under his indifferent gaze of the dead fish, the young man who was smiling brightly just now turned pale in an instant, and he fell to the ground and let out a painful wail.

To deal with this kind of idle bear child, you have to use extraordinary means!

An Ying didn't feel pity for the boy's painful wail, and he even felt that he was a light punishment for him to whisper to the boy to the evil god.

If it was really the Dire Witch, the evil god, who received the prayer, it is estimated that this boy with the character of a bear child would die a miserable death!

Thinking of this, An Ying sighed in her heart.

I'm still too gentle!

Tortured by the whispers of the evil god of An Ying, he was covered in sweat, "Don't read it anymore, I know it's wrong, respected immortals, spare me!" ”

Ignoring this, An Ying continued to extend the time of the evil god's whispering and focus on educating the teenager.

If he can't impress the boy this time, in a few days, the boy will itch to do other daring things.

Just teach him a lesson for the parents of this bear child's young character!

It wasn't until An Ying could see that the boy was almost unable to hold on, that he withdrew the evil god's whisper.

After the terrifying experience just now, the boy knew why the evil god was an evil god.

There was no longer the entertainment mentality of seeing what the evil god looked like at the beginning, the young man's eyes were frightened, and he was both respectful and awe-struck by An Ying.

"Honorable Immortal, you have also punished me, can you leave?"

The young man spoke in a very humble manner, with a hint of panicked trill, and the excitement just now was gone.

It's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God!

An Ying is going to do business this time, and he won't leave if he doesn't open.

By the way, re-educate this teenager, what is called spending money to buy lessons!

Don't mess around with evil god rituals for any strange reason in the future, because the real evil god won't be as easy to talk as his fake one.

"Tell me, what do you call me?" An Ying asked in a cold tone.

"I have nothing else to call you, noble immortal......"

The boy cried a handful of snot and tears.

He swore that if he survived this time, he would never mess around collecting books and rumors about evil god rituals again.

"Call me what!" An Ying's tone cooled down a little, and he repeated the four words like this.

Under the tremendous pressure given by An Ying, the young man's spirit finally collapsed:

"Woooooooooo......oo Great Immortal, I really don't dare to call you anymore when I'm fine.

Please forgive me, as long as you can forgive me, let me do whatever I want! ”

An Ying held back a smile in her heart.

Let you have nothing to do with the evil god ritual, aren't you asking for hardship?

Do you think that evil gods have an idle day like you?

The evil god is also very busy!

It's good that you met me, charged you a little summoning appearance fee, and let you go!

The interesting soul complained in his heart again, he still had two dead fish eyes hanging on the surface, and he talked to the boy in an extremely cold tone.

"Exchange your life for what you value most!"

An Ying didn't directly ask the boy for the appearance fee of the summoning, because he felt that it would be very cheap.

After his deliberations, he insinuated the teenager to hand over the appearance fee owed to him.

"This is my most beloved clay figure of the temple goddess, and the priest of the temple has also blessed it, for you, can you spare me?"

The boy rummaged through the cabinets and pulled out his treasured youth version of the Temple Goddess figure, holding it on top of his head painfully, hoping that An Ying would accept it.

Who wants your broken figure!

The corners of An Ying's mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing this young man take out this temple goddess figure, he remembered that when he was in Aixing, he once had a dead house friend who specialized in collecting various anime and game character figures.

I'm not a dead house, what do you want your figure for!

Also, Andromeda even has a figure. And the priest of the temple blessed it, isn't that weird?

The temple that believes in the goddess of the temple not only maintains the order of the Sanctuary of Fran, but also sells figurines to make a living?

I really don't understand, An Ying fortunately doesn't think about it anymore.

"It's not enough to kill you!"

refusing to accept the young man's figure, An Ying's tone of speech had dropped to freezing, and the young man shivered from the cold.

"What about this?"

"Can't do it? You like this, don't you? ”

"This is also my beloved thing, for you!"

The boy then took out almost everything he thought of that might make An Ying like.

But without exception, they were all rejected by An Ying.

The boy looked around his room in despair, and found that there were still five fairy coins on the desk that he hadn't brought to An Ying.

That's his pocket money, would an immortal evil god like An Ying want it?

No matter!

Picking up five fairy coins, the young man said reverently: "This is the last thing I can take out, please accept it!" ”

Squeak!

A quaint door opened above the boy, sucking up his ten fairy coins.

The fairy coin passed through the gate and appeared on Annage's side.

It's only ten fairy coins, that's too little, and I'm also an evil god!

One thing to say, An Ying felt that his appearance fee was so small that it would reduce his evil god status.

But he seemed to have forgotten one thing, and that was that his evil god seat belonged to the Dire Witch.

"Not enough to die."

His cold voice came down again, and the boy cried again: "This is all my pocket money, I really don't have any left!" ”

Seeing that the young man's expression didn't seem to be fake, An Ying had no choice but to give up.

Next time, I'll have to find someone rich to do business!

Breaking off contact with the boy, An Ying looked at the ten fairy coins that couldn't even afford to eat meat, eggs, onions, and chickens, and shook his head helplessly.