Vanilla was speechless.

Ye Ying turned his head to look around, everything was the same as his impression last night, and some things that he hadn't seen clearly last night were now clear.

The illusion is very realistic, but the details are still not good enough, and the leaves on the trees are motionless, as if they were welded to iron.

The illusion slowly dissipated, revealing the real room.

Xianglan said excitedly: "Thank you, boss!" ”

She already knows the purpose of her martial soul, and she can't just move it up and smash people, she is a useful person.

Ye Ying nodded, in fact, he was also surprised.

The Big Buddha introduced him in his heart: "Her illusion does not have any attack power, and in return for completely giving up attack power, her illusion is extremely real, and it can set up an environment that cannot be found in reality for the movie." ”

"As her soul power increases, the duration and coverage of the illusion will increase, and her ability to grasp details will also increase."

There was some pride in the Buddha's voice.

"Boss, what about me?" Vanilla said impatiently.

He saw the change in his sister and was very envious in his heart.

"Don't rush." Ye Ying asked the Big Buddha in her heart.

Vanilla's martial spirit is a ball with cracks on its surface that seems to shatter when touched.

Ye Ying said to Vanilla: "You smash your martial soul to the ground, the harder the better, smash it." ”

Without thinking, Vanilla grabbed his martial soul and threw it to the ground, and the martial soul disintegrated instantly, and a circle of azure light waves swung outward from the impact point.

Vanilla froze.

Everything around him was clear in his mind, and he recorded everything, including sound and video, and was able to edit them.

He clenched his fists, and countless blue points of light flew back into his palm from all directions, forming a crystal clear glass ball.

The glass ball swirled in his palm, projecting the image of a small room.

The image lasted only three seconds, which was exactly the three seconds when the martial spirit was released.

"Holographic camera, recording ultra-high-definition 3D video and audio without dead ends. Of course, you can also record 2D. The Big Buddha said excitedly.

These two martial spirits are inextricably linked to him.

"You've been here every day these days to teach them how to use it, so that they can reach the level of recording movies as soon as possible." The Buddha said, "Whatever I say, you say." ”

The two siblings, pandan vanilla, began a seven-day photography training.

"Let's go!"

The streets were crowded with people, and a young man dressed in white weaved through the cracks.

The street, which can accommodate four carriages at once, is usually spacious, but on this particular morning it is jammed with excited crowds.

"Let's go!" The young man shouted at the top of his voice.

He shouted and shoved those in front of him, causing a wave of anger and disgust.

But when he walked to the middle of the crowd, he couldn't push the people in front of him, and everyone was tightly crowded.

"What are you doing!"

"Is there any quality?!"

The people around him glared at him and said.

"Well, why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"I've been standing here for an hour."

"Where's the owner?"

The young man said helplessly: "I am the shopkeeper, please let me in!" ”

Pope's milk tea shops in other cities have opened.

On this day, most of the bubble tea shops failed to open on time, and the staff of the bubble tea shops were all blocked outside the store by customers who came early to wait.

But even so, this day still created a profit of up to 80,000 gold soul coins.

Golden soul coins poured into the pockets of the Pope's Palace through the money-making machine of the milk tea shop.

Time passed.

Seven days later, Bibi Dong looked at the income of the milk tea shops from the various martial soul halls, and smiled from ear to ear, greatly disappointing the Pope's demeanor.

However, with a wave of her hand, she mobilized the martial soul halls of five hundred cities, alarming the thousand streams.

Qiandaoliu learned about Bibi Dong's opening of a milk tea shop through his own channels, and after learning about the income of the milk tea shop, he was very jealous and soon visited Bibi Dong.

"Bibi Dong, I heard that you opened a store in the name of the Martial Spirit Palace." Qiandaoliu asked bluntly, "Why didn't you remit the proceeds to the account of the Martial Spirit Palace?" ”

He knew that his relationship with Bibi Dong had fallen to freezing point because of the assassination of Ye Ying, so he was no longer hypocritically polite, and he went straight to the interests when he opened his mouth.

The account of the so-called Martial Spirit Hall is actually the account of the Hall of Elders, which is the treasury controlled by Qiandaoliu.

Bibi Dong put down the affairs she was dealing with, she was not in a hurry at all, and said slowly: "People are really easy to be mentally sensitive when they are old, and I can let you come to me specifically if I open a store." ”

"Hmph, the milk tea shop is not an ordinary shop, I have calculated, if all cities in the mainland open milk tea shops, I can earn at least 10 million gold soul coins a year. This money is enough to buy an ordinary Titled Douluo. Qiandaoliu said slowly.

"I thank you for counting for me." Bibi Dong changed his words, "But does this money have anything to do with you?" ”

Bibi Dong looked at the Great Elder playfully.

She wanted to see how shameless Qiandaoliu could be.

"Of course it does!" Qiandaoliu's voice said loudly, "Since the establishment of the Martial Spirit Palace, all the money has been managed by the Hall of Elders, and the income of the milk tea shop should naturally be the same. ”

His voice echoed among the pillars of the Papal Palace, unflinching.

"This rule was set by the first pope, why can't I, as the current pope, change it?" Bibi asked rhetorically without changing his face.

Bibi Dong has had enough of being controlled by Qiandaoliu everywhere, and she wants to tell Qiandaoliu that this time is different from the past through the incident of this milk tea shop.

"The law of the ancestors is immutable!" Qiandaoliu said solemnly.

Bibi Dong refuted coldly: "The rule of law of the first pope, the martial soul hall of the first pope, the rule of my law, my martial soul hall." ”

"Heh, Bibi Dong, the first pope is comparable to you? No matter what you say today, the proceeds of the milk tea shop must be handed over to the Hall of Elders. Qiandaoliu said disdainfully.

He knew that the conflict between him and Bibi Dong was too big to heal, so instead of trying to win that almost invisible hope of reconciliation.

It's better to go all the way to the dark, completely suppress Bibi Dong, and let Bibi Dong never come out.

Bibi Dong must not be allowed to obtain such a large amount of money.

"The method of making milk tea is Xiaoying's, and the money for the opening of the milk tea shop is from me, and neither of them has anything to do with the Hall of Elders. Qiandaoliu, if you still want to be the face of the Great Elder, please go back, unless you want to rob it? Bibi Dong narrowed his eyes and said.

Qiandaoliu snorted coldly: "The milk tea shop uses the name of the Martial Spirit Palace. ”

"Isn't the Pope's Hall a part of the Martial Spirit Palace, are you old and confused?" Bibi Dong scoffed.

Qiandaoliu's face was blue and white.