Xue Jue left, and Shen Zhifeng continued to go to the streets to recruit believers. This time, she is no longer cheating, but using prayers to earn money. But after many mortals have been deceived by her, they hardly believe in any Pengyu gods.

With three days to go before the New Year, she had to go back to Heaven to prepare for the merit selection.

Shen Zhifeng liquidated the merits accumulated during this period of time, and there were only one and fifty thousand merits, which was more than a star and a half away from his goal. Thinking about how hard I tried or counted, I couldn't help but sigh fiercely. This is very ironic, I am afraid that it will break the worst record since Peng Yu became a god.

Floating back to heaven, she was physically and mentally tired, and she longed to fall asleep.

The clothes on his body were stained with too much mortal dust and had to be replaced. I entered the Lotus Seed Pavilion, and after washing, I chose a pure white long skirt and put it on. The edges of this dress are all embroidered in gold, except for the phoenix pattern, which looks very ironic.

She walked out listlessly and followed the direction of the immortals to the celebration stage.

Many immortals are in a hurry, with smug smiles on their faces, or sadness, and some even look like they are watching a good show.

Less than an hour after Xue Jue returned, the news that he was the Emperor of Zhuyu spread throughout the Heavenly Court.

Everyone is very curious about what kind of sparks will be sparked between the now down-and-out Shen Zhifeng and the infinite scenery of Emperor Suyu.

Shen Zhifeng tried to slow down as much as possible, but he soon arrived at his destination. She was agitated and restless, and wanted to knock herself out at the gate.

She comforted herself while looking up.

There were already many immortals in the celebration stage, and they sat together and chatted, looking very harmonious. The entire hall is only wrapped in four golden beads, and rows of clouds condense the seats in it. At the forefront, there was a high platform formed by the condensation of clouds, on which the seats of the three emperors were located.

At this moment, Xue Yao, who was sitting with Emperor Qingling and Emperor Yuxuan, had an indifferent face, as if someone owed him a few hundred taels of silver.

Shen Zhifeng stood at the gate and felt that his eyes were sour, and he felt that the gap between the two was becoming more and more obvious.

She realized Xue Jue's helplessness at the beginning, and whoever saw such a big gap would feel that they didn't have any courage to face it.

"Pengyu God, you're here too?"

In the midst of his thoughts, a voice rang out. Shen Zhifeng turned his head and saw Mo Dye Yuanjun turning his brush and walking over. He was still wearing an inky robe, fluttering as if he didn't fit in with everyone. The two don't have much intersection, no matter how they know each other.

Shen Zhifeng squeezed out an ugly smile and nodded slightly to say hello.

Mo Ran Yuanjun rolled his eyes and teased: "How can your posture look like a broken love?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhifeng sighed fiercely.

Is his expression so obvious, it seems that other people are also looking at it.

She looked around, and sure enough, most of the immortals' eyes were focused on her, as if waiting for the show to begin. It's really a good show, and the god of Pengyu is about to face the first time that he will be criticized by name.

Mo Ran Yuanjun walked to the last row, chose a seat at random and sat down, then patted his side, and said lightly: "If you feel embarrassed, just sit next to me, at least they won't look at me so blatantly." ”

Shen Zhifeng's heart warmed: "I didn't expect you to be very considerate in addition to rolling your eyes." ”

“......”

Mozen Yuanjun rolled his eyes again.

After Shen Zhifeng sat down, he felt that his gaze was indeed much less. She breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her head in a daze. The dragon necklace on her chest was hot, and she wanted to take it off and throw it away on the spot.

Mo Dye Yuanjun was curious, and leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are the rumors outside true, did you really fall out with Emperor Suyu?"

"No, it's hard to say. Shen Zhifeng didn't want to explain at all. She felt that she was tired, so she went back to sleep after being criticized, leaving all her worries behind.

What else did Mo Dye Yuanjun want to say, but Bi Fu Shangshen sat on the other side of Shen Zhifeng. He fanned the fan leisurely, crossed Erlang's legs and said: "What did I say, the end of the thunder is a love catastrophe, it seems that you are in a catastrophe this time." ”

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb. Shen Zhifeng glanced at him viciously.

Mo Dye Yuanjun turned his head in understanding, and continued to turn the brush and pretended not to hear.

Bi Fu glanced at Xue Jue, who was sitting on the stage indifferently, then looked at Shen Zhifeng, and said lightly: "I didn't expect Xue Jue to be Emperor Zhuyu, and the two of you can be regarded as evil fate." No wonder there was no record of him in the fate book of Si Ming Xingjun before, it turned out to be the emperor, no one thought of it. ”

In fact, there were all kinds of signs before that Xue Yu was Emperor Suyu, whether it was Emperor Suyu who could possess him, or who had similar eyes, or even could manipulate phoenix coins and call through dragon pattern necklaces, any of these were clues. But Shen Zhifeng chose to turn a blind eye, and he regretted it until the mystery was revealed.

If I knew that he was Emperor Suyu, I might not be tempted.

After a while, when the candles on the celebration table were burning, the bustling immortals had arrived. At this moment, it is the time of E, that is, the new year of the mortal world.

After a general glance, Emperor Yuxuan cleared his throat and said with spiritual power: "Thank you immortals for taking time out of your busy schedules to evaluate their merits, the merits of the last ten immortals this time will be used for the construction of the Heavenly Court, and the top ten immortals will be given the privilege of taking a day off." ”

"The last place will still be relegated. Emperor Qingling added.

The rules are the same every day, nothing new.

Bi floated on the fan and said lightly: "Actually, as long as it's not the last place, the others are okay." As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Zhifeng and said casually, "How much merit have you accumulated?"

"Not much. Shen Zhifeng hung his head dejectedly, "It's only more than a million." ”

Mo Dye Yuanjun stopped the brush in his hand, rolled his eyes and said: "God, don't be modest, you can almost get a top ten in an hour." ”

Shen Zhifeng took a deep breath and said, "I'm talking about more than one million in total. ”

“......”

The two of them were silent at the same time, pondering what to say to comfort her.

Shen Zhifeng was very open, and squeezed out a smile and said, "I can see it too, as long as it doesn't fall to the bottom." ”

Bi Fushang pursed his lips and thought for a moment, "I didn't mean to hit you, but this year is a disaster year, so mortals will pray more than usual." ”

"I know that it will take more than 1.5 million to not get into the bottom dozens. Shen Zhifeng said calmly.

Bi Fushang swallowed his saliva and said, "I think you misunderstood, it is possible not to be at the bottom if it exceeds one and a half million." ”

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