The old bee was very lean and energetic, and as soon as he stepped into the side hall, he locked the door of the room, and his expression was like a madness: "My Michiko little kiss, see that I don't play with you a hundred times!" haha......"

You must know that almost all of the more than 20 nurses in the clinic are virgins, who can be called imperial delicate flowers, shouldering a special mission, and can only watch from a distance, not play profanely.

Only after breaking the body, can you play at will.

However, Michiko liked Miyamoto Taisaki and took the initiative to apply to Takemiya Shaozo, preferring to consume merit points to serve Miyamoto, but unfortunately fell into a bet on drinking wine, and was finally won by Matsuzaka to drink the soup, and others naturally had to take advantage of the freshness to get a piece of the pie.

"Woooooooooo......oo People are so pitiful, who will save me......"

"Michiko-chan, I'm here to save you!"

The old bee followed the guidance of the crying sound, rushed into the bathroom at once, saw the expected beauty, decisively took off his clothes, and pounced on the young and beautiful queen bee.

Michiko lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, tightly guarding the vital parts, refusing to cooperate at all, let alone pander.

Huang Zhen hid behind the door panel, crept out, and slashed the back of the head with a knife when the old bee was unconscious.

The skull is sunken!

Brains emerge!

The old bee kicked his feet and fell into the abyss of hell.

Huang Zhen raised his foot to pick up the corpse, threw it into the bathtub, and was with Matsuzaka.

The two worked together to kill all kinds of bees in a row without knowing or knowing.

Unfortunately, the second Yin Spirit was never generated, and the wood chopping spirit lacked nourishing nutrients.

According to Michiko's reminder, there is still one last military attache left, the most agile and the most powerful.

The reason why it is ranked last is because it was not long after he first came to China, and he was ranked last as an apprentice.

At the feast just now, the midshipman was not even qualified to sit at the table, and he had been cutting sashimi beside him and waiting for a table full of guests.

At this time, Michiko was very frightened, hugged the boy tightly, and begged for comfort: "For the sake of the slave's hard work, I beg Your Majesty to give a reward and send the slave to heaven!"

Reward is love, and heaven is home.

Huang Zhen put down the woodcutter, hugged her trembling delicate body, and used her skillful magic to send Michiko back to her hometown in the countryside to enjoy the view of the water well fountain, so that her mind could be calmed so that she could kill the last strong bee.

Michiko quickly softened into a puddle of mud, and greeted with satisfaction: "Thank you, Your Majesty, the slave is grateful!"

"I don't think you'd better call me Your Majesty, otherwise it will sound awkward and abnormal!"

"What should it be called?"

"It's okay to call them normally, such as you, me, and him. ”

"But I have to pray every day for the emperor's blessings, and without your name or title, the ceremony will become irregular!"

Huang Zhen waved his hand and excused himself disappreciatively: "Don't engage in these vain things, if it's not formal, it's not formal!"

"But...... It's ......," Michiko burst into tears, and she wanted to stop talking.

In the minds of believers, the gods are the most important spiritual sustenance, but the new emperor does not like to pray, so that the pious Michiko almost collapses.

Huang Zhen was thoughtful, and urged with a tiger face: "I'm not a tiger, you just have to say anything you have!"

"I've heard that prayers are very important and effective, and even the high-ranking elders often visit the shrine......"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Huang Zhen: "What the hell is visiting the shrine? Could it be that the elders of the Four Seasons Hall can still collect faith and cultivation?"

The emperor is indeed an agent, and I am afraid that he has already figured out the specific situation of the organization!

Returning to Huaxia by himself and believing in the Secret Service Emperor is really the right choice!

Michiko's heart became more and more peaceful, her awe of the Qi Refiner became more and more profound, and her belief in the young man became more and more pious, and she immediately told a secret.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but I only heard some rumors occasionally. ”

It is said that the elders will come to the shrine every once in a while, burn incense and pray, and meditate for three days under the influence of spiritual tablets and portraits. ”

"Then I became energetic and energetic, and I heard that the effect was much stronger than replacing the kidneys and heart. ”

"But it's not without flaws, it's just that it can't last, and it lasts for a month at most. ”

Damn Fuso Shrine!

Even if you worship war criminals, there is actually a paradoxical secret method!

It seems that faith is also a resource for cultivation, and the spirit card and portrait are likely to be magic weapons!

Huang Zhen pressed down the tumbling emotions and immediately verified the conjecture in his heart.

"I draw a picture as an idol of God, and then you pray on the spot, so that I can see the wonder of faith and faith!"

"Hmm!"

"I don't understand Shinto, can you give me some advice, such as what to draw and where to draw?"

Michiko Lao Ma knew the way and copied the original ritual: "Then draw a portrait of you, so that I can visualize the portrait, worship as a god, bow down, and dedicate my faith, and maybe you can benefit from it like the elders!"

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not.

Huang Zhen had the attitude of giving it a try and began to paint graffiti.

Different from conventional painting, Huang Zhen uses a gas needle as a brush, blood as ink, and a glass as white paper, so the portrait he paints is a bright blood color.

Michiko witnessed the strange painting process, and even though she couldn't see the pen, she painted a portrait again, and her heart was extremely shocked, and her sense of awe was even stronger.

The two left the bathroom and went to the hall.

Under the transformation of skillful hands, incense tables, incense burners, shrines and other utensils have substitutes.

Michiko uses the pillow as a futon, kneels on it, lights sandalwood, gazes at the portrait, prays together, and recites the words......

Although the voice is very small, Huang Zhen has a keen sense of hearing and can still hear it, but he doesn't understand the meaning.

After careful identification, it was concluded that it was not Fuso, but some unknown and strange language.

It is all made up of monosyllabics, and you can't hear any words of disyllabic or polysyllabic at all.

Its sound is distant and vicissitudes, and its feelings are sincere and earnest, similar to the "divine language" of the dancing god.

The next moment.

Strange things happened.

I saw a puff of white smoke rising from the lit sandalwood, overflowing in all directions, and it was already full of smoke in a short time, like the smoke of a fishing boat singing an evening cooking.

As the prayer became more and more focused, a wisp of white smoke magically gathered together and became a solid, thin line of smoke, first straight up, then off-course, and finally drifting into the portrait of the glass.

Suddenly, the bright blood lines that make up the portrait became more vivid, but they quickly returned to their original shape.

At the same time, a fragment of Michiko's prayer came to Huang Zhen's mind very abruptly: "...... My Emperor is blessed with heaven...... May my emperor live a long life......"

The voice is ethereal, as if it is far away in the sky, but it is real, as if it is close at hand.

Huang Zhen can completely conclude that he understands the divine language that he didn't understand!

It's not an auditory hallucination, it's better than an auditory hallucination.

It feels very strange, and even the best pen and ink are not enough to describe it.

If it weren't for a high degree of mental concentration and close attention to subtle changes, Huang Zhen would not have been able to detect it at all.

I don't know the reason, I don't know the principle, and it happened strangely.

Huang Zhen squinted his eyes and thought about it.

Michiko converted to faith and took me as the Lord, and her faith was pious enough to be called a fanatical believer!

If mind and spirit are a masculine substance, and belief and belief are a feminine substance, perhaps the miraculous phenomenon can be explained.

As the saying goes, the same sex repels each other, and the opposite sex attracts.

But......

Why did sandalwood become a carrier? Why did portraits become magnets?

Huang Zhen shook his head slightly, indicating that he couldn't figure it out.

He stepped forward, grabbed Michiko's wrist, and sure enough, he saw that the proportion of the believer's bloodline had changed.

The proportion of Chinese bloodline increased from 21.98% to 22.01%, and the proportion of Fusang bloodline decreased from 62% to 61%!

Although the magnitude of the change is small, it also says a lot.

At the very least, firm conviction and devout faith can change the bloodline.

Perhaps, thoughts can influence or even determine bloodline?

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Then there was an urgent question: "Matsusaka-kun, it's time for me to play! It's time for me to taste Michiko!"

Strong bees are coming!

Michiko hugged the boy tightly and told him deeply: "His name is Hattori Kuzo, he is very powerful, I am very scared and worried, you must be careful and careful! Now I will go to the bathroom to prepare first......"

With a pop, his lips were imprinted on Huang Zhen's cheeks, and then he ran into the bathroom, assuming a seductive pose, waiting for the bees to come and collect honey.

It's just that Michiko looked flustered, snorted heavily, her heart beat like a drum, and she couldn't calm down anymore. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!