Following the memory, Mo Fan soon came to the Palace of Destiny in the Pantheon.

He found the booth where the spirit lot was drawn yesterday, and he was ready to show the mechanical bodhisattva what cruelty is.

But when the mechanical bodhisattva saw him approaching, he directly put away the spirit stick holder.

Mo Fan:

What do you mean?

Everyone opens the door to do business, and I draw a lot of your incense money, so there's no need.

He approached the merit box and tried to trigger the prompt to exchange Wishing Coins as he did yesterday.

But he dangled back and forth in front of the merit box a few times, and even jumped left and right around it, but he couldn't trigger the prompt to buy wishing coins.

If he didn't do anything, he would concretize a coin with a denomination of ten federal coins, and he would have to stuff it into the wishing box.

But as soon as the coin was put into the merit box, a small hole appeared under the merit box, and he spit out the coin he had put in.

This time, a prompt appeared in the merit box, but the content was:

"The Bodhisattva thinks that your merits are complete and you don't need to give money."

After several attempts to no avail, Mo Fan raised his head and met the mocking face of the Mechanical Bodhisattva.

Sharon is right, the gods in the pantheon are all controlled by AI-generated virtual godheads, which are more intelligent than simple programs.

Obviously, the guy holding the spirit stick in front of him is holding a grudge.

Okay, count yourself ruthless.

Mo Fan snorted, turned around and walked towards the navigation machine, inquiring about other stalls that could draw qualifications to visit Cloud Sky City.

He soon came to the second home.

The booth was set up in the style of witchcraft and divination, and a witch in a wide robe was fiddling with a stack of tarot cards.

According to the rules, he needs to draw three tarot cards, and if he draws the sun, moon, and stars at the same time, he will be eligible to visit Cloud Sky City.

But as soon as he sat down at the divination booth, the witch opposite him put away the tarot cards, and an owl flew up to him with a plank in his mouth.

"The prophet is tired, and divination is suspended."

He frowned, stood up, and let the woman in the shape of a succubus come forward behind him.

As soon as the succubus sat down, the owl turned and flew away, and the witch pulled out the tarot cards again.

He understood this time, because he did too much last time, the careful-eyed mechanical bodhisattva notified his peers in the palace of fate and blacked him out together.

Relying on visiting Cloud Sky City, the bug of quickly brushing the progress of the exercises was repaired by patches.

He went to the service office of the Palace of Destiny to appeal twice, but he was unsuccessful, and the little angel who received him was a sentence back and forth.

"At present, no players have encountered data anomalies, please try again later."

Mo Fan sighed, and could only look at the Mechanical Bodhisattva viciously before leaving the Palace of Destiny.

Don't let me see you outside the free realm, I have to kick you off when I see you, I have to slap you in the face.

Without a high-speed shortcut, Mo Fan can only take an ordinary shortcut.

After a day of walking around the free world, I forged all the shoulder blades and collarbones into iron bones, and only the ribs were missing, and I could cultivate the bone forging realm.

In the evening, I had dinner with Sharon, who had just returned, and listened to her complain about the browsing records in the police station, lamenting how much the sexual fetishes of people living under high pressure can be distorted.

When I returned to the Ruyi office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

An Xin rarely watched the midnight pay channel, but watched the news of Ninth Media.

On this day, the hot search in the area of West City was swiped by the revelations of Ninth Media.

Brother Easy seems to be incarnated as a three-headed dog of hell, biting Mayor Marcel on one hand, the Three-Eyed Gang on the other, and finally the West family, bluntly saying that the root cause of the chaos in West City lies in the indulgence and inaction of the real power.

Taking advantage of the soaring heat, Brother Easy announced that he would hold a new round of mayoral campaign speeches tomorrow at Victory Square in Yefeng Town.

During his speech, he will reveal many details of the operation, as well as invite a mysterious guest to be present.

Hearing Brother Sui's declaration on TV, Mo Fan knew that it was time for him to appear.

Sure enough, at half past one that night, Brother Easy and Cui Dongxu came to visit and invited Mo Fan to attend his mayoral campaign speech at seven o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Copywriter Ninth Media is ready, he just needs to read it, even if he completes the commission.

Mo Fan glanced at the copywriting, the number of words is not much, about four or five hundred words, mainly some inspirational chicken soup, and words of support for Brother Easy.

After signing the contract and sending off Brother Easy, Mo Fan and An Xin sat on the sofa and watched tonight's Death Racing Competition.

"They don't drive as well as you do." An Xin commented while drinking beer.

Mo Fan: "I think so too. ”

"Did you transplant the nerve that Ebisu gave you, after transplanting it, with your talent, you can consider going to the army to become a mecha operator in the future."

Mo Fan was silent for a moment and said, "Just like you can't see the dead, I also have trauma that I can't make an appointment for. ”

"Huh?" An Xin turned her head and waited for Mo Fan's words.

"I fainted, and when I saw a sharp scalpel, my legs and feet would become numb and soft, so I would never step into the hospital in my life."

An Xin frowned and asked, "Then what are you going to do with it?" Lack of channels to shoot, I can help you. ”

"I'll think about it when I'm short of money."

At noon the next day, there were still five or six hours before the speech, and Brother Easy sent someone to pick him up.

In the news van of Ninth Media, a female makeup artist with shaved hair on the left side, long hair with colorful highlights on the right, and seventy or eighty rings all over her body, surrounded him and painted makeup for two hours.

With his iron-hardened cervical vertebrae, he was almost stiff pillowed.

After putting on her makeup, the female makeup artist pinched his chest muscles twice and tucked her phone into his pants pocket.

"After the speech in a while, come to me if you are bored, I am your golden fan, let me see if you are as great as in the video."

Looking at the departing female makeup artist, Mo Fan's face was inexplicable, what kind of thing is a gold fan.

He waited in the car and fell asleep before the speech officially began.

As a talk show star, he has a very high talent in language expression, and his tone and rhythm make it easy to bring the audience into what he says.

Coupled with jokes interspersed from time to time, his campaign speech turned into a talk show.

He said that if he is elected mayor, he will rectify the city hall, eliminate the Three Eyes, improve the living environment of the surrounding Meteor Town, communicate more with the wasteland, and increase jobs......

The flatbread was painted without money, and the supporters in the audience were very excited.

Mo Fan can be sure that even if Brother Easy shouts: "Gun in hand, follow me" now, this group of supporters will follow him and rush the West City Hall.

At the end of the speech, Brother Easy shouted: "Let's have tonight's guest, our hero of Wildwind Town, Mo Fan!" ”

Mo Fan walked to the front of the stage and looked at the young people who were watching him whistling and cheering loudly, and only then did he believe that he was really a celebrity in Yefeng Town.

The audience has high expectations for him, but all he can say is nonsense.

Like all chicken soup, talk about a tragic childhood, a poor family, and perseverance that eventually became the person you are today.

Again, I believe that there are many young people like me, what they lack is just a platform, an opportunity, and if you seize the opportunity, you can soar to the sky.

Change to a thin-skinned one, even if you don't blush at these things, you have to hit a few times.

But Mo Fan is different, as long as he gets the money, not to mention this kind of success written in the Spring and Autumn Period, even if it is a complete fabrication, he can open his mouth and come.

This is the profession that belongs to mercenaries.

After the speech, he relied on his skills to evade a crowd of enthusiastic fans and sneak out of the square.

He sat alone on a bench on the side of the street, wondering if he should go to the female makeup artist.

He tried it in his previous life, and he likes to wear rings, and he has a unique charm when communicating.

It's not suitable for three meals a day, but it's definitely delicious as an occasional fast food.

Just then, a car pulled up in front of him, and the windows were lowered, revealing Potter's face.

"Big brother, get in the car."

Mo Fan sat in the co-pilot and asked, "Didn't you have a competition recently, why did you remember that Yefeng Town was looking for me?" ”

Potter said with a smile: "My experimental plan has been set, and I will go to the laboratory in Crane City next month to participate in the test, and the competition team has just helped me run a break." Before leaving, come to meet the eldest brother, please have a drink. ”

"Where are you going this time, or roaring werewolves?"

"No, I've inquired with acquaintances, this time I'll treat you and take my eldest brother to the hottest place in Yefeng Town for a good night."

Hearing the hottest scene, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Which field is it?" ”

"Big Bird Bar."

"You kid, you can't mean it, do you?"