People are in Zongman, the mastermind behind the revival of spiritual energy Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Don’t fuck me!

Do gods have human emotions?

Rakuganji Yoshinobu didn’t know.

But his behavior was honest.

His already hunched back became even more hunched.

His sight must be lower than the eyes of Sanzhi Daimikoto.

His hunched body must not give others a condescending attitude.

He can only be below.

He can only look up.

After all, he is an experienced sorcerer.

Even if he is shocked beyond words by the existence of God, his instinctive heart will continue to alert him.

Do everything well.

Be polite.

Pour the tea.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then slid down to his knees and retreated to the opposite side of the low table, listening to Conan’s teachings like a good student.

“Don’t be so nervous. I’m still easy to talk to.”

Granny Sanzhi looked at the two people’s cautious attitude with a smile.

She is a good person.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be soft-hearted so often.

She even forgave the traitor Rom.

Although Yoshinobu Rakuganji is from another world, as long as he doesn’t do evil, she won’t say bad things to him.

“Tell me about your original world. I’m quite interested in your world.”

This sentence made Conan’s eyes light up.

“Granny Sanzhi, they are from another world and want to return to their hometown, so they visit everywhere to…hiss!!”

It hurts…

My legs hurt.

The little bird on the inside of my thigh was pinched by Yoshinobu Rakuganji silently…hmm.

I mean, soft meat.

Seeing the gentle attitude of Granny Sanzhi 567, Leyan Temple Jiashen began to show his harmless side while maintaining awe.

For example…playing tricks?

“Hehehe…children are just impatient, Granny Sanzhi, please forgive me.

We don’t really want to go back so early.”

In a world with gods, the excitement of the extraordinary realm is simply unimaginable.

Anyway, Leyan Temple Jiashen would rather die than go back.

Isn’t it good to communicate with fellow Taoists?

Even if you want to go back, you will be led by “God, please come in.”

The other consideration is…attitude.

Since it can be confirmed that they and others are the work of gods, their attitude is extremely important.

The impact of standing on the wrong side is extremely terrible in the eyes of this old nobleman.

“Is that so…”

Granny Sanzhi nodded without comment.

As if he didn’t see this disrespectful old man pinching Conan.

The two funny guys really made her feel very interesting.

Afterwards.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu acted as a commentator, vividly revealing all the details of his own world.

Including Gojo Satoru, who was previously regarded as a spiritual pillar.

“Oh? Curse spirit?”

Mother-in-law Sanzhi was interested.

Hearing this, it feels similar to the “spirits” in my own world.

But I always feel a sense of inferior déjà vu when I hear it.

And she also saw through the cursed power in Yoshinobu Rakuganji’s body.

The mystery is not low, but it is not much higher.

If you must make a comparison.

When Granny Sanzhi first debuted, her mystery may be about the same as her cursed power.

Now?

Granny Sanzhi just smiled and sipped her tea without saying a word.

I heard Granny Sanzhi was more interested in cursed spirits.

Yoshinobu Rakuganji became more and more excited as he talked.

Like a storyteller, he completely treated some secrets hidden in the world of curses as worthless stories.

This made Conan’s view of this stinky old man change a little, and he looked at him with a new eye.

Is this stinky old man a first-level curser?

According to their calculations, isn’t he a powerful and prestigious person?

With this thought.

He lightly brushed off the inappropriate behavior of Yokuganji Yoshinobu just now.

He also seemed to be much closer to the stinky old man.

He even personally poured tea for the stinky old man.

However…

“That’s right! Curses are actually divided into levels, special, first, second, third, and fourth.

There are almost no special curses that are too strong now, only the two-faced Sukuna from a thousand years ago…”

“Bang…”

The teacup fell over.

Conan’s shaking hands accidentally pushed it over.

Hehehe…

He seemed to have tinnitus and auditory hallucinations just now.

Ryomen Sukuna or something…

He put down the teapot expressionlessly, and then pinched the old man’s soft flesh under the table with all his might.

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Stop talking…

But Rakuganji Yoshinobu just thought that the stinky kid was taking revenge on him for pinching his little… um, behavior.

No (cfeh) glanced at Conan.

He was talking to Omi-no-Mikoto about the exciting part…

Where was he talking about?

Let’s continue.

“By the way, Ryomen Sukuna! The cursed king from a thousand years ago!

He did all kinds of evil!

He even had a special liking for biting women and children.

And because Ryomen Sukuna was so evil, he was… was…”

Atmosphere.

Very solid.

Or, cold and fierce?

The excited Leganji Jiashen finally smelled the chill that made his scalp numb.

He was stunned and spoke more and more quietly. []

I don’t know where I said it wrong.

In the corner of my eye.

I noticed that Conan, the brat who was pinching him just now, was already 7 or 8 centimeters away.

He even had an attitude of “don’t get close to me”.

Cold sweat.

“Shua”It flowed like a waterfall.

Conan’s eyes were all waking.

His face was pale, as if he had been seriously ill.

His lips were trembling, and his teeth were constantly knocking against each other.

Frightened.

He thought he was probably sick.

He was seriously ill.

Otherwise, how could he hear such nonsense?

Oh.

It didn’t seem to be nonsense.

It was the old bastard Yoshinobu Rakuganji who was going crazy over there.

As everyone knows.

Grandma Sanzhi is a shrine maiden.

Since If she is a shrine maiden, then there must be a god to be worshipped.

And the name of that god is also very scary.

The Curse King.

The Lord of a Hundred Demons.

The Ruler of Fallen Angels.

Of course.

This is just a title.

If you really want to delve deeper, the real name of that god is not difficult to guess, which is——

[Two-faced Sukuna].

“………”

Thinking of this.

Conan was shaking like a sieve.

He buried his head and prepared to play dead.

Thank you.

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He is not familiar with the other world.

Not at all.

I found that Yoshinobu Rakuganji finally stopped his deadly explanation and looked over as if asking for advice.

Conan’s hair stood on end.

Don’t fuck me, you bastard! !

Oh no…

Yoshinobu Rakuganji’s mind was shaking.

It felt like he was in big trouble.

At this moment.

He seemed to have entered his own quiet world.

It was as if his mind was revolving.

Of course, he knew what kind of person Conan was.

So he could understand how shocking it would be to scare him into such a horrible state.

Her neck was stiff, and her head was twisting intermittently like a rusty gear.

He saw it.

She saw that Sanzhi Daimikoto had a calm expression on his face.

But those eyes seemed to have no warmth.

As if she was looking down from above.

She regarded all living beings as ants.

Cold.

Ruthless.

And…

Not even a trace of mercy…