"Hiss!" This time the pain was a bit more intense.
Baili Tu gasped in shock and clutched his chest.
In the residence of Princess Xianhe, the Wenquxing Bodhisattva enshrined on the altar, whose originally joyful face suddenly showed signs of cracking.
Just as Shi Yu was about to perform her third bow, Gua 66 in her mind quickly spoke up to stop her.
[Yu Yu, Yu Yu, stop worshiping!]
Even the God of Literature couldn't withstand such worship.
If you manage to complete the three bows, even the God of Literature will vomit blood, let alone bless your older brother.
Shi Yu's face wore a sly smile.
That's not the kind of worship my mother and her family like to do.
I think the Wenquxing (a type of electronic dictionary) is more effective than me.
I've been praying for my older brother.
There definitely won't be any problems.
Gua66, [Yuyu, you'd better not worship her.]
I think I sensed the aura of the God of Literature just now; I reckon he came down like the God of War.
[You're just a mortal; don't kill yourself.]
Shi Yu pursed her lips slightly and thought for a moment.
Reluctantly, I nodded. "Alright then."
She took back the third bow.
In the examination room, Baili Tu suddenly felt the invisible pressure from heaven and earth dissipate.
He raised his hand and rubbed his chest; it hurt terribly.
what is going on?
Just a moment ago, he felt his entire soul was under pressure.
He felt as if he had forgotten something.
But what exactly have they forgotten?
Over here, He Qiuniang and the others finished their prayers and took a look.
In a flash, his expression changed.
The statue of Wenquxing Bodhisattva on the desk was covered in cracks.
The moment they stood up, with a "crack!", it all shattered.
Recalling the conversation between Shi Yu and Gua66 in her mind, the He family members immediately turned their attention to her.
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