Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

Old Man Chun turned his head sharply.

I saw that on the rear-view mirror of the van, a silk thread like silk could be seen.

In the past, when driving at high speed, this tiny thread was difficult to see at all, especially when Chun and Lao were in a state of high tension.

But now, this silk thread is vaguely reflecting the afterglow of the dusk.

"This is……"

Mr. Chun stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

But immediately.

Old Man Chun's expression changed suddenly: "God silkworm golden silk!"

This is no ordinary thread.

It is the golden silk of the **** silkworm, which is more valuable than the **** gold. It is a rare silkworm that swallows **** gold. The special silk thread synthesized in the body has a toughness and strength that are countless times higher than **** gold.

But this is not the reason why Mr. Chun is so astonished.

Instead.

Mr. Chun turned his head and looked at the other end of the golden silk of the silkworm.

"Tack, tick, tick."

A beautiful woman wearing a green brocade cheongsam stepped on high heels and walked gracefully step by step,

The slender and tender fingers moved slightly, the spool in his hand slowly rotated, and the golden silk of the **** silk was put away little by little.

"Patriarch Chun." The beautiful woman glanced at Chun Mo, who was wearing a hood, and smiled charmingly: "What are you doing with your face covered in this daytime?"

"Furthermore, Meng is meaningless to you."

"The whole Lengcui City, but you are the fourteenth-order winter god, you can feel the coldness on your body from miles away."

Mr. Chun's eyes were gloomy, but he said politely: "Boss Liu, why are you here?"

"Oh, nothing." The beautiful woman smiled, "It's just a customer who needs our VIP service."

"Huh?" Old Man Chun was slightly taken aback.

As a wealthy family in Lengcui City, Mr. Chun, of course, knows the textile **** in front of him, and also knows that the clothes of this textile **** are extremely expensive.

Of course, Mr. Chun also knows that the reason why the clothes of this textile **** is so expensive and still has many customers is because of the legendary after-sales service.

But Mr. Chun never bought her clothes.

After all, Mr. Chun really couldn't understand, what kind of after-sales service can make a piece of clothing worth tens of millions of faith points.

"What? Are you going to go to the door to change your clothes, or deal with the return?" Mr. Chun frowned: "Then we won't delay Boss Liu, everyone is in a hurry..."

"Haha," the beautiful woman laughed.

But immediately.

The smile on the beautiful woman's face disappeared instantly, and she looked blankly at the old man Chun in front of her.

It was as if he instantly changed from a friendly businessman to a cold killer.

The divine might of the God of Textiles of the 14th rank spread out, and the terrifying divine power poured out from her body wantonly. The powerful divine power not only distorted the air, but also transformed into countless threads and silver needles beside her.

And a pair of scissors, and a wooden ruler to measure.

"You caught my golden VIP client," the beautiful woman looked at Mr. Chun coldly, "and unfortunately."

"Help customers solve problems."

"It's the sole purpose of this shop."

"It's also our after-sales service."

Mr. Chun was stunned at the time. He heard about such an after-sales service once, and subconsciously said, "Aren't you a clothes seller?"

"To be exact, I'm just a tailor who makes clothes." The beautiful woman said lightly, "But as a qualified tailor, it is extremely important to ensure customer satisfaction."

"Take a step back, if anyone can take my customers."

"So, who else will buy my clothes in the future?"

"There is such a saying in the business field, low-priced sales sell goods, intermediate sales sell concepts, high-level sales sell services, and after-sales service needs to be done with heart..."

The beautiful woman's face was indifferent, as if she was not planning to start with others at all, but was explaining the business history...

Mr. Chun's face was complicated: "I have been taught."

"So, can I let go of my customers?" The beautiful woman looked at Mr. Chun in front of her.

Mr. Chun shook his head gloomily: "I'm sorry, but I can't."

"But I don't want to do anything with you either."

Mr. Chun looked at the textile **** in front of him with complicated eyes.

It's just an abolished priesthood. In the entire God Realm, the God of Textiles is a priesthood without combat power, just doing some tailor-made work.

Even if the fourteenth-order textile **** in front of him is the most skilled in Lengcui City, he is only a tailor!

but.

Looking at this beautiful woman who is calm and calm and full of aura, who is also the **** of winter of the fourteenth order, Mr. Chun actually felt a little pressure.

"If I'm also a member, then you won't do it, right?" Mr. Chun said complicatedly.

The beautiful woman nodded slightly: "I won't interfere in the conflicts between members. However, this customer is an honorable golden VIP... You have to pay extra, at least 100 pieces."

"Okay, then I'll order 100 pieces!" Mr. Chun gritted his teeth.

At this moment, instead of fighting against this **** of textiles, Mr. Chun would rather directly break the wealth and avoid disasters, rather than cause trouble.

after all.

Now Zhao Yaxin is still being put in a sack by him. If the fluctuation of the battle attracts the attention of the officials of the God Realm, then the Chun family will be in bad luck!

but.

"It's very unfortunate." The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Our shop has rules, custom clothing, you need to order styles five days in advance... You can't be in time now, why don't you wait five days before kidnapping Miss Zhao?"

Mr. Chun's face suddenly turned gloomy.

The driver on the side couldn't bear it anymore, his body was full of tenth-order divine power, and a blade of light roared behind him, glaring at the beautiful woman in front of him: "Who are you, Old Chun is so embarrassing, you poor tailor Also worthy of…”

Sword God!

This driver is impressively a tenth-order sword **** known for his combat power!

Even Lin Fan in the sack felt the terrifying sword energy, and his face turned pale, as if his entire body had been scratched by a sword.

However.

The tenth-order sword god's words were only halfway through.

The beautiful woman directly stretched out her hand and flicked, and an icy light flashed through ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the words of the tenth-order sword **** came to an abrupt end.

A small red dot appeared between the eyebrows instantly, and then a little blood flowed out.

A silver needle has pierced his eyebrows!

The beautiful woman's eyes were slightly sullen: "Although I'm just a tailor."

"But, did I let you speak?"

The voice fell.

The beautiful woman snapped her fingers again, and the silver needle pierced between her eyebrows was pulled back instantly by the almost invisible golden silk of the **** silkworm.

"Crash!"

The silver needle was rolled back, and the head of the tenth-order sword **** who was frozen in place exploded instantly, and a three-inch sewing needle smashed the forehead of the tenth-order sword **** from the inside out, under the background of red and white flying again. Back between the white and tender fingers of the beautiful woman.

next moment.

The beautiful woman smiled, wiped off the dripping blood on the silver needle with a white silk scarf, and said with a smile, "Very good, the red dye is just about to run out."

"correct."

The beautiful woman raised her head to look at the old man Chun, and there were countless silver needles slowly condensed beside her, and each silver needle was strung with almost invisible golden silk.

"Have you thought about it clearly and let my golden VIP customers go? Or do you need me to sew a red dress for you?"

"Dear customer, please make your choice."

"Our shop will meet all your needs."

The beautiful woman bowed slightly, as if welcoming a customer who came to visit.