Vanilla was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Ye Ying turned her head and looked around. Everything was the same as he remembered last night. Some things he didn't see clearly last night were now seen clearly.

This illusion is very realistic, but the details are still not done well enough. The leaves on the tree remain motionless, like iron-welded.

The illusion slowly dissipated, revealing the real scene of the room.

Xianglan said excitedly: "Thank you, boss!"

She already knew the purpose of her martial soul, and she didn't just move it up and smash people. She was a useful person.

Ye Ying nodded, but he was actually very surprised.

The Buddha introduced to him in his heart: "Her illusion has no attack power. In return for completely abandoning the attack power, her illusion is extremely real and can arrange an environment that cannot be found in reality for the movie."

"As her soul power increases, the duration and coverage of the illusion will increase, and her ability to grasp details will become stronger."

There was a little pride in the voice of the Buddha.

"Boss, where are me?" Vanilla said impatiently.

He was very envious when he saw his sister's changes.

"Don't be anxious." Ye Ying asked the Buddha in her heart.

Vanilla's martial soul is a ball with cracks on the surface, which seems to break when touched.

Ye Ying said to Vanilla: "Dump your martial soul on the ground, the more powerful the better, smash it."

Vanilla grabbed his martial soul without thinking and fell to the ground. The martial soul disintegrated instantly, and a circle of blue light waves swung out from the impact point.

Vanilla was stunned.

Everything around him appeared clearly in his mind, and he recorded everything, including sounds and images, and was able to edit them.

He clenched his fists, and countless blue light spots flew back to his palm from all directions, forming a crystal clear glass ball.

The glass ball turned in his palm, projecting an image of a small room.

The image lasted only three seconds, which was exactly three seconds when the martial soul was released.

"Hologram camera, recording ultra-high-definition 3D video without blind spots. Of course, you can also record 2D." The Buddha said excitedly.

These two martial souls are closely related to him.

"You come here every day to teach them how to use it so that they can reach the level of recording movies as soon as possible," said the Buddha. "You can say whatever I say."

The two siblings of Pandan Vanilla began a seven-day photography training.

"Give it aside!"

The street was crowded with people, and a young man in white was shuttled through the cracks.

The street can accommodate four carriages at the same time, which is usually very spacious, but on this special morning it was blocked by the excited crowd.

"Give it!" the young man shouted at the top of his throat.

He shouted and pushed the people who were blocking him, causing a burst of anger and disgust.

But when he reached the middle of the crowd, he could no longer push the people in front of him, and everyone was crowded tightly.

"What are you doing!"

"Are there any quality?"

The people around him said, staring at him.

"Oh, why haven't the door opened yet?"

“I’ve been standing here for an hour.”

"Where did the owner go?"

The young man said helplessly: "I am the owner, please let me in!"

Pope milk tea in other cities has opened.

On this day, most milk tea shops failed to open on time, and all the staff of the milk tea shop were blocked outside the store by customers who came to wait early.

But even so, the profit of up to 80,000 gold soul coins was still generated on this day.

The golden soul coins continued to flow into the pockets of the Pope's Hall through the milk tea shop, a wealth-making machine.

Time passes day by day.

Seven days later, Bibidong looked at the income of the milk tea shops coming from various martial soul halls, and laughed from ear to ear, losing his papal style.

However, she waved her hand to mobilize the martial soul branch halls of five hundred cities, alarming Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu learned about Bibidong's opening of a milk tea shop through his own channels. After learning about the profits of the milk tea shop, he was very jealous and soon visited Bibidong.

"Bibidong, I heard that you opened a store in the name of the Spirit Hall." Qian Daoliu asked bluntly, "Why didn't you transfer the income to the Spirit Hall account?"

He knew that his relationship with Bibi Dong had fallen to freezing point due to the assassination of Ye Ying, so he no longer hypocritical and politely spoke up and went straight to the interests.

The so-called account of the Wuhun Hall is actually the account of the Elder Hall, which is the vault controlled by Qiandaoliu.

Bibidong put down the matter he was dealing with. She was not in a hurry at all and said slowly: "As old, people are prone to mental sensitivity. If I open a store, you can come to me specifically."

"Hmph, milk tea shop is not an ordinary store. I have calculated that if all cities in the mainland open milk tea shops, they can earn at least 10 million gold soul coins a year. This money is enough to buy an ordinary titled Douluo." Qian Daoliu said slowly.

"I thank you for counting for me." Bibidong changed the topic, "But does this money have anything to do with you?"

Bibi Dong looked at the Great Elder with fun.

She wanted to see how shameless Qiandaoliu could be.

"Of course it's related!" Qian Daoliu said loudly, "Since the founding of the Wuhun Hall, all the money has been managed by the Elder Hall, and the income of the milk tea shop should naturally be like this."

His voice echoed among the pillars of the Pope's house without any guilt.

"This rule was set by the first pope. Why can't I change it as the current pope?" Bibi Dong asked without changing his expression.

Bibi Dong has had enough of the days when Qian Daoliu is restrained everywhere. She wants to tell Qian Daoliu that this time is different from the past when she is in the milk tea shop.

"The laws of ancestors are unchangeable!" Qian Daoliu said seriously.

Bibi Dong refuted: "The First Pope's Rule of Law, the First Pope's Spirit Hall, the My Law, the My Spirit Hall."

"Ha, Bibidong, you can compare with the first pope? No matter what you say today, the income from the milk tea shop must be handed over to the Elders' Hall." Qian Daoliu said disdainfully.

He knew that the conflict between him and Bibidong was so great that it was difficult to heal, so instead of trying hard to gain the faintest hope of reconciliation.

It’s better to go all the way to the dark, completely suppress Bibidong, and make Bibidong never stand out.

We must never let Bibidong obtain such a large amount of money.

"The method of making milk tea is Xiaoying. I paid for the opening of milk tea. Both have nothing to do with the Elders' Hall. Qiandaoliu, if you want two more clones as the face of the Great Elder, please come back, unless you want to force it?" Bibidong said with narrowed his eyes.

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly: "The milk tea shop used the name of the Spirit Hall."

"Isn't the Pope's Hall considered part of the Spirit Hall? Are you confused?" Bibidong sarcastically said.

Qian Daoliu's face turned blue and white.
Chapter completed!