I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

He was actually feeding himself.

Before she could blush with embarrassment, an unspeakably sweet and rich aroma came from her mouth, full of indescribable layering and sweetness, and she had never eaten such a delicious pastry.

Really delicious!

At the same time, Ding Li's healing needle happened to hit his head.

The noble ghost immediately raised his head at a 45-degree angle, squinted his eyes, and let out a deep sigh from the soul: "Ah!"

The tears are still flowing, but the taste is sweet, and the heart is also very sweet.

Strange, it seems that the butt doesn't hurt anymore.

So comfortable!

"You ghost, you ate my tiramisu and was healed by me again."

Ding Li's voice was full of indescribable softness: "Now it's your turn to repay me."

The noble ghost opened those big eyes, nodded repeatedly, and patted his chest: "If you have any requests, just say so, I, a noble ghost, is also a man who knows how to repay you."

He sneaked a glance at Aphrodite, acting like a little man.

"Okay, you help me make a golden holy cloth."

Guigui: "I..." (?｀?Д??)!!

###Chapter 61 I finally have a Saint Cloth! ###

Zodiac sign, Aries.

The ancient palace is covered with marble, mottled marble columns, potholed ground, and damaged stone statues, all of which confirm the battles that the Aries Palace has experienced since the age of mythology.

"Ding Li, is that sister's name Abu? Other female saints wear masks, why doesn't she wear them?"

Walking on the spacious marble pavement of the Aries Palace, the noble ghost curiously inquired about all the information about Abu.

"That's because he's a man."

Ding Li was annoyed by the question, so he simply told the truth.

In order to prevent the noble ghost from getting too deep and being deceived by the big guy in women's clothing.

Boys should still follow the right path and not go astray.

"Impossible. I'm young and don't read much. Don't lie to me."

With his hands on his hips, Gui Gui proudly said with a look of disbelief, "I saw her breasts."

Uh……

Ding Li was speechless and didn't want to explain.

Ever since he put on women's clothing, the big guy in women's clothing likes to stuff things into his chest, and the level of stuffing is getting higher and higher. Even he can't see the flaws, and can't tell the truth from the fake.

Bear kids can't tell the truth from the fake.

"Because that sister got the Pope's dispensation, do you understand? She is a special existence in the sanctuary, and few people know about her."

Since you don't believe me, don't blame me for making up stories to deceive the children.

"Oh, then it's not surprising, the Pope's behavior has never been unique."

The noble ghost suddenly realized.

What is eclecticism, the pope is mentally ill.

Ding Li didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

He is benevolent and righteous to the bear child who is dying.

Strangely, he was taken to a secret room by the noble ghost.

There are piles of fragments and parts of the holy clothes in this secret room, and there are many iron racks for the holy clothes, with broken parts of the holy clothes hanging on them.

"This is the warehouse where Mr. Mu repairs the holy clothes."

"Mr. Mu went outside and hasn't come back yet. I will take care of him here."

"These holy clothes are either damaged, or they are still ordinary prototypes, or they have no soul."

The noble ghost pointed to the dull holy clothes in front of him and said, "You can tell me what you want, and it doesn't matter if I give you one. You are already qualified to get the holy clothes."

"Just don't ask me to make any golden holy clothes. I heard that the forging of holy clothes for public welfare is very complicated. At present, Mr. Mu can't even make bronze holy clothes."

"Especially the golden holy clothes, which were all forged by the god of fire in the age of mythology, and humans don't know it."

Ding Li nodded and said nothing.

He began to patrol back and forth on these broken holy clothes.

Mr. Mu has the ability to specialize in repairing the holy clothes, and all the holy clothes in the sanctuary are repaired and maintained by him.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this unique skill that Saga did not kill Mu and let him freely enter and exit the sanctuary.

These holy clothes in front of them are either broken, incomplete, or soulless.

Simply put, it's all disability and rubbish.

However, the materials used for these garbage are still made of silver star sand, Gamanian, and mountain copper.

"This was originally the Saint Cloth of the Spider Constellation. It was just sent up a few days ago, and it has been patched up by Mr. Mu."

Gui Gui recommended.

Ding Li shook his head.

The Spider Cloth is too obvious.

"This one? Mr. Mu said that there is still a soul remaining in this holy garment."

The noble ghost pointed to another holy garment that was slightly old. This holy garment was dull and had many cracks.

Ding Li still shook his head.

This holy cloth is too easy to identify, not concealed enough.

His gaze caught on another holy cloth placed in the corner, this holy cloth looked a bit special.

The holy clothing is quite tightly wrapped, with a large coverage rate. The newly covered arms and chest are tightly wrapped, and there are relatively few cracks on it, but there are many broken marks on the whole. Except for the lack of a helmet, the whole is still intact.

"Just this holy garment."

Ding Li pointed to the holy garment.

"This holy garment?"

"It's dead, it seems that Mr. Mu found it from the Saint Cloth Cemetery."

"I don't know which constellation's saint-cloth it is, but Mr. Mu said that this saint-cloth is a bit special, and picking it up is a souvenir."

"And I heard that this holy cloth is very difficult to repair. It takes an astonishing amount of small universes and blood. After leaving it for such a long time, Mr. Mu probably forgot about this holy cloth."

Ding Li nodded: "This is the holy garment."

"Aren't you mistaken?"

"A dead garment is no different from a pile of metal."

The noble ghost was a little surprised.

"Can't the Holy Cloth be resurrected by pouring blood?"

Ding Li smiled.

"That's right, if you pour blood, it must be the blood of a saint warrior. The blood volume must be large, and the quality must be high. The stronger the small universe, the better."

"Finally, a large amount of small universes must be poured in to activate the holy clothes and make the holy clothes come back to life."

"If you take it back, it's just a pile of scrap metal."

Ghost warning.

"I want this scrap iron holy cloth!"

Ding Li made up his mind.

After packing up the scrap iron holy garment, the noble ghost blocked his way: "Ding Li, thank you so much this time, this torn holy garment is a thank you gift."

"Also, please tell me what sister Abu likes?"

"Even if I owe you another favor."

"Your sister Abu likes desserts and hot pots, and he likes girls' beautiful clothes, stockings and short skirts..."

Seeing Gui Gui's obsessed appearance, Ding Li couldn't help mourning for the other party for three seconds.

Women's clothing bigwigs are harmful.

The first victim has emerged.

.

Carrying the saint-cloth box Ding Li, he walked back to the cave deep in the cemetery by taking a remote path to avoid sight.

with full force!

After putting down the holy garment, the muscles of Ding Li's whole body swelled instantly, and the blood and the small universe burned crazily, and the small universe instantly reached the peak of the seventh sense.

A fierce golden light bloomed on his body, his muscles were knotted like a block of steel, filled with terrifying small cosmic fluctuations.

The fluctuation range was controlled by Ding Li, and there was no way to tell the cave.

Without any hesitation, he swung his right arm and slashed open his left wrist, immediately blood gushed out and splashed down.

Watching the blood gushing out, spraying on the dead holy clothes, the blood full of pale golden light watered the holy clothes.

Blooming blood continued to flow, wrapped in the holy garment.

After a while, the amount of blood consumed was already quite astonishing, even Ding Li couldn't bear it.

He has a special physique, and it's actually nothing to bleed a little.

However, this holy cloth is too greedy.

Suddenly, Ding Li could feel the slight tremor of the holy clothes, as if it resonated with his own blood.