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This man, who is stepping on the gourd and looking proud, said that he was a semi-martyr. As a spoiler, it is very rare to insist on four products.

The half-martyr knows the difficulty of dispersal, there is no support from the sect. The more late, the more resources are needed for cultivation, and he feels more and more burdened by himself.

Therefore, he made every effort to make friends with Jing Mozhe.

The process of becoming a good friend with Jing Mo is really a painful memory.

The rudder of Jing Mou is like a dynamite character, and no one knows when he will suddenly go crazy.

In order to get the friendship of the rudder master of the scene, when the half-martyr is crazy in the scene, he must grasp the degree of being 揍. That is to let the scenes of the singularity of the sorrow, but also to resist, show their own value of force, the obvious self is not weak.

Therefore, every time he has to fight hundreds of rounds with the madness of the scene, and then gradually show the picture of the strength is not defeated. Such a scene, he played dozens of times, really not easy.

Fortunately, his efforts have finally paid off, and he and Jing Mozhe have become friends.

Jing Mo is more difficult to make friends because of his personality. It is also a special cherish for his ‘friend’ – although he will still be embarrassed when he is crazy.

However, when there are benefits, Jing Mou will always think of his ‘only’ friend.

The semi-martyrs have benefited a lot from the ‘the Promise of the Promise. Now, just wait for him to have the opportunity to be promoted to the Queen of the Five Spirits, and have the opportunity to join the Promise of the Promise, and even have the opportunity to become the rudder of the branch!

The semi-martyrs came along this time, and they also planned to deepen the friendship between the two men.

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On the third day, the brothers sent Song Shuhang back to the corner of the village where no one was, and put him down.

"Book Air, then I will take a step first. After harvesting so many ghosts, I can't wait to go to work." The three-day brother smiled at Song Shuhang.

"I wish the brothers success soon." Song Shuhang smiled and waved.

On the third day, the brothers put their hands together and sailed to the Song Dynasty.

After the light was driven, the ‘嗖’ disappeared into the sky.

Song Shuhang dragged the box and the big parcel in his hand and went to the public house outside the land.

"At this time, if there is a space ring, storage bag, what kind of thing is good." Song Shuhang muttered.

However, he also YY, to know that the pharmacist said that he himself has to add up to all of his own, they still can not change a space ring. Don't count on that advanced equipment unless you are on your own.

After all, I am not a white predecessor, I want to come.

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After returning to the public house outside the Tubo, Song Shuhang first placed the box and the medicine behind the hatchback.

It’s just that the rear space of the hatchback is very small, and it is very inconvenient to put things.

Hey, I knew that I should let the three-day brothers help to display a illusion on these things and cover them up. Or, it’s good to drive a sedan ordinary car. I hope that things in the car don’t have problems...

After locking the car, Song Shuhang was ready to enter the house.

At this time, Tubo and his grandfather and Li Yangde were dressed in light clothes, and several baskets were coming from the house.

"Hey, book air, you are coming back." Tubo smiled when he saw Song Shuhang: "I just want to call you, we are going to pick up Yangmei up the mountain, let's go together."

"Okay, together!" Song Shuhang laughed.

"Do you want to change clothes? There are more mosquitoes in the mountains." Tubo asked.

"No, I am not so delicate." Song Shuhang smiled - he still has a ‘Fengshi Ice Bead’. Ordinary mosquitoes don't dare to approach his body at all. If you are not afraid of death, you will be killed by the chill of the ice-cream.

"Then we set off!" Tubo and Li Yang Dexing rushed to open the road ahead, Song Shuhang followed behind them.

After Tubo’s grandfather took a step, he intentionally slowed down a little and walked side by side with Song Shuhang.

He seems to have a look of what he wants to say.

"What do you want to tell me about?" Song Shuhang asked with a smile.

"Book Air, I want to ask, the little girl who came with you last time, and you are in a good relationship with you? When will you bring her to play?" Tubo’s grandfather tried his best to make his tone a little natural.

Song Shu blinked his eyes: "Well, that little girl has something to do recently. I can’t get out of the door at these times."

If the girl is going to play, she must be a hundred happy. It’s just that she’s been in the “synchronization” with the ghosts and is still retreating.

Tubo’s public skin was pumped a little, and he was disappointed and sighed.

After a while, he asked again: "That book, you have a way to contact her, tell her about the things in the village? Then ask her to give us a remote move?"

The main reason is that the people in the village really did not recruit... How can they not find the cause of weakness, and there are so many strange incidents in the village, people are very confused. Those who do not believe in ghosts and gods have changed their minds.

Song Shuhang shook his head gently - because it was not necessary, the ghosts in the village had been solved.

Tubo’s grandfather was disappointed and sighed. Finally, he looked at Song Shuhang: “Book Air, can you solve the problem in this village?”

"Agong, I am not good at this." Song Shuhang replied.

Tubo’s grandfather was completely disappointed.

Song Shuhang was unbearable in his heart. After thinking about it, he whispered: "But Ah Gong, maybe your causes are only temporary? Maybe, in a few days, will you?"

“A few days will be fine?” Tubo publicly smashed.

Tubo’s grandfather suddenly remembered the situation when his body was cold and recovered quickly, and his heart suddenly hoped.

He nodded secretly: "Hope."

After a long while, he quietly asked: "Book Airlines, is there really a ghost in this world?"

"The letter is there, if you don't believe it, there is nothing." Song Shuhang replied that he did not want to bring the Tubo grandfather into the 'monk world'. The matter about the monk world can't be revealed too much, so as not to involve him in the right and wrong.

"Whether or not, but after you have the words, I feel that the whole person is much easier." Tubo grandfather laughed.

After that, Tubo grandfather took three young guys to his Yang Meilin.

Perhaps it is the comfort of Song Shuhang? When it comes to the role, Tubo’s grandfather feels that his weak state has faded a lot, and the whole person has gotten stronger.

In the end, the four returned with full load.

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Late at night.

After Song Shuhang’s meditation ended, he got up and came to the window and looked at the starry sky above his head.

The house was completely silent, and only a few rooms were lit with lights. It deviates from the urban area, not as noisy as the urban area, and quiet and comfortable.

"I can't sleep." Song Shuhang sighed and pulled out a list.

At the bottom of the list, there is a message from the white predecessor: Book Air Xiaoyou, I wish you all the best in this J city. At the same time, I wish you a smooth list of medicinal herbs!

This is when he was thinking about it, when he recalled his harvest today, he suddenly remembered the ‘Blessings of the Whites.’

As the blessings of the white predecessors, this trip to the J city is a smooth one.

It’s just a shortcoming! When he needed help, the three-day brother came far to help him collect the grievances; he needed the exercises, and the three-day brothers sent the sculpt assisted exercises.

At the same time, as in the message of the white predecessor, he successfully obtained the medicinal materials of Qi and Dan, and the quantity is still quite a lot.

In retrospect, I always feel that luck is so great today, will not be the blessing of the whites?

Is the luck of the white predecessors not limited to himself? Can it affect others as he will?

If it is really the blessing of the white predecessors... then he must be careful. The good fortune of the white predecessors is the type of 'rich and dangerous.'

Now, wealth is at hand – where is the risk?

Will it be a natural disaster? For example, suddenly a meteorite is smashed in the sky, and he is half dead when he sleeps?

Or is it a man-made disaster? For example, when there is a strong monk fighting, suddenly he is involved, and he is half dead?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Always feel a crisis, approaching him!

As time went on, this sense of crisis became more and more intense, which made him unable to calm down.

If there is a crisis... I can’t bring in a foreigner’s family!

Every monk must believe in his own crisis instincts - rather be credible, not credible!

After thinking about it, Song Shuhang put the car key on the table first.

Then, put the list back.

Then, the Fubao, the one-time flying sword, the Baobing tyrant, the peas dog hair and other items are all brought to the body.

He gently pushed open the window and operated the "Gentleman Miles" body, and his body leaped gently and disappeared into the night.

After the light landing, he went all the way and ran to the base of the original altar.

There is a huge open space under the stone wall.

It is backed by the cemetery, and no one will come at night.

If there is a meteorite falling from the sky, the impact on the village is also minimal. And if there is a battle between monks, this is also a good place.

When thinking about it, the sense of crisis in the heart is getting heavier and heavier.

Song Shuhang held the peas dog hair and the beetle in one hand and the sword in the other. Vigilantly looking around, there is the sky.

In the sky... there is something really coming to him!

However, it is not a rock.

It was a huge wine red gourd, exuding the luster of the implement.

It looks like a man-made disaster?

"A!" Song Shuhang immediately activated the A Fu, a layer of faint golden light wrapped his whole person.

At the same time, without his activation, the hair of Peas, like the spirituality, floated out of his hands and swelled. In the blink of an eye, the dog is turned into a mighty big Jingba.

It is the appearance of Peas, but this is only a slight weakness of the big Jingba, it should be regarded as a kind of avatar.

"Wang!" The big Jingba, which was made by the peas, jumped into a big gourd...