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"Song Shuhang's little friend in the state of drunkenness is simply unreasonable.? (?[[[The razor knife and the three waves secretly wiped the cold sweat, but Songbo Hang Xiaoyou was drunk, otherwise he might be looking for a fire by Song Shuhang's little friend. The pile gave 'cremation'.

I wanted to tease Song Xiaoyou, and I almost got angry.

Just thinking about it, the falling dust really came to the side of the raging three waves, kneeling down and helping him up: "Are you okay, Sanlangdaoyou?"

"Almost died." The screaming three waves sighed.

"It’s good to die, otherwise I don’t know who to hand it to.” The dust is really a smile, and then a long bill will be given to the three waves.

"This is a slapstick thing?" asked the mad knife and three waves.

Falling into the dust: "The cost of treatment for the pharmacist brother is your brother."

Three waves of madness: "Ha?" Tossed him a meal, but also to open him medical expenses, what is the pharmacist's stupid dream? Believe it or not that he is mad, let the pharmacist stupid taste the taste of the mad knife?

Falling into the dust: "Three waves brother, you still have to read the bill, it is better to speak."

The mad knives and three waves of doubts blinked, and he opened the bill from the beginning to see the end of the bill only recorded a lot of precious medicinal formula, each flavor has a reborn effect.

A total of nearly two hundred medicinal herbs, each of which is very precious, with the madness of the three waves of the body, paying will be very painful.

However, at the end of the bill, there is a payer who is a godsend.

Seeing the name of the mysterious female door, the whole man is not good.

He remembered that many years ago, he was tossed by the ‘big predecessor’ as bright as the moon in the night sky, tossing the horror of one year and four months.

That's right, the beautiful big predecessor, whose name is ‘Xuannianmen Yunquezi’, is bounded by the peak of the seven spirits, and is only one line away from the realm of the “Xuansheng” of the eight people. This is a true predecessor, and the other great group of the squad, the Seven Masters, is the same era.

When the walking tractor contest was held, the King of Creation gave a message to the slashing knife and three waves, saying that the mysterious female doorman was ready to find another razor.

At that time, the mad knife and three legs were soft.

Unexpectedly, the Yunquezi predecessor did not show up yet, and gave him a big gift.

The dusty lord continued to introduce: "The predator of Yunquezi said that the talent of Sanlangdaoyou's madness will cause hidden dangers to the body, so she entrusted the pharmacist to refine the medicinal herbs for a long time. This medicinal herb was in ancient times. The prescription is extremely difficult. The pharmacist has just finished it not long ago... As long as you take it, you can make your body reborn like a hundred and seventy times, completely eliminate the hidden danger and let you advance to six products. Don't worry about this issue anymore."

After the introduction, he sighed again: "I really admire the friends of the Three Waves, you can be seen by the ancestors of the 玄女门云雀. Right, the seniors of the Yunquezi also said that they will find you after a few days."

The mad knives and three waves took a deep breath. He looked at Song Shuhang’s little friend or did he call the book’s small friend and let him ignite himself?

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Song Shuhang, who was drunk, quickly fell into a dream.

Then he made a strange dream.

In the dream, he appeared on the water of a large lake.

Song Shuhang’s doubts blinked, and because of the drunkenness, he reacted slowly.

At this time, a huge vortex suddenly appeared on the lake under the feet.

At the same time, there are strange laughs in the ears of Song Shuhang.

The laughter seems to be a collection of countless voices, including the old man, the child, the man, the woman, and the yin and yang.

[hehehehe, you are mine, belong to me! 】

[Your blood! 】

[Your meat! 】

[Your bones! 】

【your head! 】

[Your everything, all is mine! 】

The voice screamed. The next moment, the vortex formed a ‘big hand’ and grabbed Song Shuhang.

In the distance, there is a vortex in the lake surface, and each vortex has a otter that is drilled out and is surrounded by Song Shuhang.

It is the curse nightmare of the ancient ink door.

"Come again?!" Song Shuhang gnawed his teeth. At the same time... he felt a sharp pain in his head. It was the pain of the 'small hammer and head' caused by excessive mental energy.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of severe pain will make Song Shuhang forcibly awakened from the dream.

But in this strange dream, Song Shuhang could not wake up.

"White predecessors!!" Song Shuhang tried to scream and asked Bai Zun to help again.

But this time, the White Supreme did not show up.

Song Shuhang licked his head and eased the pain in his head.

At the same time, his body jumped up and displayed the body of "Tian Xingjian".

Tian Xingjian, gentleman to self-improvement!

The body of the book blasted, and the big hand at the foot would have to catch him. He stretched his foot and stepped on the big hand of the otter, and flew to the distance by the body of "Tian Xingjian".

It is a pity that he has not yet cultivated to the realm of the four products. Otherwise, he can fly with a sword or a sword, and it is easier to avoid the capture of these big hands.

At this time, the lakes of the entire Great Lakes all surged, and countless large and small otters grabbed Song Shuhang. At first glance, the full screen is full of leeches, and the scalp is seen.

How does this make people avoid?

There is no place to stay. If you can't fly, once you fall, you will only be caught by these hands.

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached out to his arms and tried to break the knives. However, there is no ‘one inch shrinking bag’ on his body in the dream.

Song Shuhang: "Ma's, is this a battle with the game's gm? Scenes, equipment are set by the other party, how can this be played?"

Thinking about it, Song Shuhang’s body has fallen down.

Below, countless hands of the singer cheered, hungry and thirsty, reaching out to catch Song Shang down.

[Land down, land down! 】

[Incorporate into us and become a member of us! 】

[All yours are ours! 】

The sound of the strange collection of countless sounds sounded again.

"Hey." Song Shuhang adjusted the lower body angle and gently lifted his right hand.

In the body, the congenital liquid of "Thirty-three beasts and innate qigong" is running at high gas, and it sounds like a whale and a dragon's voice, coming out of his body.

Then, as the body was about to fall to the surface of the lake, he punched out.

"King Kong Volt Boxing" 壹, King Kong is coming!

Well, ‘King Gang’s coming is the name of Song’s own brain.

Boxing out, the ‘the light of merit’ of the book’s body is automatically matched with his fist, and he condenses a virtual shadow of King Kong in his body. The shadow of King Kong wrapped the body of Song Shuhang, and the light of merit was as bright as the sun.

"Since it is a nightmare of cursing, then eat me this punch!" Song Shuhang bite his teeth.

The fist is falling!

The first form of "King Kong Voldemort", in conjunction with Song Shuhang's meritorious light, is enough to destroy a small house. This is a good boxing method for demolition.

More importantly, this boxing has the effect of 'breaking evil, demon, breaking the curse'.

It is a perfect fit for dealing with this nightmare like ‘curse.’

King Kong, composed of Jin Mang, waved with Song Shuhang.

The fist did not arrive, the fist wind first. Whales and dragons, the shackles at the foot of Song Shuhang are like snowflakes under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.

It’s not just the arm of the book, but the arm of the whole lake is affected by this punch.

‘滋滋滋滋’

All the hands of the cockroaches are constantly emitting black smoke. Even the strange voice echoed by Song Shuhang’s ear disappeared at the same time.

After the two breaths, the lake returned to calm.

Song Shuhang’s body fell on the lake, just like standing on the ground, standing quietly.

"End?" Song Shuhang secretly.

The arm did not appear again, but the dream of the lake was still not broken.

The last time, the broken dream was the ‘White Supreme’ shot and took him away from the dream. This time, the White Savior did not appear. How did he leave this dream?

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Just thinking about it, the familiar black flying sword in the void broke through the void again and landed in front of Song Shuhang.

As in the last time, the darkness of the flying sword released a myriad of darkness, this pure darkness swallowed the entire dream in a blink of an eye.

The dream of the lake was broken, and Song Shuhang once again entered the pure black space, only the black sword flying in front of him.

"White predecessors!" Song Shuhang screamed.

With his call, the dark flying sword changed for a moment, turning into the appearance of the white sage.

Song Shuhang is still not sure that the ‘White Supreme’ is really a false aunt. First, when he is a ‘white sage’.

"How come you are here again? How long has it been?" The white sage frowned. The Song is also a three-person monk. It is normal for a three-person monk to sleep for two or three days. Why is this little guy still sleeping and dreaming?

This guy, is it the kind that you have to sleep several times a day?

"Ha ha ha." Song Shuhang said with a smile: "I just drank too much, drunk, and stumbled into the nightmare curse."

During the speech, his nephew was so stunned that the ‘white sage’ didn’t even know what he was drunk with? In other words, this ‘white sage’ is likely to be fake.

Would you like to verify it? Try if he is a real white predecessor!

So, Song Shuhang sat up straight and looked serious: "White predecessors!"

“What's the matter?” asked the ‘white lord’ doubt.

Song Shuhang adjusted his posture and said softly: "Little white...waiting for you to grow your waist..."

However, his lines have not been finished yet, and the white sage in front of him suddenly changed his face.

Then, Book Air felt that he couldn't say a word, just as he was banned.

"Hehehehe." The white sage in front of the eyes showed a smile of 'goodness', the breeze blew, and a long black hair fluttered in the wind. (To be continued.) 8