I don't know why, Song Shuhang heard [the ancient demon core, only I have it. 】 This sentence, I feel inexplicable joy. This sentence unexpectedly poked him to laugh.

Ba Song wants to laugh, but in order to maintain the majesty of the owner, he has to maintain a calm expression.

Song Shuhang kept the fingers crossed and folded in the chin posture.

Chu Chu quietly came behind Song Shuhang.

The 傀儡 fairy continued to hold the wood, and did not move.

The Chu Chu voice was secretly sighed and sighed: "It is a dispute arising from a treasure. The cultivation world is as cruel as ever."

Their family of Chu surnamed, because of the powerful ancestral swords, caused the greed of the virtual swords.

After that, the Swordsman bought a killer to kill her in order to ensure the victory of Sendai.

The blessing of the Xu Jianshen, her chest has not come back until now - even maybe it will not come back in a lifetime.

The virtual sword is dead!

"Where someone has a place, there will be competition. This is something that cannot be avoided." Song Shuhang experienced the life of Chu in almost the way of "fast forward", so she can understand her mood.

"Teacher, are we going to take the shot? The curse seems to be the realm of the second product. I should be able to stop him." Chu Chu asked.

"You read it wrong. This is the practitioner of the four-level realm... There is still a force hidden in his body. You are not his opponent for the time being." Song Shuhang replied.

Under the checkout counter, the little blonde girl looked up at Song Shuhang, Yu Xianzi, Chu Chu, and then carefully got to the gap in the checkout counter to see the changes in the restaurant.

"Let's say, where is the treasure?" The man came to the side of the big man, and asked quietly.

"I didn't bring it with me."

Pattern man: "I know, so I asked where your treasure is."

"I can give you the treasure. After all, it is the most important thing for me to live. If you die, there will be nothing." The big man smiled bitterly.

He is the kind of person who knows the current affairs.

The pattern man is obviously very satisfied with the answer of the big man: "Good, I am..."

[killing, killing, killing, killing ~ ~ unfaithful people... killing and killing! Unfilial people... kill and kill! At this time, the terrible "Seven Kills" suddenly sounded.

When he heard this familiar and terrible melody, Song Shuhang’s heart was slowed down half a beat.

Wang Tian, ​​why is my ringtone a seven-kill song?

Fortunately, this ringtone is not the voice of the King of Medicine, but a sweet and sweet voice of women.

The sudden ‘seven killing songs’ ruined the atmosphere between the man and the big man.

"Sorry, I took a call." Song Shuhang calmly said.

He looked down and found that the caller was ‘the seven-seven-in-law’.

"When is my ringtone turned into a female song version of the seven killing songs? I remember that I did not set the ringtone." Song Shuhang was puzzled.

Who changed the ringtone of his mobile phone?

Recently, he has had more time to stun and revive. Maybe during this time, someone mischievously changed the ringtone of his mobile phone.

Is it pea? Three waves of seniors? Copper cymbals seniors?

In return, we must strongly condemn this mischievous behavior of the predecessors and friends of the Jiuzhou No.1 group.

Then, he calmly tapped the phone to answer.

The big man and the pattern man looked straight at Song Shuhang.

Especially the pattern of men, the black fog on the body surged, killing is eager to move, can not resist.

"Hey, book air friend, are you on Lanxi Island?" The voice of the seven-year-old Fufu master came from the mobile phone.

Song Shuhang: "Yeah, I still bought a restaurant here. You want to come to me as a guest?"

On the side, the fingers of the fairy on the chin are slightly picked.

A sound-insulating spell fell on Song Shuhang, shielding him from the call of the Seventh Fufu.

There are ordinary people present, and there is a little blond girl under the checkout counter.

The conversation between Song Shuhang and the seven-year-old Fufu is not suitable for both to hear.

At the other end of the phone, the seven-year-old predecessor smiled and said: "I will go to Tiantian Island in a few days. If your restaurant is still open, I will go to a fun place."

Song Shuhang: "When the predecessors come to spend, I will give you a discount. Right, do you have something for me?"

"I received a message, a cult that I remembered on a small book, just landed in 'Lancy Island' today. If you have seen him, can you help me to subdue him? When I go to Tiantian Island in a few days, you can pass this evil repair to me. The strength of the other side should be only three products. You can achieve the power of four products by an evil method. You are in the light of merit. Just restrained him, he must be handed to him." The seven-year-old Fufu main fast.

"Long sample? If I have met, I will help you to subdue your seniors." Song Shuhang asked.

The Seventh Fufu Lord: "Book Air Xiaoyou, you are willing to help. It’s great. I will send you the information and photos. In short, when this is young, I promised to take this evil and take him. Brought to the Huya Mountain to pay homage to the innocent mountain people who were killed by him. As a result, he has only recently found his trace."

There were too many vows made by the Seventh Fufu Lord when he was young. His thick little book was filled with the vows that he made when he was young.

These vows are big and small, and I don’t know if the seven-year-old predecessors can complete these vows in their lifetime.

The seven generations of the predecessors now have one of their greatest wishes, that is, to find the legendary thing of the 'time channel', and then go back to the past, find yourself in the young, a big slap in the face - let him slap again Voy.

Song Shuhang ended the conversation with the seniors of Qisheng.

The big man with a big face looked at Song Shuhang with a stern look.

The man in the pattern is frowning. He always feels that Song Shuhang is a bit familiar. But his memory is a bit fuzzy, and the memory of Song Shuhang seems to have become transparent.

叮咚~~

Through the chat software, Qishengfufu sent a piece of ‘cultivation’ information to Song Shuhang.

In terms of information, it is a muscular man with a strange pattern. The man is still full of holes and rings, which looks quite strange.

There is also a personal information about this ‘culturing’.

For example, the practice of cultivation, the special features of the exercises, the loopholes of the exercises...

The light of the Holy Light, the righteousness of Confucianism, the light of merit, and the magical power of Buddhism, all restrained the evil of this evil.

After reading the information, Song Shuhang looked up and looked at the man who broke into the restaurant and locked the door lock window.

Except for the fact that there are no large and small ‘metal rings’ on the body, this guy and the seven-year-old government have sent the same evil.

The world is sometimes very big, but sometimes the world is so small.

coincidence? Have a fate? accidental?

Do not.

There is no accident in this world, and some are only inevitable.

"Where is there nowhere in the world... No." Song Shuhang shook his head and said again: "Through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to go, there is no way to go in heaven, there is no door to hell, you come in!"

However, no one could hear his voice because of the soundproofing spell that the fairy was intimately placed around him.

"What are you talking about, Master?" Chu Chu wondered.

She saw Song Shuhang looking at the curse, his mouth was moving, but he didn't make a sound, it was very strange.

Song Shuhang: "..."

On the side, the fingers of the fairy were secretly moved, and the soundproofing spell on Song Shuhang was lifted.

"Thank you for the fairy." Song Shuhang turned his head and crossed his hands and folded it over his chin. Then, he looked at the man in his eyes.

"Chu Chu, do you want to come and sit in a row, the three of us sit together, obviously more imposing." Song Shuhang suggested.

Chu Chu immediately refused: "No."

"Too much will not cooperate. As my disciple, your practice is not enough." Song Shuhang looked up and looked at the man in his eyes. He said again: "Tread the iron shoes..."

"Treading the iron shoes innocent, there is a road in heaven, you don't go, there is no door to hell, you come in!" The beauty of the meritorious snake came out from behind Song Shuhang, and the voice of Song Shuhang was heard from her mouth.

She recorded the sound of Song Shuhang and used the voice of Song Shuhang to grab the lines of Song Shuhang.

After grabbing the lines, @#%×仙子一本 satisfied.

It’s really cool to grab the lines.

neat:"……"

傀儡仙子: "..."

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Who are you?" The pattern man looked at Song Shuhang with vigilance.

The light of merits restrained him, and the light of the essence of merit such as Song Shuhang, standing alone and motionless, made him feel pressure.

Song Shuhang: "I didn't recognize me?"

Right... This resurrection + Time City, the effect of his ‘no one knows the world’ is not weak.

Sometimes, it feels quite useful to see the effect of this ‘no one else in the world’.

In this case, Song Shuhang decided to read three lines.

"What is filial piety?"

"What is love?"

"Do you know the greatness of maternal love?"

The Holy Seal appears.

"Hegemony, hegemony!" The man of the pattern finally puts the man in front of his "face and goodness" with the image in his memory.

It is him, the most terrible mysterious **** in the millennium.

The first holy of the millennium, the existence of the second sacred.

It has a double sacred name.

As long as they are practitioners, there is no ignorance of the name of the tyrants of the Song Dynasty.

I was blinded by the 'treasures' and was blinded by lard. I couldn’t recognize the tyrannical sacredness.

After Song Shuhang... The meritorious snake beauty recorded the three lines of Song Shuhang silently.

The next time Song Shuhang wants to say ‘he is filial piety, she can grab another wave.

......

......

at this time.

Song Shuhang’s gaze became dignified: “Do you want to get rid of it, or do you want me to shoot?”

Pattern man: "The predecessor of the Song Dynasty, have I offended you before?"

For the first time, I am really in touch with your old man today.

"Remember the mountain people who were killed by you on the Huya Mountain?" Song Shuhang stood up and calmed.

The sense of oppression of terror falls on the pattern man.