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"You are also a stupid stone. You don't have such a ‘曰’! If you are so confused, you will be **** and beaten, super painful.”

The indigenous person with a good face is stunned: "Hey? Didn't this be like this?"

"No ~ ah, the child has never been like this ‘曰’!” another native shouted.

Sima Jiang’s mouth twitched, and he already had no idea how to vomit the dialogue between these indigenous people.

Is it really an 'indigenous island'? These indigenous peoples not only have various ‘children’, but also often say “should be beaten, beaten, super painful”.

I always feel that I am going wrong in the theater.

"Cough, how are you. Can you ask, is this place?" Sima Jiang slowed down his speech and asked.

"This... I know!" The indigenous man of good looks smiled: "According to the terrible man, here...is a small island called ‘fetal-like’.”

What kind of ghost is ‘fetal-like’? !

Sima Jiang grabbed his head and thought for a long time. Suddenly his eyes lit up. Is it ‘Pacific’?

Is this a small island in the Pacific?

No, I was in the mainland of China before the car accident. It is separated from the sea by a hundred thousand miles. Why do I appear on the small island in the Pacific Ocean?

Can it be said that it has been a few months since I was fainted to the present?

Sima Jiang had a thousand thoughts at one time.

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Just as Sima Jiang wants to take more information from these ‘good talk’ indigenous peoples, there are three figures in the distance who are slowly coming here.

A figure is long and thin, dressed in a black trench coat, looks cool and handsome.

A figure with a random ponytail, skin like jade, a large black-rimmed glasses on his face, even in the dark, his lens still reflects the radiance of ‘wisdom.’

The last figure, the slick head, wearing a jasper-colored pipa, is far from clear and looks like a young master.

When the three figures approached here, the group of indigenous people was obviously frightened. They lined up neatly in two lines, motionless.

The man in the black trench coat walked the fastest and came to the side of the indigenous people. He said coldly: "Zi Zi: Learn and learn from time to time..."

Several indigenous people quickly raised their heads and replied: "Let's learn from time to time, not to mention!"

The man in the black windbreaker continued to be cold and cold: "There are friends coming from afar..."

“Is there a friend who comes from afar, is it fun?” the indigenous people replied quickly.

But in the middle, one of the indigenous people still replied correctly: "There are friends who come from afar, come and not indecent!"

The man in the black windbreaker was cold, and he did not know where to take out a thick ruler. He chose to face the wrong indigenous.

The native had a hard face and came to the man in the black windbreaker, and he slammed his black hand.

'Snapped! ‘There was a heavy bang, and the ruler was ruthlessly shot in the palm of his hand.

"Ah ~ ~" The voice of the indigenous pain came out.

Even Sima Jiang on the side, the body is not pumped, there is a feeling of empathy.

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At this time, the two figures behind are also slowly approaching.

Among them, when the young master approached, he suddenly stared at Sima Jiang.

"Hey, Xiaojiang, how are you!" The young master came out.

The night was a little dark, and Sima Jiang tried to open his eyes and looked at the young master.

The young, look and kind look is very familiar.

Huh? Wait, this is not Song Shuhang, a student at Jiangnan University?

Sima Jiang was surprised: "Book Air classmate, how are you here?"

"Haha, here is a friend of mine... It is a site, I am coming to be a guest." Song Shuhang shrugged his shoulders and replied.

After coming out of the treasure house of the Seven-Four Charity, Song Shuhang followed the induction of the 'spiritual ghost' and locked its position. To his surprise, the ghost was close to him, on this indigenous island. .

So, Song Shuhang found it all the way, and finally arrived near the commercial vehicle and Sima Jiang.

At this point, Song Shuhang can sense that his own ghost is in this car!

But he tried to summon the spirits back, but the spirits only passed back the idea of ​​'inability to force'. This was followed by a chill of chilling chills, passed through ‘sensory sharing’.

The closer to this business car, the more serious the chill will be. Song Shuhang felt that his bones and joints had the illusion of being frozen.

Helpless, he only temporarily cut off the ‘sensory sharing’ between the ghost and the ghost, and only retained the coordinate lock function.

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At this time, Sima Jiang looked at the bald, sly Song Shuhang, and tried to ask: "Song Shuhang, classmate, that, you are a monk?"

Sure enough, ask this question!

Song Shuhang sighed in a faint sigh, trying to squeeze out a smile: "No, I never thought about going out. I shaved a bald head because of some small accidents... and this is a good friend. Gifts for me. It’s just a coincidence, don’t you believe?”

Sima Jiang nodded silently, but he did not know if he believed in Song Shuhang’s words.

Song Shuhang sighed again in a secluded sigh - when he turned back, he went to find the predecessor of the King of Creation, and looked at his spells that allowed his hair to grow again. What level of learning is needed.

There is also Huangshan Zhenjun!

Zhenjun took the peas to leave for so long, and what is the unlock code for this ‘Jade Jade’?

Without unlocking the password, his cockroaches can't get rid of it!

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"That, Song Shuhang, classmate. I want to ask, is this the location of the Pacific?" Sima Jiang asked.

Song Shuhang nodded with a smile.

Sima Jiang smiled... I really went to the Pacific Ocean. In other words, who is in the air and has been transporting it from the mainland of China to the islands of the Pacific Ocean?

"Song Shuhang classmates... Can we leave this island?" Sima Jiang asked.

"Do not worry, Xiao Jiang. After a few days we will go back, when you come back to China with me." Song Shuhang laughed.

After he had this sentence, Sima Jiang suddenly had a lot of peace of mind, as long as he could return to China.

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Song Shuhang climbed into the car along the induction of the ‘ghost’.

The two disciples of the Chu family sailed to the Song Dynasty: "Hello predecessors."

Mr. Song, although he looks very young, is already a second-grade monk, so they are not wrong.

"Hello." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, then his eyes fell on the express box.

I feel it... the ghost, just in this box, this is the express delivery to the Chu family ancestor Chu Kangbo!

There is no sender's name on the courier, only the words "My friend Chu Kangbo kissed".

Song Shuhang tried to reach out to contact the courier box, but when he just reached out, the ‘sensory sharing’ between Ming and Ghosts had been broken, but there was still a chill.

The bitter chill, let Song Shuhang explore the hand of the courier box.

"This express, very weird." Song Shuhang smiled bitterly.

"It's a bit weird." Sima Jiang nodded.

The sender of this courier deposited the courier with him a month ago and prepaid a generous deposit.

The sender and Sima Jiang agreed that if he had not come to cancel the courier in a month, let Sima Jiang send it out.

Therefore, after the expiration of one month, Sima Jiang transported the courier alone to the location of the Chu family.

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I don't know what the ghosts are doing inside, and the forced summons are not coming back, just the constant chill.

Fortunately, although the ghosts shivered in the cold, they did not convey the message of 'dangerous'.

As long as there is no 'dangerous', Song Shuhang is not good to tear down the express of Chu’s ancestors...

"Look like it, only wait for the courier to be sent to the hands of the Chu family ancestors." Song Shuhang secretly said.

He smiled bitterly and reached out and patted the courier box. Send a thought to the ghost - [If you feel dangerous, call me right away. ]

If the ghost is really dangerous, he will only break the courier first and rescue the ghost. At that time, apologize to the Chu family.

After this thought was passed to the ghosts... Suddenly, Song Shuhang felt a strong sense of fainting.

Countless pictures, a breath of his mind.

There is a huge blood pool surrounded by many parts that are broken into pieces and legs and legs. There is also a piece of human skin that has been aired... These pictures belong to the [傀儡] Mr. Shelan.

There is another magical island. This time I see it more clearly. It is a huge city of the sky. There are huge insignificants flying in the sky~ there are huge lizards... There are countless palaces and nine in the looming The figure of the girl of the lamp, and the nine-light girl of the long-haired version... These pictures belong to [mysterious island]?

Finally, there is a huge piece of ice, and there seems to be an anxious call in the ice... What is this picture?

Wait, the ice and the chill, is this the message passed by [Ghost]?

"The head is so good." Song Shuhang slammed his temples.

Strong sleepiness came up, and Song Shuhang felt that his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open it.

He braced and turned around, facing the phoenix son and the seven-bearing Fufu main road: "Predecessors, is there a place to rest?"

“Hey?” asked the seven-member Fufu.

"I suddenly felt a little... sleepy?" The voice just fell, Song Shuhang the whole person softly fell down. He was so squatting on the seat of the business car.

In a short while, he heard his even breathing.

Fell asleep?

What a great speed of sleep, what a great quality of sleep, which makes people with insomnia, who can't sleep for a night, feel so good.

Fengfeng son: "..."

The seven-year-old Fufu had some worries about going forward and gave Song Shuhang a full-body examination.

"It's really asleep, it's just a normal sleep. I scared me." The seven-year-old Fufu master laughed and laughed.

"Perhaps, it is because of my reasons." Fengfeng son is embarrassed to say that Song Shuhang used his energy to control his body for a long time...so it led to the exhaustion of the book and friends.

"But, I will arrange a place for him to rest." The seventh-born Fufu master laughed.

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