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"Give me a minute, I can use the software to repair his bones back." Black skin feather soft child is very excited.

The monk who was knocked down and fell on the ground, his body twitched slightly: "???"

Using software to fix my bones?

Am I getting it wrong?

Or is it an advanced therapeutic device with its own software?

"Right... After repairing the bones, I will give him a skin and adjust the brightness of the bones on the X-ray film to make the light of the picture look softer and not hurt the eyes." Road.

The monk who was hit by flying: "!!!"

This fairy, are you a devil?

"Dry beautiful, butterfly Song white yellow? 卦荔 six bean phoenix. You finally have a devil look." The heart of the red scorpion sword loudly praised.

Today's black skin Yuko is the most like a demon day since its contact.

The monk who was hit by the flight finally couldn’t stand it, and his eyes turned over and passed out.

Devil... Is this my heart?

......

......

"This is fainting? The mental capacity of this monk is really bad." The heart and soul of the Red Sword evaluation, even this pain and psychological suffering can not support: "It is worse than Song Shuhang."

The white predecessor who is opening the door of the ‘dinner’ is a little bit of a meal – he is now the identity of ‘Song Shuhang’, so should he say a few words for ‘self’ to refute?

At this time, the black skin Yukozi reminded: "The ability of the Song predecessors can not be used as a reference for ordinary monks, after all, one is professional, one is amateur, not a level."

The black skin Yukoko said that there is no reason to say that the white predecessors who want to refute a few words for ‘Song Shuhang’ have nothing to say.

Chuge master stays in the hair: "..."

In other words, is this monk who is unconscious in the past really not rescued?

The white predecessors entered the ‘dining car’ and pushed out the pieces of the delicacies that were sent by Besseng.

Ten cars, each with only the same delicacies.

"The next time I have to design a small dining car for another snow fairy," the white predecessor.

After all, he took out a table and placed the dishes neatly.

However, the heart of the red scorpion sword asked: "What is the monk to do? How to wake him up?"

"I will wake him up. As long as I am married, this dining car will turn around and return to the snow fairy Ji Xianfu. You will put this friend on the trajectory of the dining car, and the dining car will go all the way back, he will Woke up." The white predecessor suggested.

"Good idea!" Black skin feathers said: "I moved him to the track."

"Cough, cough, cough!" The monk coughed up violently, and his strong desire to survive made him recover from the coma.

If he doesn't wake up again, he will really die.

Which kind of guys are the demons of the trains that will wake up the wounds?

The white predecessors gently tapped their hands.

啪~

The next moment, the train-type dining car rumbling, and passed by the ‘sickness’, and returned to the snow fairy Ji Xianfu.

The wounded monk stunned a cold sweat.

"Psychological quality is too bad." The heart of the red scorpion sword saw the stitches and hit the road.

As a qualified demons, its goal is to collapse the hearts of normal monks and let them be careful in their bodies.

"Say, who are you, why should you follow me?" The white predecessors sat firmly at the table.

The beauty of the meritorious snake gave him a napkin and was responsible for opening the lunch boxes of the delicacies one by one.

The make-up fairy is responsible for feeding the whites.

Black skin Yuko is responsible for handing tea.

The white predecessors did not even move, creating a fairy, a meritorious snake, a black skin, and a soft confession between him and him. When to eat, when to drink, even a command is not needed.

"I feel that the book will be built into a waste in the future." Chuge master sighed.

These three fairies can be attacked and defended, can sing and dance, can grab the lines and can pose, and now even the tea delivery is done.

What is the significance of the existence of Song Shuhang?

Or, what else does Song Shuhang need to do?

On the ground... The wounded monk swallowed his mouth.

"I don't want to say it?" The white predecessor looked down at the wounded monk in a majestic manner, and the left eye simulated a glare.

"Wait... wait, the predecessors of the tyrants of the Song Dynasty are in love, no, no, no, no." The injured monk showed a sad expression: "I did not refuse to say, I have nothing to say. I am just ordinary. The dispersal, sometimes part-time intelligence personnel, earning extra money."

“Someone wants to buy my information?” The whites’ fingers tapped on the table and asked, “Who is this?”

"I don't know the origin of the buyer. Like this kind of business that buys and sells intelligence, the buyer will deliberately hide his identity. Sometimes he will use the intermediary to convey the task. All I have to do is provide the coordinates of the predecessors of the Song Dynasty. A lot of expensive Lingshi." The injured monk bitterly smiled: "I was also blinded by the wealthy, only to make a matter of tracking the predecessors of the Song Dynasty."

His voice just fell, and the Chu Ge master stayed in a circle: "You didn't tell the truth!"

"Fairy, I have already said everything I know. Really!" The wounded monk hurried.

"Read the mind, or extract the memory directly."

At this time, the black skin Yuko softly raised his hand: "Predecessors, I have a good plan, let me try?"

The white predecessor glanced at her and nodded. "Well, our time is not urgent anyway."

The black skin feathers softly smiled and went to the wounded monk.

When the wounded monk saw her approaching herself, the heart beat could not be accelerated.

He wants to escape.

But at this time, the hair in the cuff of the tyrant Song Xuansheng was facing him. His body was like petrified and could not move.

After the black skin Yuko came to the injured monk, he first opened the address book of the white mobile phone and dialed a phone call from a senior.

"Hey, seniors, how do you think of calling me today? What are you looking for?" There was a hearty laugh on the phone.

"Made in the predecessor, it is me, the heart of the devil Yuko." Black skin Yuko continued: "Predecessors, have you recently had a new song, a little bit more, and the "Seven Kills" similar?"

"Yes, of course! I just wrote a new song the day before yesterday, called "Remove the Nine Heavens", and I just finished the dubbing today." The King of Creation made a laugh.

"The predecessor, can you give me a try to sing it again?"

"No problem... Wait a moment, I will take the instrument." The King of Creation did not hesitate to agree - he even ignored the other side is the heart of the magic feather.

After a while, the piano prelude was heard in the phone.

Black skin feathers soft hands move quickly, she first took out a long-prepared earphone cable, plugged into the phone.

Next, insert the earplug into the ear of the injured victim.

Behind him, the demons are stunned.

Today's black skin Yuko, is a demon.