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The white predecessors returned ten ‘mutation gang black gold’ to Song Shuhang, and told him not to put together ten black gangs and must be scattered to store.

"Book Air, when do you start school?" Bai Zun said.

"Jiangnan University City usually starts at the 6th, but the first day of school is that everyone will go to the newspaper, see each other, and then go back to each family. On the 7th, the 8th is a weekend break, and the 9th officially starts school." Song Shuhang Answered.

"Is these days a free time? That morning, we will have a few people to explore the [Remains of the Longevity]. Lichee Fairy has already signed up, and the Beihe people want to go, he just promoted six products. Jun, I want to listen to the longevity that the long-lived person tells." Bai Zun said.

Song Shuhang also wanted to go to the ‘the remains of the long-lived person’. He needs to see what the ‘Cheng Lin’s fairy’ looks like in the end, and thus determine the relationship between Ye Si and the long-lived Cheng Lin.

"Okay, then we will leave tomorrow." Song Shuhang nodded.

"Well, let's go to the Beihe Sanren for the rest of the night for us." The white sacred man held his chin and suddenly said: "Be a good dream, book voyage."

"Thank you." Song Shuhang has not heard anything in the words of Bai Zun.

After returning to the resting place arranged by the Beihe Sanren for the Taoist friends, Bai Zunren was connected to the room of Song Shuhang.

When the white sage entered the door, he suddenly said, "Yes, I almost forgot, give you a present."

"Send me?" Song Shuhang asked curiously, why did the white predecessors suddenly think of giving him gifts?

The white lord picked up his sleeves and revealed a delicate bracelet on his wrist. The white predecessor took off the bracelet and handed it to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was puzzled and took the bracelet and put it on.

When he was wearing it, he suddenly felt a move: "Space equipment?"

"Well, there are a hundred cubic feet of space inside the sun and the moon." White Zun said: "This instrument is a reward for your trip to Yaochi Tianjie. Just right, your The ten 'mutation road black gold' can be stored separately in a one-inch shrink bag and 'beads in the sun.'"

In order to refine this space implement, it took a few days before the white lord to go to the furnace to refine the treasure, and it was not this instrument. The main material is the shards of the 'Golden Lotus Space' obtained by the Confucian White Cloud Academy.

"Hey? The reward of Yaochi Tianjie is not a debt?" Song Shuhang curiously said.

"That is my joke with you... Book Air, you really have no humorous cells." Bai Zun said: "Loan is borrowing, reward is reward, this is two things."

Song Shuhang: "..."

Is he really lacking humor cells? Not only the white sages describe it like this, but the white predecessors of the nine worlds also describe him like this.

"So goodbye, go to bed early, have a good dream." The white sage waved his hand and he pushed in.

When the door was pushed in, the white sage suddenly suddenly looked away and seemed to be thinking about something very interesting. Thinking about it, the corner of his mouth showed a charming smile.

In this way, the white sage who smiled at the corner of his mouth, after pushing the door open, suddenly leaned forward and fell straight to the ground.

Song Shuhang on the side of the big eyes is not good, it is flat!

The white master's unique skills have not appeared again for a long time, Song Shuhang almost forgot about it, did not expect ‘flat groundfall’ appeared at this time.

Song Shuhang fully urged his four-level speed, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to help the white sage. However, the white lord fell faster than Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang can only watch the white sages slip through his hands...

Pills, this accommodation place arranged by Beihe Sanren is over! Not only that, but all the ‘Jiuzhou No. 1 group’ friends who are resting here tonight must finish.

Song Shuhang, who is at the center of ‘flat ground,’ is undoubtedly the most ruined person.

Just as Song Shuhang was facing despair, from the waist of the white predecessors, a row of branches quickly extended out, and the danger was supported on the ground.

It is the branch of the willow demon light dance, drilled out at the crucial time, and supported the body of the white lord.

The White Supreme is thus supported by rows of branches, hanging in the air at a 45-degree angle.

Song Shuhang was shocked by a cold sweat.

Fortunately, there are willows and demon dancers, otherwise all the ‘Jiuzhou No. 1 group’ predecessors who are present today should take medicine.

After a long while, the White Lord finally recovered from the gods.

"Ah? How do I hang here?" Bai Zunren asked, but when he asked for the exit, he immediately responded: "Oh, I wrestled again?"

"Yes, white predecessors." Song Shuhang erased the cold sweat of the forehead: "Please also pay attention to safety when the seniors walk."

"Do not worry, I am safe, even if I am distracted." White Zun, haha ​​laughed.

Song Shuhang: "..."

I pay attention to safety, referring to the safety of our innocent passers-by.

"Well, I understand, I will be careful when I want to." Bai Zun, seriously replied to this sentence, the white sage answered and he was old.

The white lord got up and the willow demon danced carefully and shrank his branches back.

Then, the white lord waved to Song Shuhang: "Goodbye, good night."

"Good night." Song Shu waterway.

"Be a good dream." White Zun added.

Song Shuhang nodded.

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This night, Song Shuhang was lying on the bed, but he could not sleep on the other side. It is clear that he is very tired today, but he can't sleep.

"I always feel that something is going to happen." Song Shuhang muttered.

"Don't be afraid, I am guarding you, even if something happens, I can wake you up right away." Ye Si's voice came.

Song Shuhang nodded.

I don't know if it was the comfort of Ye Si, and Song Shuhang soon fell asleep.

After Song Shuhang was asleep, Ye Si got out of the body of Song Shuhang and carefully sat next to Song Shuhang.

Then, she opened Song Shuhang's one-inch shrinking bag and took out many books from it. There are books of history, science and technology, nature, archaeology, mathematics, poetry, and any book.

These are the spoils of her shopping with the Six Immortals in the East, and they are temporarily stored in Song Shuhang’s ‘one-inch shrinking bag’.

After Song Shuhang fell asleep, Ye Si took a spell and shot two bright golden lights from her eyes, shining on the books.

Then, she looked at the thick books to the brightest spells in her eyes, her own original spells. When she was in Bishuige, she used to hide in the bed and read books quietly.

Looking at it, suddenly... Ye Si also felt a rush of sleep, so she held the book and slept on the side of Song Shuhang.

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Song Shuhang dreamed, and did not know if it was because the white lord wished him three times to make a good dream tonight, so Song Shuhang dreamed of a beautiful picture.

The first is the endless sea. Then he stepped on the ‘Meteor Sword’ and the sword flew.

Sure enough, it was a day of thinking, and there was a dream at night.

In the morning, he is still looking forward to his promotion of the four innate realms, and he can fly the sword, although he should be a knife flying, and may even practice the dragging knife. However, this does not prevent him from fantasizing the picture of his sword.

The sword flying itself is really handsome, the sword takes the air, rides the wind and waves on the infinite sea, and sometimes rushes to the sky; sometimes landed on the sea, surfing on the flying sword like a skateboard; sometimes flying at low altitude, rushing into the waves in.

"Ha ha ha ha." Song Shuhang issued a happy laugh: "Yu Jian listens to the autumn rain... The second half is squatting?"

Forget it, forget it and forget it.

Anyway, the feeling of Yu Jian flying is really great.

Such a dream, I really don't want to wake up.

But then again, why did the flying sword that was stepping on when the sword was flying was a ‘Meteor Sword’? This is the life sword of the white lord.

Well, yes... this is a dream. Everything that happens in a dream is reasonable.

In this way, Song Shuhang stepped on the ‘Meteor Sword’, flying and flying, and it was cool. The Meteor Sword follows his mind, up and down, and wants to fly where to fly, think high is high, think low is low.

In the end, Song Shuhang Yu Jian flew over a beautiful island.

It is a small island that is even more beautiful than a paradise. The island is surrounded by fog.

Song Shuhang was curious in his heart, so the sword fell on the island.

When he landed on the island, he found that the island was the owner, with many archaic pavilions and many modern buildings.

After the Meteor Sword stopped, the ‘嗖’ was drilled on the back of Song Shuhang.

"Hello, is there anyone?" Song Shuhang asked in a loud voice.

Just as Song Shuhang’s voice just fell, there was a sudden light smoke not far from him.

Then, the body shape of the spirit butterfly statue is in front of Song Shuhang.

"Book Air Xiaoyou, hello." Lingdie Supreme smiled.

"Hello Butterfly Seniors." Song Shuhang replied: "Where is this? Is it the Lingdie Supreme Your Lingdie Island?"

The sacred butterfly shook his head and said: "This is a volcanic island, not the old butterfly's Lingdie Island. Book a small friend, please go here."

So, Song Shuhang went so faintly following the spirit butterfly. Where does the Sayādaw want to take him? Are you going to see Yukoko?

Speaking of it, Yukoko has been preparing for a robbery recently. Do not know if she is successful in the robbery now?

Walking and walking, Song Shuhang suddenly became a light body, and the whole body was covered with light fog.

Then, he felt like he was rising like a cloud, flying and flying.

I don't know how long it took to fly. When the fog in front of him disappeared, he had already appeared in a dressing room.

The body shape of the sacred butterfly has disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was another acquaintance, the great director Mr. Jacob.

"Hey? Hello, Mr. Jacob." Song Shuhang.

Jacob nodded slightly, then he clap his hands. A few makeup artists came over quickly, and in the faint, Song Shuhang saw a lot of women's clothes in the hands of the makeup artist... (to be continued.)

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