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The next day, the rising sun rose.

Because Song Shuhang’s room is facing east, early in the morning, the sun shines through the window and shines on his eyes. The book was originally intended to sleep a little longer, but when it was taken by the sun, it woke up - when I slept yesterday, I forgot to pull the curtains up.

After waking up, Song Shuhang blocked the sun with his hand and muttered: "It's so tired."

In other words, what happened to the dream last night? Tossing and letting him feel tired.

Right, Ye Si, sister? Yesterday, he called Ye Si several times in his dreams, hoping to use her power to wake himself up from a nightmare. As a result, Ye Si did not respond.

Song Shuhang was together... and then he found out that Ye Si was sleeping sweetly beside him.

At the side of Ye Si, there are thick books stacked on it, and I don’t know how long she slept.

Song Shuhang: "..."

It seems to be sensing Song Songhang's movements, and Ye Si blurs his eyes and opens his eyes: "Oh, morning. Good morning, book flight."

"Good morning." Song Shuhang replied.

Oh, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

Then the voice of the White Sovereign came: "Book Air, did you get up?"

"Wake up, I will open the door immediately." Song Shuhang replied.

"When you wake up, go to the second floor to have breakfast. We are waiting for you on the second floor." Bai Zun said.

"Okay, I will be there soon." Song Shudao.

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The breakfast is vegetarian, vegan, and there is no point at all - because the master is ready for breakfast.

Master Xuan master is a high-ranking sorghum, and... he also works part-time.

Although it is all vegetarian, it tastes good.

At this time, the white sage held a white bread, snoring with a small mouth, and then he suddenly asked: "Book Airlines, was it good to sleep yesterday?"

Song Shuhang drank a soy milk and thought about it later: "It's okay."

"Well, that's good." White Zun nodded. "After breakfast, we went to the dong of the eternal student Cheng Lin. Because it is not very fast, we don't have to hurry."

Song Shuhang nodded: "Okay, there is still some time away from my school. Yes, the white predecessor. After the long-lived Cheng Lin's Dongfu is finished, can we go to the forbidden place?"

The forbidden place that Shuhang said was the forbidden land discovered by Li Tianxing. There may be a way to treat Li Yinzhu cold disease.

Book Air has long wanted to go to this forbidden place. The sooner the cold disease of Li Yinzhu is treated, the better. However, depending on his strength, the forbidden place is also sent to death. If you want to go to the forbidden place, you must bring a white lord with you.

"No problem, I will arrange the time when I arrive. It is also the time and the cause and effect of Li Daochang." Bai Zunren nodded - a few months ago, Li Tian Plastic Road, a thousand miles flying corpse to send equipment. The white lord took his flying sword and bronze ring and made a causal relationship with him.

At this time, Beihe was scattered: "The white predecessor, I have borrowed the private cruise ship of the Seven-Four Fudao...but, are we really going to take the boat?"

The speed of taking a cruise ship is slow. Isn’t it easier to fly directly to Yu Jian?

"Do you want to worry about the slowness of the Beihe Road friends? Don't worry, I have already prepared a whole set of formations. After the cruise ship, we will put this set of methods on the cruise ship. In terms of speed, it is absolutely no match. The sword flies slowly." The white lord took out a stack of A4 paper.

The Beihe scattered people heard the words and nodded: "So very good."

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After breakfast, Bai Zun took the Song Shuhang, Beihe Sanren, Litchi Fairy, and Fengfeng Gongzi, Pharmacist and Jiang Ziyan.

On the way to the cruise ship, Song Shuhang has been yawning and listless.

Around the book, Lichee Fairy also looked tired and did not seem to have a good rest.

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After arriving at the luxury cruise ship.

Song Shuhang, Fengfeng Gongzi and Beihe San people together put the white papers of the white predecessors on various positions of the cruise ship.

Then, after the cruise ship sailed off the coast, away from people's sights, it activated a myriad of arrays and sprinted forward at a terrible speed.

The sea breeze bursts, this is the breath of the sea~

Song Shuhang leaned on the guardrail and kept yawning and looked tired. With the sea breeze, he became more sleepy.

"Book Airlines, are you tired?" asked Bai Zun.

"I made a strange dream yesterday, which made me physically and mentally exhausted, unable to lift my spirits, and always been sleepy." Song Shuhang sighed.

"Then go to sleep for a while, and wait until after the creek of the eternal life Cheng Lin. I will call you up again. This distance is some distance, enough for you to sleep." Bai Zun suggested.

Song Shuhang thought for a moment and nodded, just as there was a room for rest on the luxury cruise ship.

"The white predecessors, the Beihe seniors, the phoenix predecessors, I went back to rest first." Song Shuhang yawned.

"Go ahead, rest," Bai Zun said.

At this time, Lichee Fairy also said: "In this case, I will go back and take a rest. I don't know why I have been particularly upset in these days. I haven't had a good rest for a long time."

The lychee fairy is the cultivation of the six-class true monarchy, even if it does not rest for a whole year, there is no discomfort. But recently she has been uneasy in her heart, making her state very poor.

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Song Shuhang found a room and lay down to rest.

[Strange, I always feel that something is wrong. 】 Song Shuhang muttered.

At this time, Ye Si got out of his body and asked: "Have you had a nightmare yesterday?"

"It should be said that I have made a very tiring dream." Song Shudao: "Ye Si, if I have a nightmare, you remember to wake me up."

"No problem, it is on me. I will always be by your side." Ye Si assured.

With her assurance, Song Shuhang fell asleep peacefully.

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Because it was really exhausting, Song Shuhang soon fell asleep.

Then... he had another dream.

Still the endless sea, the blue sky. Then, like last night's dream, he still flies in the sword.

However, this time the Royal is not a 'Meteor Sword' but a sword.

"I have a plug!" Song Shuhang looked at a small sword pill stepping under his feet. This is only a nail, and he stepped on this thing and danced in the air.

- This style is wrong!

The sword can of course also be used to fly the sword.

However, under normal circumstances, when the monk flies with the sword and the sword, the sword will be extended to become the sword silk, and then the sword silk will be attached with a layer of light, so that the monk stepped on the light, the flying - white It is to step on a light saber.

However, this sword pill at the foot of Song Shuhang did not extend to Jianguang, so a small bead fell under his feet.

He stepped on the sword with one foot and flew forward, and the speed was still fast.

Song Shuhang’s fear of heights was almost sin.

"Don't be like this, let me change the light to me! Otherwise, there is no place to stop, my heart is dry and panic." Song Shudao.

As soon as the voice fell, the swords under the feet changed.

- However, it is not that the sword pill is extended to the dawn, but the ‘嗖嗖嗖’ has changed eleven swords, a total of twelve swords.

Finally, the left six swords and the right six swords will hold Song Shuhang firmly in the void.

Song Shuhang looked awkward.

From a distance, he stepped on six beads on his left foot and six beads on his right foot. He marched fast in the air, the speed of the thief slipped, and the acidity could not be described.

Song Shuhang understands one thing - these twelve swords are the life of the Beihe scattered people [Xinghe twelve swords]!

The Xinghe Twelve Swords are indeed very handsome. At that time, when the Beihe Sanren and the Tonglu Xianshi were fighting in the Forbidden City, the twelve Jianguang formed a sword array and they were handsome.

However, the opening method of this 'Xinghe Twelve Swords' Yujian flight is poisonous!

When your sword sword Yu Jian is flying, is it directly on the ball to fly? Is this Yu Jian flying or Yu Wan flying?

It's better to change it to a dragging knife!

It’s better to fly with a knife in your hand than to fly on a meatball.

After that... Song Shuhang was not reconciled, and made several orders to the swordsman under his feet, trying to make them into a twilight flight, but they failed.

However, in addition to being unable to become a twilight, the "Yu Pill Flight" function of Jianmao is normal. Song Shuhang wants to fly, Jianwan will hold him how to fly.

It’s okay to fly, slant and fly. Even if it is flying backwards, the thief who can fly 6, the twelve swords will **** his foot tightly, let him fly upside down, and the speed is very fast.

Except for a little embarrassing style, the others are very good.

Fly and fly, and finally Song Shuhang flew to a small island.

It was yesterday on the misty island.

After the fall, the twelve sword pill ‘嗖’ is attached to the back of Song Shuhang – it is very handsome when the sword is attached behind him. But the twelve **** are attached behind them, this is the style of painting.

The style of this dream today is too distorted.

[And... this dream, there is definitely a problem. 】 Song Shuhang Ming Wu came over, and dreamed of such a story twice in succession is definitely not an accident. It is estimated that there are seniors who have done their dreams on his dreams.

The biggest suspect is the white predecessor... followed by the Beihe San.

When I thought about it, the figure of the sacred butterfly once again appeared in front of his eyes.

"Good morning, book aviation friends." Lingdie Zun calmed: "Please come with me."

"Wait, Lingdie seniors. Today I don't want to follow you. I am going to be alone on the island." Song Shuhang hurried.

Suspect No. 3 - is the sacred butterfly of the eyes.

Lingdie Zun has a slight smile: "No problem, you can go shopping."

After the family was finished, the sacred butterfly became a fog and disappeared. The body of Song Shuhang was also wrapped up in a fog. This story is not the same as yesterday?

Song Shuhang: "..."

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At this time, it is far in the Jiangnan area.

Gao Moumou sat in front of the computer with a fever sticker on his head.

"Have a cold... Forget it, just start school soon, today's update is a day off." Gao Moumou.

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly a healing light slid quietly on him. In an instant, Gao Moumou’s cold is all right, it’s amazing.

The face of Gao, who is writing a leave of absence, is forced.