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Chapter 1690 I understand

Wang Lang stretched his neck and looked inside, and sure enough, he saw a line of words inside.

However, Wang Lang's face turned dark after seeing those words.

Isn’t it just the word created by King Nanshui?

This King of Nanshui is also a talented person, and he has created a lot of words. When the words were first created, I knew that he was the only one.

Fortunately, Huang Feishi has studied this.

But then again, Huang Feishi really learned a lot in order to live forever. If this fat man can abandon the problem of telling stories, he will be more than enough to be a professor in college. After all, he reads more books and goes to more places. If he comes into contact with him, he will naturally know more.

Wang Lang only knows three characters in the line of characters, which are the characters that Wang Lang encountered in that small village before.

The King of Nanshui.

Apart from these three words, Wang Lang didn't recognize the rest.

Huang Feishi stared at her eyes and lay on the 10-meter stove for a long time.

"What kind of immortal is the King of Nanshui?" Huang Feishi muttered and translated.

"The King of Nanshui wants to become an immortal?" Wang Lang guessed.

Huang Fei Rat shook his head.

"Has the King of Nanshui become an immortal?" Wang Lang said again.

Huang Fei Rat still shook his head.

"The land god of the South Water King? The South Water King ascended to immortality in the sun? The South Water King is an immortal Banban?" Wang Lang said a lot in a series of words.

Huang Fei Rat shook his head.

"You ask me to think about it. I know all these words, but I can't remember them all at once." Huang Feishi stretched out his neck and lay on it and looked at it.

Wang Lang was also bored, so he couldn't help but look at Yizhang Taoist. He didn't know if there was anything like Creation Pill on this Yizhang Taoist.

Now Wang Lang looks like the Pill of Creation now.

The knife in his hand slashed on Yizhang Taoist, and there was nothing on his body.

Wang Lang turned around and looked at the Yizhang Cave next to him.

There was a strong fishy and sweet smell in the cave. Wang Lang had smelled the fishy and sweet smell before, and Wang Lang walked into it.

After entering, I saw a square cave inside. Judging from the size, it seemed to be exactly one meter long, wide and high.

There is a futon in the middle, and a portrait is hanging on the wall facing the entrance of the cave. However, many years have passed, the characters on the portrait have become blurred, and it is impossible to see who is painting on it. The whole painting is already black.

There are some daily necessities on one side, and on the other side are jars of large and small sizes, with a rich and fishy sweet smell coming out of it.

Wang Lang walked over and looked at it, and found that it was full of the pills that Huang Fei Rat picked up before.

Looking through the boxes and cabinets, Wang Lang wanted to find a fortune pill, but the more he wanted to find something, the less he could find it. There were so many bottles and jars, but there was no fortune pill.

Wang Lang exhaled, trying hard to keep calm without exploding in place.

I turned the inside up, but still couldn't find anything that was tied to the Creation Pill.

Finally, Wang Lang concentrated his eyes again into the cushion on the ground.

Wang Lang couldn't help but remember that in the TV series, Duan Yu kowtowed and broke the cushion and obtained peerless martial arts skills.

With a little hope, Wang Lang leaned over and picked up the futon on the ground and pinched it inside.

After pinching for a long time, Wang Lang's eyes lit up and he found something.

It's a boxy box.

Wang Lang excitedly opened the cushion.

Sure enough, there was a box the size of a fist inside.

When I opened the box, a faint smell of fishy sweetness came towards me.

It looks very similar to all the Changsheng Pills I saw before, but at this moment it is not the scarlet color, but a kind of black and red mixed together. The feeling is very magical. I feel that a elixir is densely packed with thousands of black and red silk threads, but all the silk threads are half-divided. It looks very beautiful. The first time I see it, I feel that this thing is perfect.

Wang Lang looked at the thing over and over again several times, and then took out one from the bottle and jar next to it for comparison.

After comparing for a long time, Wang Lang suddenly had a bold idea.

Is this Changsheng Pill in Wang Lang's hand successful Changsheng Pill?

This thought flashed away, and Wang Lang still didn't believe in immortality.

Besides, Wang Lang doesn't believe in this kind of immortality. Wang Lang would rather believe that a person lives two or three hundred years than believe that a person can live forever. This is contrary to natural science.

He casually stuffed the pills taken out of the futon into his pocket, and Wang Lang looked at the Changsheng Pills in the bottles and jars.

Suddenly I thought of something.

Who threw the Changshou pills thrown on the road before?

Why do so many Changshengmaru thrown on the road and throw it all the way? It seems that it is deliberately attracting people to come to this place.

Wang Lang walked out of the cave and saw Huang Feishi standing next to the 10-zhang stove in amazement, looking inside the 10-zhang stove. He was motionless, as if he had encountered something that surprised him.

"What's wrong? The elixir furnace exploded? It hurts the kidneys?" Wang Lang walked towards Huang Feishi.

Huang Feifu turned around dullly and swallowed, "Dragon Prince, what's the line inside?"

"What?" Wang Lang's curiosity was lost.

Huang Feishi still looked a little confused, even a little empty, and involuntarily glanced at Yizhangfu again.

"It says, King Nanshui becomes an immortal here!" Huang Feishi said.

Wang Lang was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nonsense. He thought he was Sun Wuzi. Did he also write that his master was Master Bodhi and he has mastered his igneous eyes in it?"

Huang Feishi shook his head blankly, "Dragon Prince, have you ever thought that King Nanshui is not dead, he will live forever in this alchemy furnace."

Wang Lang looked at Huang Feishi like a fool, "Old Huang, wake up, this is roasted with fire, and the living people are burned to death. What a f*ck, I'm going to live for you. I'm the one who found it just now."

As he spoke, Wang Lang threw the thing he had just found from the cushion to Huang Feishi.

After getting the Huang Feishi got it, he was confused for a moment, "What is this?"

"I found it in a cushion inside." Wang Lang said the truth, "Stop rushing, go quickly."

Wang Lang urged.

Who knew that Huang Feishi suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had discovered something big.

"Dragon Prince, I understand, hahaha, I understand." Huang Feishi grabbed Wang Langhuang excitedly.

Wang Lang looked at the yellow fat rat who was like crazy, with a dark face, "You fuck me, I will kill you."

Huang Feishi tried his best to calm down.
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