"The little bastard can't help but make fun of it..." Lao Wang said angrily: "Brother, I think the natural disasters and man-made disasters at the base seem to be in line with your professional relationship. Don't you open a jar?"

Bian Xiuren was numb: "No, then, that's what you want to offer!"

"If you pick a few dozen or not, you'll get a bond. Otherwise, the base will have to take care of their food, which is a waste!"

“…”

Bian Xiu felt that his definition of sacrifice was too broad and vague, which caused the two seemingly human species in front of him to have some inappropriate and ending associations.

"So, you really have a way?"

"Brother, there is, it's, it's..."

"I understand! Needless to say it! But you kid and that sister Ting, Meng Fanting, forgive me for being stupid, and your brother and sister don't look like locals..." Old Wang rubbed his thumb and index finger and laughed: "You two are really having sex? Are you really playing? When will you get things done?"

Bian Xiu looked shy of a young man: "I'm still young..."

"You have to take advantage of this moment. In a few years, you will be embarrassed to call your mother. You know, you have to cherish the people in front of you, understand?"

"ah?"

Bian Xiu's brain was blew up.

Although I once had the ridiculous thoughts of being at the Baiyu Jinghai Tiansheng Festival, I was ignorant and unrestrained. You are... This is too explosive...

"You are still young, young people shouldn't be too young!" Old Wang said yelling, patted Bian Xiu on the shoulder, hated him for not fighting, and then turned his face to look at Wu Yisong: "Where is your sister?"

"I dare not take her out..." Wu Yisong looked up at Tian'er with his head: "Didn't you say there are outsiders here? I'm afraid she will kidnap and sell it to other children. My sister is too naughty, so her uncle can treat them a little..."

"Does her uncle know that you left the child to him to do such a situation?"

"Be a person..." Wu Yisong was speechless, but that was not the point, because he began to grit his teeth as he spoke: "Jiaojiao and Qiang Qiang are both here, I'm afraid of a hammer! By the way, Lao Li, you make that big gun for your sister... You are so good at it. You... She is now a scissor bandit, and she is a hero everywhere!"

Li Cang raised his thumb and lifted a bullfrog that was one tenth of his sister's size from the bullfrog pot in front of him: "I know that my sister is full of martial ethics, good, better than the blue one, and more outstanding than you, you are older!"

"This thing looks like a stone frog?" Lao Wang murmured: "Hey, pick a muscular man, just it. This community is really talented, there are all kinds of fucking, and you can eat and drink to be talented. The zombie shooting range is a ghost paradise, it's just a little Gotham!"

Li Cang sighed fiercely: "Then the prodigal girls are willing to join in the fun, but that's fine. Just treat it as a small gathering. Liao'er, how are you doing recently?"

"Ah, ah, it's pretty good, it's pretty good. I found a class and it's quite fulfilling!"

"Xiu'er has a girlfriend, what about you, don't you plan to find another one?"

Lao Wang shivered: "Hold the grass?"

Liao Hongqing opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Teacher Cang, you..."

"I had known that I, timi, shouldn't have touched your old tea box!" Li Cang's brows frowned, and he pulled out a dog's leg from the same origin passage, cut open his belly, and took out a scripture covered with black animal skin: "Empty island, skills, time will come back, just like the day when the disaster happened!"

(See Chapter 1488 Li Cang here: Smile, relax)

As soon as the black book came out, Bian Xiu seemed to feel something, staring like a copper bell, and Liao Hongqing was completely empty, suspected that he had understood it wrongly, and shivered and incredible: "What...what...what...what..."

Li Cang slapped the thick book on Liao Hongqing's leg: "This thing has a price. What is the price? I haven't used it before. I don't know if it's a person who comes back, who is, whether it's more or less..."

"Anyway, you have to think about it..."

"Bian Xiumatinis must be present. Tao Hongben and Xiahou Haiwei will call at least one, and they will be returned to me after using it!"

[Black Sutra of the Undead], a gimmick is very good, but since they got it, they have never used even half a prop. The surface description is to resurrect the unreborn soul from the moment of the catastrophe as the origin of time. The price is not mentioned at all. According to its plot source, the resurrection of the soul is likely to be the soul of the dead, not the living person. In short, this thing is the same as instant noodles. The main pattern is for reference only, and the specific object shall prevail.

[The Black Sutra of the Undead] does not seem to be a disposable product, and Li Cang is not sure. In short, this thing is just like the [Fantasy Seed: Cheng Yu's Seasoning Box], which is the luck of the Magician. Not to mention using the Abyss Pit that is hard to even think about. If there is any other possibility, he will not take the initiative to touch these two things.

Lao Wang opened his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Li Cang pointed to the three celestial texts on his wrist, which were both real and illusory, and they were slow to rotate: "That time I met his old tea box, and celestial texts responded!"

"Oh, then you have to find a business match. The purgatory demon in your family has been eating nothing all day long?"

"I can't even believe props. You think I'll believe something like Liliana?"

“emm…”

Li Cang and Liliana are in this state like Lao Wang and the Lord of the Nest. If you believe or not, you will always be quantum-entangled. You have to stare at it under your nose to feel a little relieved, otherwise you can only do it with one knife.

Liao Hongqing staggered and left with Shu in his arms, and Bian Xiu followed him step by step.

Old Wang grinned: "Your experiment is a bit cruel, it's not human. If you really let that girl live, she will be worse than death. And if you give that kid a few years, maybe they will come out!"

"What do you think?"

"I'll just whisper and complain!" Lao Wang said indifferently: "That kind of pure love of the God of War can never come out in this life. Holding a tea box, it's the New Year every day. If that thing is not around for a second, it's a Sima face. He can come out and he can come out!"

Li Cang tear his frog legs: "I never help others, well, this time it doesn't happen to be a helper. The hard days are coming, so he has a good time!"

"Hypocritical, hetui, your b is so fucking harder than your skin!"

Wu Yisong, who was too shocked and responded for half a beat slow, shivered and stuttered: "So, just the black book just now, can someone really be resurrected?"

"It may also be many people, who knows, who cares!"

"No, how can you ignore this? Damn!"

Li Cang and Lao Wang had a rare high degree of unity of opinions. They curled their lips and looked at Wu Yisong, with their own disgust in their eyes: "You are all like this in your life, it's over!"
Chapter completed!