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“I do know some, but that was 40 years ago.” The Lord of the Seven Lives explained softly: "Forty-three years ago, I was running around the world. On the way through a village in the eastern part of Huaxia, the entire village was brutally sacrificed with blood and no one lived. To create resentment artificially, to condense resentment ghosts. It's a means of evil ghost repair. ”

“I was so angry that I swore an oath to uproot the evil ghost. Afterwards, I tracked down for a long time, unfortunately only a few unimportant ghost repair subordinates. But from them, I found the triple-clawed markings. ”

The Seven Life Buddhist Master was a very righteous man when he was young, and the sense of justice was too great.

Moreover, when he was young, he had a hot personality and liked to take vows when he encountered an affair.

As in the case of the evil ghost building the village, he swore an oath to uproot the evil ghost cultivators who created the grudges, bearing witness to the heavens and the earth.

Like this vow, he made nearly a thousand when he was young.

Now he has a little book in his hand dedicated to recording the vows he made when he was young.

The oath of the brothers, as testified by the heavens and the earth, shall not rise lightly. If you get up, you have to do what you can to get it done. Otherwise, your mind will not be satisfied and you will have demons when you advance in the future.

Now the Seven Living Buddhist Master is doing his best to fulfill his vows as a young man in tears - knowing that he feels that he has worked very hard to fulfill his vows, but still has so many vows for Mao Xiaoben?

For some time, the Seven Living Buddhists especially wanted the ability to travel through time and space. Then go back to the past, give yourself a 300-pound slap when you were young and make that girl sober, don't burden yourself in the future!

Back to topic.

“Listen, Brother Pharmacist, do you now have a clue to the claw marks, the beast head, the ghost monk?” The Lord of the Seven Living Buddhists asked.

“There's a little clue, thanks to the help of the senior pharmacist. If it goes well, you can find the forum owner's approximate location in the next few days.” Song Shuhang replied that the information about the altar master was still learned from the long-armed man tonight.

“It's fantastic. These demons have to be repaired. Unfortunately, I'm in the West China region, and I can't help you.” The Seven Lives Master is a little depressed, "he said.“ So, little friend, send me your mailing address. Tomorrow I'll send you a couple of charms by courier, hopefully to help you. ”

Fubao? Song Shuhang's mind immediately remembered Yoshiko Yu's war spirit ghost, the golden charm paper thrown out of his hand!

“Finally, Book Mountain Stress Avenue friend, the sermon is a monk's face. Your sermon, it's a little awkward, and it doesn't sound right. Better change the number! Send me a mailing address that I can send you. I'll send you a delivery address in a minute.” Just say it. The Master of the Seventh Life Fu quickly hung up the phone. He was afraid Song Shuhang would refuse his kindness.

“…” Song Shuhang.

Book Mountain is under a lot of pressure. It's just my nickname, not my street number!

Maybe I should change my nickname?

Otherwise, if everyone thinks this is their way number, meet a 'Book Mountain Stress Avenue Friend’, ‘Book Mountain Stress Senior' or something, it hurts my heart.

Then, Song Shuhang sent out the SMS template, properly edited his receiving address, and sent it to Qisheng Fu Master.

In fact, the Lord of Seven Lives doesn't have to hang up so quickly.

Song Shuhang is not a man who beats a fat man with a swollen face, he knows the difference in strength between himself and his opponent 'altar master’. At this time, whether it is PowerPoint support or personally help with boxing, Song Shuhang will never refuse anyone's kindness.

It's a matter of life. What's with the face?

“I don't know what the Seven Lives Buddha is supporting me? ”

A treasure!

Yoshiko Yuzuko's golden charm paper can crush two spiritual ghosts to death in a single piece of paper. It's very powerful.

For Song Shuhang, this is definitely a charcoal delivery in the snow!

June 7, Blazing Sun Flame.

This time of year, the high school students are struggling and nervous, and Huaxia college entrance exams are scheduled to start every year on this day.

At this time of the year, Jiangnan University City will be very fortunate to open sporting events, profoundly demonstrating the deep malice of Jiangnan University City executives towards the bitter high school students.

Five thousand metres of men's long runs take place on the morning of the first day of the Games.

As a contestant, Song Shuhang started early in the morning, going to stretch his lower muscle bones, and then grabbed a first one back to mean something?

When we were in bed together, he touched the black flying sword on the side of the bed.

The flying sword is a bloodless treasure, but Book Sailing has the illusion of smelling blood on it.

“It's not a dream.” Song Shuhang spoke to himself.

Yesterday... for the first time, it was the head. The image of the long-armed man's head rushing into the sky was also printed in his mind. As the first drop of blood taken from Song Shuhang's life, the long-armed man's appearance would remain in Song Shuhang's mind for a long time.

“Next, there's the altar master.” Song Shuhang grabbed the flying sword in his hand.

The other party mistakenly thought he was a ‘high man' and evacuated the area of Jiangnan in fright. But Song Shuhang cannot put his safety and that of his family on the enemy's ‘misunderstanding’.

Without resolving this * * annoyance, Song Shuhang had trouble sleeping and eating. Luckily, we'll have a lead by this afternoon.

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After getting up and washing, Song Shuhang opened the dormitory door and went to exercise.

As soon as the door opened, he found himself standing at the door with a big smiling suit.

Old eyes look familiar. Who was it?

“Book navigation classmate, we meet again. I'm Koe from Harvest Express, and there's another express.” The big man in the suit squeezed hard and smiled kindly.

As I recall, it's Mr. Simajiang from Harvest Express.

At the time of the last delivery, Song Shuhang did not know his identity, thought he was just a courier brother, so called him Xiaojiang. At that time, the corner of Sima River's mouth had to be moved independently - his size was a figure, and Xiaojiang's name was too thunderous.

But this time, he called himself 'Xiaojiang’. Three days, two couriers, different senders and addresses, the same is the big scary one from the sender.

This Koe, he's in charge now! Don't call it Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang or even Xiaojiang!

After seeing Sima River, Song Shuhang immediately thought of yesterday's Qisheng Fu Fu Master said to send a courier.

Delivery sent in the morning. Arrived around 6: 00 a.m.? What kind of speed is this?

“Good morning Xiaojiang, did you get here by air again?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Yeah, expedited delivery from West China. I'll fly the flight overnight and send it to you at the fastest possible speed.” Simajiang pulled a cell phone box size delivery out of his arms.

Layer wrapped and tightly sealed.

“No delay, just in time. Thank you for your hard work. Where do I sign?” Song Shuhang trusted this courier Xiaojiang very much, and the other party's last delivery was also a good one.

“Just sign here.” Simajiang handed over his signature pen.

When he signed the book, he remembered Master Tongxuan's black iron flying sword. “By the way, Xiaojiang, I may have a delivery to send in a few days, I'll contact you then." ”

In a few days, after he has dealt with the incident of "Master Tan", he will send back Master Tong Xuan's sword. Harvest Express Service attitude is so good, Song Shuhang naturally thought of him first.

“Where did it go? Do you want me to move it by air?” Sima Jiangton's eyes lit up with joy.

“No need, the recipient is not in a hurry, just regular delivery. I'll get in touch with you in a few days.” Song Shuhang laughed.

“No problem, feel free to contact me 24/7!” Sima Jiang smiled with a service attitude of 35 stars and 32 likes.

Song Shuhang grabbed the delivery box. What would it look like?