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Book Sailing found a place where nobody could open the courier package.

The small box is filled with a pile of brown yellow symbols, and each piece of paper is painted with a golden red pigment with Xuan Ao's symbols and matrix diagrams. Attached is a note from the 'Seven Living Characters Master’ describing the functions of this stack.

A total of twenty sheets of token paper.

The top five pieces are called "A Charms" and, as their name suggests, activate the energy inside the Talisman to become a close defensive armor, blocking the attack of three or fewer Brothers.

It is also particularly simple to use, just press the thumb in the center of the symbol array diagram, use the spirit in the spiritual power guide, and drink a ‘armor’ to summon armor.

Five Xuabao, each can only be used once. Good application, can protect Song Shuhang five times.

The five cards in the middle are ‘Sword Characters’, which are supposed to be used for attacks. They are used in the same way as the symbols, and the trigger charm only needs to drink the word 'Sword’ lightly.

Once applied, it can melt a three-pin King of War level sword attack, and the mountain is cut open without words. If there is no special defense on the body of an ordinary second-place master, he will lose half his life if he goes down without dying.

The highest number is ten demonic symbols.

According to the master of the Seventh Life Buddhist House, because the other party is evil ghost repair, it can manipulate ghost objects to attack, which is unprotected.

Ghosts are immune to ordinary physical attacks, some with special invisible latency abilities, and are headaches for underpowered monks.

Ten evil charms to help you navigate through each other's ghostly creatures!

Song Shuhang is carrying this box of charms. The Seven Life Charms Master is more than just sending charcoal in the snow. This is like sending clothes, food, living in the snow, and a dragon service!

“What a pleasant surprise.” Song Shuhang squeezed Fubao tightly.

With this bunch of charms, he even has the confidence to confront the ‘altar master’. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to squeeze the token and rush to the front.

As long as he can get rid of the altar master, he can do anything.

He just needs the results, no matter what the process-- as long as he can kill each other!

Be careful to put away Fubao, everything is ready, only owe the east wind...

7: 30 a.m.

The Games in Gangnam University City will be officially opened.

Prior to the opening, it was customary for school-led speeches —— they were amazing things, and no matter how technologically developed, they were always ancient.

Usually, the opening remarks are “Next, I will briefly say two sentences", during which the students are tortured like drunk and desperate to die before finally pulling the prelude to the Games.

At 8: 40, the men's 5,000 metre long run race begins.

Song Shuhang arrived at the runway position under the crowd of three roommates and seven or eight boys with better relationships.

Roommates and classmates face silver smile, they are not fueling Song Shuhang at all, but to see how Book Hang has accumulated dog like on 5,000 meters of runway, it is best to run to the leg soft puke field, so that we can rejoice.

Five thousand meters is a tough race.

The runway is 400 meters in a circle, requiring a total of 12 1/2 laps.

It's a totally unpleasant competition program, without the excitement of a 100-meter run, and without the co-relay of men and women running joyfully. The distance is long and the pace is slow; there are fewer people watching and fewer girls watching the game.

Without the sights of girls, the male classmates in the game are even less motivated.

The other players chose a good position and Song Shuhang stood in Hao's position.

“Book navigation classmate, come on!” At this point, a crisp voice came along: "Try to come back first! ”

Sweet voices are particularly pleasant.

Song Shuhang looked up and found that the girl who had recently liked to compact with him was waving hard at him, her face filled with a young smile.

And there were four other girls around, and it looked like they had just seen other sports projects, and they were just passing by.

Luffy, I presume?

Song Shuhang smiled and thumbs up at her.

Roommates and several male classmates immediately took advantage of the opportunity.

Tubo and Ko had a different tone, pinched his voice, and learned the tone of landing Fei: “Book navigation classmate, come on! ”

“Try to come back first!” The others on the side also squeezed their voices and screamed.

Song Shuhang turned back to compare two middle fingers: “Why don't you die! ”

At this time, Song Shuhang's dark, strong classmate smiled at him: “Hey, first place? White Face, do you think 5,000 meters long runs are won by your face? ”

He put his muscle-strong legs together —— this is a leg that can be worked out after a long workout run, and this little white face with thin arms around it -- don't say 5,000 meters, it's choking enough to run a thousand meters.

“Little white face? About me?” Song Shuhang asked, he touched his face, because of the effect of the quenching fluid, his skin did become a little tender.

Turns out this guy's handsome is really gonna get in trouble?

Sailing nodded darkly and asked, "Are you envious of my skin? ”

“... envy you daisy? Would I envy a little white face like you?” Dark male classmates feel their frontal blues due to an instant hyperemia.

“Ha ha, don't worry, this nigger is jealous you have a sister to cheer for you. By the way, were you forced to come to the game by the class?” The face on the other side of the book sailing was slightly fat. At first glance, it was a classmate of the long-term residence who laughed and asked: “My name is Yang Sangfa, I'm from the computer department. ”

“Kind of, because nobody attended the 5,000 meters, and I was on leave again, so the 5,000 meters of men ran off on me. My name is Song Shuhang.” Shuhang replied with a smile.

“It's the same as falling from the sky.” Yang Sang wept in tears.

In the talking room, the teacher in charge of sending the gun sighed: “Stand by, get ready.”

All players in the starting position.

“Goddamn white face, I'm gonna show you what a 5,000 meter race is, and I'm gonna dump you at least one street this time!” Black classmates bite the dental canal.

“Throw me a block? At least 800 meters in a street, more than two laps?” Song Shuhang thought about it and considerately persuaded him: “Well, it's impossible, give up. ”

“Psst!” Yang Sang, slightly fat, couldn't help laughing.

“…” Black classmates almost bit their teeth.

‘Boom!’

Instruction shots fired.

Dark as a classmate, he ran forward at a speed of 100 meters. He has good endurance and runs well above average college students! This games game on campus has enough endurance to keep him ahead of the finish line at a speed of 100 meters and other athletes pulling away the desperate distance!

“Humph, shock, white face. It's just a friendly word to dump you on the street. If I really play my part, at least dump a little white face like you for more than four laps!” Dark as my classmates' hearts say.

Five thousand meters long, everyone needs to keep pace, nobody runs at 100 meters from the start. So the black classmates quickly pulled a long distance from the average player.

“How's it going, white face? Desperate!” Blackened classmates turned their heads confidently and wanted to see where the little white face had been dumped - the guy was young and white, probably hung at the end of the team eating ash?

However, as he turned his head, he found the little white face at a distance of one meter behind him, following him closely, inches away!

This little white face followed him?

“Huh? Are you nuts? At first, he actually followed me closely at the speed of the rush. With your strength, you'll run out in a lap.” Black as a classmate bites his teeth.

“Sprint?” Song Shuhang stunned and smiled gently: “No, I'm just running at a very normal speed, you don't have to worry about me. You look so puffy, I didn't think you cared about people. ”

Care about your father! Blacky is furious with his classmates.

“Dead ducks talk hard, see how long you can hold on! I hope you don't run a lap before you fall down!” Black classmates bite their teeth, estimate their strength in their hearts, and then speed up a little bit.

This little white face is definitely an outfit for a long run - but even so, he will never allow the other side to outrun himself. So get rid of him, get rid of this little white face far away!

Black classmates started sprinting up again.

Running nearly a hundred meters in a breath, he felt almost within his predicted range of health, and it was time to slow down a bit.

Must have thrown the white face away completely after all this distance?

Thinking, he turned his head and glanced.

This time around, his eyes would be eye-catching - he should have thrown the script away to eat the gray little white face, but it would still follow him one metre later, or he wouldn't be separated.

It feels like a dragonfly dying from a script, but it hasn't died several times!

“How is it possible that I'm hallucinating?” Blacky muttered.