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In these days, the content of the circle of hair friends wants to attract everyone's attention. The title must be frightening and the posture must be beautiful.

This message satisfied the above two points, and Lu Tianyu curiously clicked in.

Then he saw several pictures in a row.

Pictured are the scenes of logistics companies transporting sedans, with a total of nine trucks used to transport sedans, each carrying about five different types of sedans. The pictures are very clear and you can see that these sedans are all luxury cars.

But the most obvious is not the more than thirty sedans. Instead, there were three trucks, a wind puller hand tractor, a small excavator and a thick bulldozer.

These three cars are stuck in a convoy of crane chickens, and they are stunning.

This circle of friends message also briefly describes that all these luxury cars are purchased in one go by a mysterious person from the Gangnam area. These include the armrest tractor, excavator and bulldozer...

Lu Tianyu was stunned and immediately remembered Song Shuhang's hand tractor, as well as the dozens of Song Shuhang's 'vehicle license' when the car was dumped.

“Turns out we're already investing.” Lu Tianyu sighed.

Estimate... hand tractors are good, luxury cars of all kinds, should be the experiment used by the investor to develop technology for Song Shuhang and his friends?

Knowledge is power, technology is wealth.

Lu Tianyu turned off his phone in the dark. It would be better if his father didn't know about this. Otherwise, Lu might have to be stimulated again, and he hid in the house quietly and depressed.

There is a small bamboo grove downstairs by the Song Shu navigator, which is the ordinary water bamboo that Song Daddy got off the mountain. Earlier in the year, Song Daddy suddenly arose and came every day to trim and nurse.

But then, when it was over, they were left to die for themselves. Good thing these bamboo are stubborn, even if nobody cares, they can grow well.

“Which one?” Song Shuhang asked how he wanted to see Yoshiko Yu make these ordinary bamboos into 'defensive formations'.

“I'll look.” Soft feathers close their eyes and then when they open, the color of their pupils turns into a diamond-light structure.

Is this magic? Or Sooko Yu's "Eye Talent"? Or the ability of those two ‘contact lenses' in her eyes?

After a while, Yoshiko Yu pointed to one of the promising bamboo sticks: “It's the most powerful wooden system in this bamboo! ”

Song Shuhang nodded, lifted the knife and broke it, gently chopped it on the bamboo, and cut it off.

“What's next?” Song Shuhang asked.

"“ Senior, give me the knife. ”

Song Shuhang's delivery of bamboo knife crushing - this Moon Knife Sect Town Zongbao knife, since following Song Shuhang, chopped onions and cut bamboo, is also a kind of experience of a kitchen knife life.

Yoshiko Yu took over the knife and carried it like a flying knife.

Brush a few times, the knife flashes. Soon, bamboo was shaved off into pieces of bamboo. These bamboo chip sizes and ancient bamboo miniature sizes.

Later, Yuzuko's pupils changed again, and twenty bamboo strips were picked out of many short bamboo pieces.

“Well, that's about enough for us.” Yoshiko Yu was satisfied: “Go, let's go back to the room and arrange the formation. ”

Song Shuhang took the broom and swept the remaining bamboo parts of the ground to the corner.

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Upon returning to the room, Yuzuko pulled out the demonic beast hairpin and took out a special ink that was blended with medicine, and began to write the inscription on the bamboo strip.

“By the way, do you need me to stay out of this?” Song Shuhang asked.

In the realm of cultivation, whether it's kung fu or dao, it's something that needs to be highly confidential. Stealing kung fu and Taoism is taboo.

“No, sir. This defensive array is something I've adapted a very common defensive array to get, which is not very advanced. No need to hide.” Yoshiko Yu replied.

When she said that, Song Shuhang stayed on her side with a thick face and watched her engrave the inscription - he didn't want to steal the master, he was just curious, wondering how the defensive method was made!

When Yoshiko Yu wrote the inscriptions, Song Shuhang could see each of her writings, and the tip of the pen had a faint light flashing. That's how she works, fusing special ink writing. Every time you write a word, the tip of the pen is like a knife, engraving the character directly on the bamboo brief, and that special ink also blends into the bamboo chip.

This principle should be the same as when he uses' Palm Thunder ’, drawing‘ Thunder 'on the palm with the force of Qi and blood. And that special ink can carry the power of true qi, fusing the wood properties of bamboo strips to form a defensive formation method.

After all, different defensive formations and ‘palm thunder' require ‘enduring’ power, and it is also necessary to maintain the true qi in 'symbols’ without losing it too quickly for reasons of time.

A total of more than 200 symbols, constituting a small article, just filled with twenty bamboo strips, constituting a volume of bamboo brief.

“Done!” Yoshiko Yu breathed a satisfactory sigh of relief on Bamboo Jane.

Each of the ink marks flashed with fluorescence, and it was beautiful, and it looked like a piece of art.

“All right?” asked Song Shuhang. He really didn't stop looking at it.

“Well, just activate it at the end. But, seniors, the power above Bamboo Jane can only last about two days. In these two days, you will have to find a way to move the white honor elsewhere.” Yoshiko Yu replied.

Song Shuhangton relieved himself: “Two days is enough, by then the White Honourable will have finished shutting down. ”

--As long as Senior White doesn't close, suddenly it feels: Oops, the weather is so beautiful today, it always feels good for closing. Then all of a sudden, if you're going to shut it down for another year... no problem!

“Then I'll activate it!” Yu Soft finger raised two index fingers in front of his chest, silently read a spell in his mouth, drinking softly: “Bamboo Jane Array, rise! ”

As she softly drank, Bamboo Jane spread on the desktop was drawn by a force, and floated to Soko Yu's face, one swing up. Each bamboo strip is also beautifully connected by light.

“Go!” Yoshiko Yu said, referring to the white man lying in bed.

Bamboo spreads apart and turns into a circle, covering the entire white honored person in Bamboo Jane.

“Well, then, even if Senior White accidentally revealed a little ‘real fantasy’, it wouldn't affect anyone outside the Zhujian Array.” Yoshiko Yu clapped her hands.

Song Shuhang finally relaxed his breath: “Thank you, Yoshiko Yu, you've been a great help. ”

“Hee-hee, you're welcome, seniors.” Yoshiko Yu closed her eyes with a smile.

The time passed quickly and soon reached noon time.

Today's lunch dish is extraordinarily rich, much richer than yesterday's lunch when Old Lu arrived as a guest.

“Shuhang, bring Yoko Yuba out for dinner.” Mama Song called out.

When Song Shuhang brought Yoko Yu out, the family sat down.

“What, your friend's not up yet?” Mama Song frowned slightly and asked.

“Wake up, but he's just getting up a little confused and slow. When he's done combing, come out and eat!” Song Shuhang laughed.

Song Mama nodded and focused her attention on Yoshiko Yu... After all, Yoshiko Yu deserves more attention than that man Song Bai.

After dinner, Song Shuhang picked up the food quickly. That pose was like a hungry man for days!

In 30 seconds at most, he's finished eating.

“Mom, I'm eating. I'll get my friend out for dinner.” Song Shuhang called.

“How did you eat so fast?” Mama Song stared - eating so fast, leaving her on the table all by herself, what does that mean?

Luckily, Yu Zozi talked to Song's mother for a long time in the morning. After Song Shuhang left, she didn't look embarrassed either.

Song Shuhang rushed back to his room quickly.

A moment later.

A faint-faced white dignitary comes out of the room.

Long-haired, handsome and picturesque, just like the cactus in the painting, it seems to have a faint tiredness on its face.

“Uncle, aunt. Sorry to bother you so much these past few days.” The man named ‘Song Bai' came to the dining room, sorry to laugh.

Daddy Song laughed: “It's okay, it doesn't bother me. Since I'm a friend of Book and Navigation, I'll take this as my own home. ”

Mother Song immediately got up again and gave ‘Song Bai' a bowl of rice: “Don't be constrained. Where's Song Shuhang's boy? ”

“Thank you, Auntie. Book Sailing. He just got back to his room. Huh.” Song Bai took the job and smiled - it was that smile that was a little dry.

Yoshiko Yu buried her head on the side, looking like she wanted to laugh and struggle.

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Easy to finish dinner.

Zhao Yaya helped Song Mama into the kitchen to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and Song Bai and Yoshiko Yu returned to Song Shuhang's room.

Once in the room, Sooko Yu lay down beside the bed and laughed loudly.

In bed, the White Honored is still in the lockdown of aesthetics.

Behind him, 'Song Bai' removed a chest needle shaped thing, and the illusion spread, revealing Song Shuhang's appearance.

Sooko Yu smiled for a while and looked up and learned Song Shuhang's attitude and tone of taking over the job just now: “Thank you Auntie! Book Sailing he just went back to his room and something happened. Hee-hee... Senior Song, how does it feel to call your mother ’aunt’ in person? ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Right now, on the other side, in a moving luxury bin.

Gao one of his silly faces * lay in the seat, his petite girlfriend bud clothes snuggled in his arms, already sleeping sleepy.

“Why are you here!” A certain low pressure bites the incisor canal.

By his side, a couple of hybrids.

Ko's least willing to admit green plum bamboo horse - Zhuge Yue.

And Zhuge Zhongyang, his most wanted best friend.

“Ha-ha-ha, you think you can get out of my hand by changing your phone number? That's naive, Kocoum!” Zhuge Yue laughed proudly.

Zhuge Zhongyang on one side said: "Come on, Mr. Gao. I've got tickets for you and your classmates to the East Sea! ”