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“Wait, isn't that young man bald too? Aren't you a monk?” Chicken eighteen doubts point to Song Shuhang on the screen.

This young man's big bald head shines bright and reflects the rays of the sun. This slippery head, at first glance, is the standard monk head.

Niu Er chuckled again: “Brother Chicken, this bald head is newly shaved. Can't you even see that your eyes are weak? ”

Chicken eighteen mouth twitchy —— Nima, this bald head is always reflecting the pungent sunshine, Niu Er, how the hell does this guy know that this bald head is newly shaved?

“Don't pull any more.” The wolf clapped his hands: "Everyone rest and regain strength today. Eagle Six, Rabbit Twenty-eight, send the new equipment to everyone. Tomorrow... action! ”

Everyone present nodded silently, Hawk Six and Rabbit Twenty-eight stood up and offered a black leather case.

Eagle Six's box is huge. When opened, it contains a grenade and a variety of guns, ranging from ordinary models of pistols to rifles, microflushes, snipers, and a variety of styles.

In fact, ordinary single-handed firearms are just a toy for high-ranking monks, but for monks with less than two classes, they can cause enormous damage.

Wolf One, they are not ancient monks, they are now incomplete in the inheritance of 33 animal gods. In order to accomplish their mission, they often resort to powerful modern weapons.

On the other side, Rabbit 28 also opened the black box. She had a tiny box, and the contents were even simpler, two stacks of about fifty thick cards.

This is a low-order figurine and the material used is also very rough. A Hard Paper Size Bubble activates a Shield approaching the third grade at a time.

“Each picks a weapon to take advantage of, each carrying two more defensive figurines. Try to save whale eight and shark nine.” The wolf clapped his hands and sank his voice.

He was covered in water, but his heart was dripping blood - guns and other things could be obtained from arms dealers in some countries. But those figurines are treasures. They're not easy to get. Be sure to scrape back as much as you can from the False Sword Pie.

Then, with the exception of Sheep 7, the members went forward and picked several weapons to take advantage of, and then picked two more figurines to wear on them.

Once you have selected your gear and figurines, everyone will spread out and rest in the various small rooms of the submarine to cultivate the essence.

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Most of the members left only Wolf One, Sheep Seven, Cow Two and Snake Twenty-three.

“Sheep 7, did you find that little girl with Chu's family name?” The wolf asked.

Sheep 7 stretched his finger on the keyboard and replied, “I've found it, in this tent. ”

In the talking room, the images in Chuchu's tent were projected onto the screen.

Chu Chu lay weak in bed and could see how badly she was injured. Your chest is squeezed into a tablet. You're lucky you're not dead.

Upon seeing Chu Chu's face, the wolf nodded with comfort: “Looks like she's badly injured... surely she can't catch up with the ‘Cut Sendai’ battle between the swordsmen and the Chu family. In this way, our task is complete. Only then, when the Sendai competition begins, this Chu girl with the family name will not be able to come to power, and we will get the task reward from the dashing sword pie. ”

That's the only good news for Wolf One today.

“Also, Sheep Seven, you hide the rest of the reconnaissance device, monitor the island, we can use it tomorrow… keep an eye on the young man and the little monk.” The wolf made a sound.

The sheep nodded carefully and hid the remaining three scouts.

Lost one tortoise type, the remaining three should be careful not to be destroyed again, this is a few special precious advanced technology products that are difficult to buy with money.

On the sunset, a new day begins.

July 17th, cloudy.

The hot sun is occasionally covered by thick cloud tactics, making people feel slightly cooler today.

Song Shuhang left the tent early in the morning and practiced hard. After finishing his training, he returned to the camp with a lot of sweat.

In the camp, the beans are also practiced in Tuna...

He saw the book sail back, and he said, “Book sail, Wong, these two days you've been practicing harder. Are you excited? ”

“I'm not stimulated, I just feel motivated by the workouts these days.” Song Shuhang hey hey smile.

Song Shuhang was not struck, but practiced harder after knowing that he had missed the best golden age for cultivation.

Now that it's too late to start, it's time to work harder. The word "hard work" is not entirely correct, but it also makes sense. Besides, it started later than others. If you don't practice harder, you'll have to be thrown further away by others...

Song Shuhang stretched out a lazy waist and said, “I don't want to wait until Senior Bai clears the gate next time, my grave will be green grass, then Senior Bai will burn incense to my grave ~ ~"

“Don't worry, Wang, it won't be green grass.” Doudou took it seriously.

Song Shu Hangdao: “Thank you. ”

Doudou, I sometimes say something nice.

“Because if you want a bean, you'll remember to go up to your grave every year and mow the grass. Don't worry, you don't have to thank me, Bendou is very helpful.” The small beans, shooting Song Shuhang's calf...

Song Shuhang: “…”

No ivory comes from the mouth of an ordinary dog, and no ivory comes from the mouth of a bean, which he simply cannot remember.

At this time, the distant monks had just returned from training. On the way to practice, if you can't walk backwards, you can retreat, and almost no one is lazy.

As soon as the monk arrived, he embraced Song Shuhang in an unequal manner: "Senior Doudou nonsense, Brother Shuhang would not die so early. Brother Song Shuhang is a good man, he will surely live a hundred years! ”

Song Shuhang just wanted to cheer you up.

At this point, the beans laughed: “Mmm-hmm, long live ‘hundreds’ years. Hundred years later, Master Song Shu? ”

“Senior Doudou, that's not what I meant!” Little monks are in a hurry, and serious little faces are full of grievances.

Song Shuhang knelt down and rubbed the beans' head: “Beans, don't bully Xiao Fruit. By the way, how much food did we have yesterday? How about we change the flavors in the morning, barbecue one or two meals is fine, the meals are a little unbearable. ”

The little monk nodded forcefully at the side: "Yes, and it's easy to get on fire to eat a BBQ all the time. And it can easily cause a recurrence of hemorrhoids, which is horrible. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Doudou is serious about Song Shuhang's teeth: “Don't touch my head... you are not Huangshan Dayi, be careful I bite you. Don't you know the dog's head? Only the servant can touch it? ”

And then the beans said, “We don't have much food. We need to get some more. Unfortunately, it would be nice not to have Xuexian here. If she were here, even if every meal was barbecued, she would be able to do something different and definitely not taste tired. ”

“No Snow Fairy? The one at the fairy feast?” Song Shuhang remembered that Su Shi Aqi had promised to take him to the Bushu Xianqi food fairy feast, which seemed like a very classy feast between monks?

Song Shuhang wrote it down because Xuexianqi's serial number is very good.

“That's her, unfortunately the Baizhou did not have the answer and she double-fixes... Wang, otherwise, if she double-fixes with the Baizhou, all the Daoists in the Jiuzhou No. 1 group will have mouth blessing.” The beans licked their lips and sipped.

“Ha-ha-ha.” Song Shuhang smiled softly - almost forgot about it. When you eat fairy feast, don't talk to Xuexian Jiti about the ‘white honored'.

The woman with the broken heart is horrible, what if she hates him because of love and then, by the way, hates the innocent passers-by A too? He doesn't want food poisoning.

“Since there are no more ingredients, I'll go get some food. I'll go down to the sea and see if I can get some seafood.” Song Shuhang said, practicing his sweat, going to the sea for a swim would definitely be great - after a night of relief, he was finally not so sensitive to ‘fish'.

But Song Shuhang's teeth are still furious.

“Okay, be safe in the ocean.” Doudou.

In the talking room, the bean mouth rose and its eyes swept through several corners.

There are two insects and a seabird.

How dare you send a reconnaissance plane to the island and treat yourself and Senior White as blind?

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Song Shuhang only wore a pair of pants and walked to the beach.

Senior White is still sitting on a reef above the sea, sitting with his hands on his knees, gazing at the end of the horizon, quietly deafening.

“Good morning, Senior White.” Song Shuhang waved.

Bai Zhuang turned his head and looked at Song Shuhang, looking at Song Shuhang: “Are you going to go to sea? ”

“Well, yesterday it was the beans and the little monk, so I'll take care of it this morning. I want to go down to sea and get some seafood.” Song Shuhang laughed.

“Well, then I'll prepare the ingredients for noon.” The White Honored. Then the venerable prompted the Book Channel: "By the way, Book Sailing. Today's weather forecast is that there will be a tsunami a hundred meters from our island. Be careful, don't swim too far. ”

Weather forecast? There's a big tsunami 100 meters around our island?

Needless to say, which weather station would be idle to predict the weather on an unidentified island in the East Sea - and importantly, in which country would the tsunami range be precise to the metre range?

Song Shuhang stared bitterly at Bai Zhuang. Looks like Senior Bai is going to make a big mistake.

Seeing Song Shuhang smile bitterly, Bai Zheng smiled: “Okay, don't be afraid. You come here.”

Song Shuhang came to Baijong.

White Honor reached out and touched out a transparent tattoo sticker... This thing is long missed. Not long ago, the 3D gourd pattern of "Ten Thousand Miles of Flying Skills" prepared by White Senior for him was printed on this transparent tattoo sticker.

Are we going to have another "Miles of Flying" this time? In the meantime, the white dignitary has applied the sticker to his chest.

After tearing off the transparent tattoo paper, Song Shuhang's chest appeared like a flying sword - did you change the pattern this time? It's great that it's not a cubic gourd.

“Senior White, what is this time?” Song Shuhang asked.

“There are no names yet.” Bai Zhuang thought about it and said: "Well, this is called the one-time Song Shuhang version 001. ”