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Good for the indigenous people.

Back then, the island owner was still in the ‘human’ range, but the island owner in front of him was completely non-human.

Faced with such a horrible island owner, their group's covert ‘divine power’ became a joke.

Even if each of them punches out, they can still beat the air, face this non-human island owner, is it still for the hanging?

However, the first wave of shock among indigenous peoples has not yet come back, and more exaggerated things have emerged.

The island owner didn't know where to get a token paper and throw it into the sky.

“The divine charm is your command, and the divine thunder is called! ”

That yellow token flew into the sky and fell into the clouds.

The next moment, a piece of golden thunder breaks through the sky and lands on the island owner! Every lightning bolt carries the power of destruction. The cowardly natives have squatted their heads.

Summon lightning? The island owner can summon thunder!

Oh, my God. Is he a cactus?

But, Islander, what do you want? Summon Thunderbolt and smash himself. Can't you think about it?

The indigenous people had just come up with their thoughts and saw the island owner lift his arms.

Then... the islander waved his fist, one punch, one punch, and will blow to his thunder, smashing it all together.

Broken, broken!

All the indigenous people who had already had soft knees could no longer hold their weight… finally kneeling.

When Thunder the Heavenly Thunder was smashed by the owner of the island, he turned around and looked at the indigenous people, and he said, “Why are so many of you together? Have you finished your homework? ”

Native people look at me, look at you, I don't know how to answer.

At this point, the tall Aboriginal head moved cleverly and immediately replied: "Islander, we just heard a loud bang and were curious to follow. ”

In words, he also remembered his ass: "Lord of the island, the God-fearing world is unique! ”

“Hmm.” The Seven-Scene Buddhist Master smiled. "By the way, I heard a scream just now, and it seemed [to resist the brutal devil], what's going on? ”

“Devil? What is the devil? We have no idea.” The tall indigenous face takes seriously.

“None of you know? Looks like I just practiced, sounded louder, then misheard.” The Lord of the Seven Lives nodded faintly.

All indigenous people feel deeply relieved - in any case, as long as they get mixed up.

At this time, the Lord of the Seven Living Buddhists asked: "By the way, do you remember the Book of Poetry taught today? This" poem "has a lot of secluded characters, will it be difficult to learn? ”

“Not difficult, not difficult. We love to learn this poem!” The tall natives pat themselves on the chest canal.

The indigenous people behind them summed up: "The best sentence in the Book of Poetry is Guan Xuan, in the River Land. Ladies and gentlemen! How beautiful! ”

“We've been discussing this topic today, and we look forward to hearing more about it from island owners. ”

“Yeah, yeah, poetry or something, my favorite! ”

“I can't wait to learn poetry every day! ”

The indigenous peoples spoke with their hearts patted and expressed their interest and hobby for the Psalms. He urged the island owners to teach more.

The Lord of the Seven Lives nodded silently: “I didn't expect you to like the Book so much. ”

After a pause, the homeowner seemed to have made a decision: "In that case, let's slowly finish this poem! ”

Indigenous people want to cry, but they have to laugh.

At this point, the Lord of the Seven Lives made up their last sword: “Actually, I was going to say goodbye to you this evening. Because my original wish was to teach people how to read and learn to write. This wish has been fulfilled, and the Book of Poetry, I just want to teach you a beginning, as the end of this teaching. I even booked a big banquet as a separate banquet. ”

“But since you like the Book so much, I've decided to teach it before saying goodbye. Gentlemen, let's spend some more time together! ”

All the indigenous people are foolish.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Seven Living Charms Senior Evil smiled: “Ah, you seem very touched. Great, I'll do my best to teach you the Book of Poetry, but I'll also treat you more strictly, and you have to prepare yourselves. ”

“Woo-hoo-hoo." The natives almost passed out grateful.

If they don't come out tonight to die, this demon is ready to leave...

I want to cry, sadness has been like the Great Falls of Lushan reflux.

Seven Living Talisman continued: "Well, it's getting late. Let's all get some rest. Finish your homework early and we'll be in class tomorrow at 5: 00. Because I don't have much time, I try to teach poetry within half a month. So... we'll be a little early for class, a little late for class, and a little more homework! Soon you'll finish your poetry book! ”

“Whoo-hoo.” Many indigenous people have embraced the tree and cried into tears.

Numerous indigenous people hit the trees so hard that they couldn't help but knock themselves out.

“Life is always so beautiful.” Seven Living Talisman exclaimed - just in time for the last half month, he could grind ‘Blood Diamond' into the blood ink of the Book Talisman.

……

……

Easily, the indigenous people who died crying spread out and began to write their homework in tears.

Lord Qisheng began to take off his exercise clothes and change his old black trench coat.

“Naïve guy, still trying to resist this seat. For the next half-month, we're going to give you a taste of Huaxia's most popular hell-filled duck training until you see the Poetry.” The owner was cool with his sunglasses.

Go ahead, the Buddha is going to turn around and return to his room.

At this point, a space crack suddenly opened up next to him.

The Lord of Seven Living Buddhists looked tight and pinched a crystal ring with his fingers, his eyes staring at the space crack.

The next moment, a man in a Confucian shirt stepped out of a space crack.

The man's face is elegant, but his eyes are red, full of madness and killing.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. They've all been promoted to higher ranks.” After the elegant writer drilled out the space crack, his face suffered severe pain.

It was that strong man who ‘borrowed’ Song Shuhanglingi's presence.

The injury on his back was caused by Song Shuhangna's "appraisal secret method". Ignoring defense, ignoring demons, the pain of the wound is even more magnified by a thousand percent, there is no rule of law, can only bite the teeth hard.

“Book sailing buddy?” When the Lord of the Seven Living Buddhists saw the people clearly, he was somewhat surprised.

“Ah, I'm sorry, Daoist. You may have the wrong person.” The elegant writer grinned and replied.

“Sorry, sir, you just look a lot like a friend I know. ”

“Ah, well, maybe you're right. I forcibly ‘borrowed’ a ghost of a little street buddy this time. Perhaps the ghost I'm borrowing right now belongs to the book navigator you know. Well, please tell the book navigator I lent him the ghost, but I'll return it to him in a few moments. He will also be paid to his satisfaction.” The elegant scholars arched their hands towards the Lord of the Seven Living Buddhists.

Lord of the Seven Lives: “…” Can spiritual ghosts still be forced to borrow?

At this time, Joya took another map out of her body and asked out loud: "That's right, Taoist. Did you see a guy in the East Sea dressed like me, but that guy was insane? By my senses, he should be roaming the East Sea by now. ”

“I'm sorry, I didn't see that.” The Lord of the Seven Lives shook his head and then warned in good faith: "Another senior, this is the Pacific Ocean. ”

Joya immediately searched the map for a Pacific location: “…”

“That friend, I'm going first. I don't have much time. I need to find that guy sooner. Let's not get over it.” Joya laughed dry, then reached out, ripped open the space in front of her and drilled into it.

Before proceeding, he turned his head again to the Lord of Seven Living Buddhists: “By the way, don't forget to say something to your little friend. I always have a reputation for borrowing and paying back. Give him a hundred hearts! ”

Lord of the Seven Lives: “…”

Tear the space apart. Nine pints to rob a fairy.

The Seven Lives Buddha gently touched the crystal ring on his hand. Even his crystal ring, which has the ability to convey space, cannot guarantee his life in front of the Nine Pints Theft Immortal.

In the face of this existence, I was unconsciously frightened and sweaty.

The unseen sighed, and the Seven Living Buddha tried to calm himself down.

All in all, before he calmed down, he had a bigger space passage cracked open next to him.

At the same time, there are many tentacles that emerge from this passage.

Again?!

The Seven Living Buddhists stare at the space passage.

The next moment, a giant luminous jellyfish drilled out.

After she showed up, she looked around and looked back at the Seven Life Buddhist Master: "Yo, Taoist. Did you see a guy dressed like a schoolboy? ”

Lord Qishengfu replied: “The seniors' words have just gone to the East Sea location. ”

“Thank you.” The luminous jellyfish smiled, suddenly adding: “By the way, do you know a friend of mine named Song Shuhang? ”

“Yes.” Nodded the Lord of the Seven Living Buddhist Palace - another book-saving friend?

“No wonder I saw some figurines in his' one inch shrink bag 'filled with your breath. Those puppets are doing great. You're a very creative fighter.” Luminous jellyfish lane.

“Thank you, seniors.” Seven Living Buddhist House main excitement.

“Well, I'm going after the guy who dressed up as a scholar, so let's not get over it.” The luminous jellyfish tentacles open, tearing open the space and drilling into it with one end.

When she disappeared, the mayor of Qisheng Fu was relieved.

Two consecutive people are limited to the appearance of the legendary Legendary Theft Immortal. It's stressful.

Though these two fairy robbers have tried to keep their breath in check. But when the master faced the immortal robbery, he still had a feeling that he could not breathe... After all, that would kill his existence if he extended his finger.

Is this payback?] The master of the Seven Living Buddhists laughed bitterly - he had just frightened the indigenous people once, and was immediately frightened by the two looters.