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With enough money as a motivator, plus a means for the Brothers to boost their energy, and spiritual butterfly esteemers to send members to join the crew... you can imagine how efficient the crew will be when the movie starts shooting!

By then, this crew will be like a giant unhealed compressor, squeezing all the difficulties ahead!

Maybe in a few days, Song Shuhang will be able to film the movie he needs!

Unfortunately, the crew won't be here until tomorrow... I wish I could have gotten there earlier and started making that movie earlier.

“Can't rush.” The spiritual butterfly venerator sipped the tea.

Daughter Yoshiko Yu needs some time to prepare for the ferry. Such a long time is definitely enough to complete Song Shuhang Xiaoyou's movie.

His lovely daughter, instead of showing up on the movie screen with a bouquet of flowers —— in exchange, he would take her personally to the movie.

That's it... The world-class theatre group that took view of Song Shuhang's hometown, 'Niu Ding Shan, Wenzhou City’, was tempted by the immense monetary offense of the spiritual butterfly esteemed man plus all the means of the monk, and packed up the equipment that day, the wind and fire rushed to Jiangnan region.

Coming with the crew, there was also a foreign monk who joined the crew.

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9: 00 p.m.

Song Shuhang finished his training today. At the point of the white honor, he has already mastered the third layer of "Thirty-three Beasts Innate Qi Gong".

The next step is to become familiar with the third layer of "Thirty-three Beasts Innate Qi Gong", accumulate the true liquid in the sea of the real Qi, impacting the first pulse of "Xinghui Vein".

After bidding farewell to Baijong, Song Shuhang returned to his room and prepared to rest for one night.

On the way back to the room, the book sailed past Master Swallow's room and found the master's room lit up with exciting debates.

In addition to Master Swallow's voice, there is also a voice… which seems to be the voice of one of his best friends, Gao.

Isn't Kocoum drunk as mud, sleeping in his room? When did you get up and come to Master Tunyun's room? Sleepwalking?

No, Song Shuhang stopped to listen at the door for a while, and soon heard Master Tun Yun and Ko Someone were actually discussing the film's script story.

Looks like Gao is having a great conversation with the master.

This movie story, Gao has been fully committed.

Congratulations.

Song Shuhang did not disturb his best friend and master. He left quietly and went back to his room to rest.

In the early morning of August 11th, the night was quiet.

Only Master Tung Yun's room can hear Ko's voice communicating with the master. Both of them have not rested yet, and they are all very energetic. Looks like they're gonna be up all night.

Song Shuhang struggled to climb out of bed, rubbing his eyebrows, and gave a bitter smile.

It wasn't Gao or any of their discussions that bothered him.

--Song Shuhang is now completely unable to fall asleep, the eyebrow mental power has become more and more silver, which is the symbol of the spiritual strength promoted from three to four grades of spiritual strength.

Song Shuhang's physical condition has not improved easily. He still can't stand the growing spiritual strength. When his mental strength beats for a period of time, it will be like a little hammer smashing him in the head.

Song Shuhang, who was already sleepy, was knocked out. In fact, he has been unable to sleep peacefully for several days.

“The Dragon Demon needs to be captured quickly to get the Dragon Demon medicine.” Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart. Without dragon magic medicine, he would be tormented insane if he could not sleep alone.

He's only in three classes now. He can't stay awake.

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Song Shuhang, with a headache of insomnia, rubbed his temple to the balcony of the delicate fish villa.

At that time, he found a figure on the balcony of the villa biting a long pipe where he swallowed clouds of mist.

It's a red-faced resident.

Sensing the arrival of Song Shuhang, the public servant turned his head and looked to Song Shuhang, who was rubbing his eyebrows: “Can't sleep, too? ”

“Uh-huh.” Song Shuhang nodded.

“My husband, too, is much stronger than his physical strength. Every now and then, I feel like someone is hitting my husband in the head with their fists, which prevents him from resting properly.” The resident spit out a bite of white mist, grieving.

“I feel like every once in a while, there's a little hammer smashing my head.” Song Shu Hangdao.

They smile at each other and feel sorry for each other.

“Want some?” The resident shook his own long pipe: “If you want, I have a spare pipe here that I haven't used yet. ”

“Thank you, Senior, I don't smoke.” Song Shuhang waved with a smile.

“Then I won't give you a chance to waste my precious tobacco.” The resident smiled and continued to swallow the clouds.

After a moment, he dedicated himself to the Buddhist priest: “The trap has been laid, and we will catch it! ”

Song Shuhang cooperated and replied: “We will definitely have a good night's sleep. ”

“Ah, a good night's sleep. Sleep doesn't mean much to my husband now... but he hasn't slept well in nearly 30 years. Moreover, even closed training can be affected by mental power. My husband has had enough.” The housekeeper sighed and said: “My husband has activated the smell of his friends in the battle, so let's see if we can make a difference! ”

“We will succeed!” Song Shu Channel.

“We will succeed!” The devotee is equally determined.

They looked at each other again with a smile and their eyes filled with aspirations for a better future.

At this point, a voice came along: "Book sailing buddy, give justice buddy, what are you two doing? That's a funny laugh. ”

It is the voice of the white honored.

Song Shuhang looked up at the voice and found Senior Bai sitting on the rooftop platform of the villa with a bamboo tea cup in his hands, and the hot air in the cup slowly rose.

Next to Senior White, there is a small coffee table with some food, fruit, and a pot of boiling tea that is being cooked.

The gentle moonlight shines down, making Senior White like a dusty fairy.

“We were discussing how to capture, um...” When Song Shuhang said halfway, he suddenly thought of dedicating what the resident and he had discussed. If we catch the dragon demon by then, we would create a ‘dragon-tailed shadow' for the white honored as a surprise.

Surprise the white honored.

When I thought of this, Song Shuhang smiled mysteriously at Senior Bai: “Secret, Senior Bai. ”

But that's just the end of the story, Song Shuhang doesn't feel right - what can I hide about Dragon Demon and Bai Senior? When the dragon demon shows up, the white honored will naturally know.

The only thing he needs to keep secret from the White Honor is to make a 'dragon-tailed shadow' for Senior White.

So the Book Sail coughed and was about to explain the Dragon Demon to the White Honored.

“Secret? Well, then I won't ask too much.” The white man smiled and continued with a cup of tea, sipping lightly.

That's embarrassing.

Well, if the Dragon Demon shows up, the White Honored will see it, so let's talk about it then.

“Book sailing buddy, justice buddy, can't you sleep? Why don't you come sit down and have a cup of tea?” The White Honored invited.

“Sure.” Song Shuhang made a gentle leap, applied the "Gentleman's Mileage" body method, flying eaves walked the wall, and leaped a few times as lightly as a swallow, falling to the white honored.

Then he sat down and grabbed a big apple and chewed it up. More suitable for him than the pipe dedicated to the resident, after all, is the fruit, food and tea of Senior White.

The distant public servant smiled dry. He wiped out his pipe and followed Song Shuhang with his scalp to Baijong's side.

White honored gentle action, poured a cup of tea for Book Sailing and the resident, and placed it gently on the coffee table.

Thereafter, the honourable man regained his cup and gently blew the heat in the cup, sipping a small sip of tea and enjoying it.

Song Shuhang took the cup on the coffee table, similarly skilled to blow breath, a small sip.

The tea leaves of the White Venerable are not spiritual teas, but they are also a kind of spiritual tea. Song Shuhang only feels the smell of tea in his mouth.

“The whole thing came alive.” Song Shuhang exclaimed.

The resident also reached out and was ready to pick up the cup.

But all of a sudden, the resident's hands were stiff.

His face revealed joy.

“Something's coming!” Dedicated to Buddhist Taoism.

“Is the target here?” Song Shuhang also asked.

“I'm not sure, but this thing is coming for you, buddy. Even if it is not a goal, it certainly has a lot to do with it.” Dedicated to Buddhist Taoism.

After that, the dedicator leaped all the way to the rear of the villa.

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Behind the delicate villa, there are a team of seven shadows that are closing in on the trap set by the resident.

“That's right, I've sensed that smell. ”

“It is the breath of blood and resentment that stains our companions. ”

“He must be punished with the most brutal punishment! ”

“Whoever is infected with the blood of my people is the enemy of our global sea urchin warriors. He will not escape, his fate will be completely slaughtered by us. A mighty sea urchin warrior, no mercy! ”

“Not only him, but his family, all those who have ties to them, are doomed to die at the hands of our Haiku warriors! ”

“But if he kneels down and begs for forgiveness, let us cut off his head so that we Haiku warriors can forgive their families for their lives! ”

Seven shadows are constantly communicating.

In their interactions, they appeared most frequently with sentences such as' Kill your whole family, kill all your relatives and friends, cut off your head and apologize ’.

Soon, seven shadows approached the trap.

The moonlight shines, all seven shadows are dressed in black, and their heads are covered with blindfolded masks. Their heads are covered with black spikes. And they also had a black spike that looked like a hedgehog.

Sea urchin warrior, fear nothing!

Those who commit sea urchin warriors, whether they cross thousands of mountains or millions of waters, will be damned!