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Song Shuhang looked at the body of four immortals and did not find the ‘all-over glass, thorough inside and outside’ gold body. Originally, he was wondering if he had a chance to see the body of a Glass scholar.

“These four are the bodies of Confucian Thirteen Thirteen Immortals?” Song Shuhang leaned over his eyes and looked at Sister Bai Long.

Sister Bai Long shook her head: “Thirteen Thirteen Thieves, I only recognize one or two of them. ”

“I barely know one of them.” Song Shu Hangdao.

No way, at this time, only summons the Fairy of Creation. Though it may hurt her to see things.

“Come out, Fairy Maker!” Song Shuhang called.

Half a mile later.

No movement.

The fairies resist appearance.

Pills, how do we inspect them?

I should have brought a Confucian.

“Don't worry, you can't trust my character?” The heavenly emperor staggered his legs with a handkerchief and a smile.

Song Shuhang seriously blinked.

You have an ex-con.

Then his long hair curled up and turned into an arm, touching four golden robbers.

Although not a real arm, it can be used as long as he actively activates the 'authentication secret'.

Moreover, he does not need to identify how detailed the content is.

All he had to do was determine the information, and there was only one -- that is, four things to rob the Immortal Golden Body, wasn't it the Confucian Thirteen to rob the Immortal?

Just know 'yes’ or ‘no’.

Nor will it cost much.

Authentication secret activated.

The next moment, Song Shuhang's cheek showed a few shallow wounds in the sky.

The wound exuds a little blood bead, but heals quickly.

Su Shi A XVI pulled out the champagne and gently wiped the blood beads off Song Shuhang's face.

The results of the appraisal came to Song Shuhang's mind.

[Confucian Thirteen Robberies of Immortal Golden Body] x 4.

Under Song Shuhang's control, the authentication information did not go any further - mainly he now has only a head, less blood, and cannot afford a large flow of authentication secrets.

In the past, the identification cost of the whole body's blood spray level, if it was all concentrated on the head, could instantly make his head dry.

Unless he uses a smoke incarnation.

But now his neck is attached to the 'Core World' fountain without diminishing the pain.

As soon as you use the smoke incarnation, your neck will be pulled out. Without the "living spring" to reduce the pain, the loss of the severe pain of the body can make Song Shuhang instantly shed tears, the painful price paid is bigger, it is not cost-effective.

Heavenly Emperor stared silently at Song Shuhang.

Her face remained calm.

But her heart wasn't as calm as it seemed.

Song Shuhang just used... is indeed a time related secret.

Moreover, by carefully desensitizing, she can implicitly sense that Song Shuhang's 'time mystery' is the same as her ‘way of time'.

“Determine that the goods are fine.” Song Shuhang nodded.

He looked at the heavenly emperor and wondered what she was up to if the goods were all right.

Next, Song Shuhang used ‘Hair Palm’ to bring four Confucian gold robbers into the core world. Then he thought about it, transferring all the ‘ancient heavenly shrapnel' that the Confucian family later gave him, with the exception of 'Heart Demon Hole’ and ‘Gravity Palace’.

Each ‘Heavenly Piece' is shrunk to spherical size by Buddhist magic.

Lots of heavenly shreds fell in front of the Emperor.

Song Shu Hangdao: “The Confucian goods are here, please accept them. ”

Tian Tian glanced and nodded silently, "It's all heavenly debris, yes, quantitatively, almost. ”

Apparently, she had already investigated the Confucian family and knew how many 'ancient heavenly fragments’ the Confucian family had moved in.

This number, together with the pieces she had previously secretly removed, is essentially the same.

“Well, the deal is done.” Song Shuhang fisted with his hair and palms: “Goodbye! ”

“Senior Song, don't rush off.” The Emperor swapped her legs up and down, and she kept smiling: "I haven't given you my reward yet, do you want it? ”

“Almost forgot.” Song Shuhang smiled dry.

God struck a ringing finger.

A bonsai appeared in front of Song Shuhang.

It's a carved body, an emulsified eye, an umbilical mouth. It had a piece of green leaf that was supposed to have fruit, but it looked like it had been removed.

“Looks like a piece of art.” Su Shi 'a commented on 16 points.

This sophisticated, natural-inspired body is more acceptable.

Otherwise, if Song Shuhang switched muscles, the painting style would be uncomfortable.

“Can I just put my head on it and use it?” Song Shuhang asked.

Tian Tian smiled: “To use it, you have to think about it yourself, if you want me to give you instructions for use, but you have to pay for it. ”

Song Shuhang Lian shook his head - forget the instructions for use.

He stretched out his hair palm and transferred this carved body to his core world as well.

“So this time, the real deal is done. We have a reason to see each other.” Song Shuhang hugged Kung Dao again.

Su Shi A XVI lifted his head, flew with the knife and headed outside the Immortal Boat Palace.

A moment later.

The heavenly emperor rose from the throne to the side of those 'heavenly fragments’.

She bent over and picked up a piece and patted it gently on top.

The light screen on the layer of 'Buddhist Divinity' outside the heavenly shrapnel disappeared, and the volume of the shrapnel began to skyrocket.

The Emperor reached out and pressed on the fragment, seemingly drawing something from it.

But a moment later, she frowned slightly.

In the hand, the heavenly garden debris is growing in size.

The heavenly heaven reached out and the heavenly shrapnel disappeared… it was transmitted directly by her spatial means into her reconstructed 'ancient heavenly garden’ and mounted on the location puzzle that belonged to it.

[With the passage of time, some of the ‘Heavenly Pieces’ have disappeared.] The Heavenly Emperor exclaimed.

Then she picked up the second ‘heavenly fragment’ and repeated the process above.

Smash.

Frown.

The heavenly garden fragments have grown larger.

Then she shifted the heavenly shrapnel in one hand.

Coincidence?] The Heavenly Emperor's heart is hidden.

Then she picked up the third… the fourth.

Repeat the steps above.

After the fourth, the flavorless smile appeared in the corner of the Emperor's mouth.

One, two, even three can be coincidences.

But it couldn't have been a coincidence that someone had done something to her heavenly shreds.

She was also pitted.

Interesting. Interesting.

To be honest, she didn't hate the feeling, but she loved the drama of God.

Such a plot would make her more enjoyable.

“Senior Song Yo.” The heavenly emperor raised his head and looked to Song Shuhang, who had flown outside Xianzhou Palace.

Her voice rang directly in Song Shuhang's ear: “Can you explain why one thing is missing from my 'Heavenly Piece’? ”

“Did the Confucians do it? Or Song, Senior, Senior, are you making a mistake in the dark?” The voice of God, the knife hidden in the soufflé.

[Missing something?] Song Shuhang didn't have to think about it, he immediately thought about a possibility.

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Looking back, I found the monthly ticket at the light.