MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 590 Is this retribution?

The indigenous people are good.

The island owner of the year was still in the range of ‘humans, but the island owner in front of him was completely non-human.

In the face of such a terrible island owner, the sacred sacred work of a group of people has become a joke.

Even if each of them can hit the air with a punch, in the face of this non-human island owner, is still being slammed?

However, the first wave of shocks of the indigenous people has not been recollected, and more exaggerated things have emerged.

The island owner did not know where to get a piece of paper and threw it into the sky.

"The gods are the order, the gods are called!"

The yellow paper flew into the sky and fell into the clouds.

The next moment, a piece of golden lightning thundered the sky and landed on the island! Every thunder and lightning is with the power of destruction. The timid indigenous people are already holding their heads.

Summon lightning? The island owner can summon lightning!

Scorpio, is he a fairy?

But what does the island owner want to do? Summon lightning to marry him, can't think of it?

The thoughts of the indigenous people just started, but they saw the island owner raise his arm.

Then... The island owner waved his fist, punched and punched, and blasted to his thunder, and the road was broken.

Broken, broken!

All the indigenous people had already had Microsoft's knees, and finally couldn't hold back their weight... and finally they were still paralyzed.

When the **** of heaven was broken by the island owner, he turned and looked at the indigenous people. He asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing so many people together? Are the homework finished?"

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

At this time, the tall indigenous head in the brain, immediately replied: "The island owner, we just heard a huge bang, and then curious to come over and see."

In other words, he also made up his mind: "The island master, the gods, the world is unparalleled!"

"Yeah." The seven-year-old Fufu said with a slight smile. "Yes, I just heard a shouting screaming. It seems to be [to resist the cruel demon], what is going on?"

"Devil? What is the demon? We don't know at all." The tall indigenous one looked seriously.

"You don't know? It seems that I just practiced, the sound is louder, and then I got it wrong." The seven-year-old Fufu Lord nodded lightly.

All the indigenous people feel a deep sigh of relief anyway, as long as they get away with it.

At this time, the Seventh Fufu Lord asked: "Yes, the "Book of Songs" taught today, do you remember it? This "Book of Songs" has more unfamiliar words, and it will be difficult to learn."

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. We like to learn this "Book of Songs" most!" The tall indigenous people patted the chest.

The indigenous people behind are attached: "The sentence in The Book of Songs is the most beautiful, Guan Guan, in the river. I am a lady, a gentleman! How beautiful!"

“We have been discussing this topic today, and we look forward to the island owner to teach us more about the Book of Songs.”

"Yes, yeah, what the "Book of Songs" is, I like it the most!"

"I can't wait to study the Book of Songs every day!"

The indigenous people are arrogant and eager to express their interest and hobbies in this Book of Songs. And strongly urge the island owner to teach more points.

The head of the Seventh Fufu nodded silently: "I didn't expect you to like the "Book of Songs" so much."

After the meal, the owner seemed to have made a decision: "If this is the case, let us slowly finish the "Book of Songs"!"

The indigenous people want to cry, but they still have to smile.

At this time, the seven-year-old government gave them the last knife: "Actually, I was going to say goodbye to everyone this evening. Because my original wish is to teach everyone to read and learn to write. This wish has already been Finished, and the Book of Songs, in fact, is just that I want to teach everyone an opening, as the end of this teaching. I even booked a rich banquet as a separate feast."

"But, since everyone likes the Book of Songs so much, then I decided, and after I have taught it, I will say goodbye to everyone. Let us spend some more time together!"

All the indigenous people are dumbfounded.

"呜呜呜呜~" All the indigenous people suddenly burst into tears and cried, especially sad.

The seven-year-old predecessor sinful smile: "Ah, it looks like you are very touched. It’s good, I will try my best to teach you the Book of Songs, but I will treat you more strictly. You must be mentally prepared." ”

“呜呜呜呜” the indigenous people almost gratefully passed away.

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

I want to cry, sadness has been like the Lushan Waterfall.

The seven generations of the predecessors continued: "Well, the weather is not early, everyone goes back to rest. Write the homework early, we will go to class at five o'clock tomorrow. Because I don't have much time, so I will try to teach in half a month." The Book of Songs. So...the time for our class is a little earlier, the time for class is delayed a little, and the homework is a little bit more! Soon, you can finish the Book of Songs!"

"Oh." A lot of indigenous people have been holding big trees and crying into tears.

A lot of indigenous people are struggling against the big trees, and they can't wait to stun themselves.

"Life is always so beautiful." The seven-year-old predecessor exclaimed that he was right, and for the first half of the month, he could polish the **** diamond into the blood of the painting and calligraphy.

......

......

It’s hard, the indigenous people who died and died, and began to write homework with tears.

The Seventh Fufu Lord began to take off his practice clothes and exchanged his black trench coat.

"Innocent guys, I still want to resist this seat. In the next half of the month, I will let you taste the most popular **** cramming training in China. I have learned that you will see the contents of the Book of Songs nausea. The owner was so cool that he put on sunglasses.

After all, the Lord is ready to turn and return to his room.

At this time, suddenly there was a space crack around him.

The main face of the seven-year-old Fufu is tight, and a finger holds a crystal ring, and his eyes are fixed on the crack in the space.

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

The man looks elegant, but his eyes are red, full of madness and killing.

"It hurts and hurts. This wound is still not good. It has been upgraded to a higher level." After the scholarly student broke through the crack in the space, his face was severely painful.

It was the strong ‘borrowing’ of the existence of Song Shuhang’s ghost.

The injury on his back was the injury caused by Song Shuhang’s ‘identification secret law’. Ignore the defense, ignore the magic, and the pain of the wound is a thousand percent enlargement. There is no rule of law, and I can only bite my teeth.

"Book Hang Xiaoyou?" When the seven-year-old Fufu Lord saw the Qing people, I was a little surprised.

"Ah, sorry, you may admit the wrong person." The elegant book screamed and replied.

"Predecessors are embarrassed, but you are very much like a friend I know."

"Ah, then, maybe you didn't admit it. I am forcibly 'borrowing' a ghost of a small friend. Perhaps the ghost I am borrowing now is the book-small friend you know. So When you are in trouble, you will say something to the bookway friend, and I will borrow his ghost, but I will give it back to him later. I will pay the reward that will satisfy him. The scholars arched the arch of the seven-year-old Fufu.

The Seventh Fufu Lord: "..." The ghost can still be borrowed?

At this time, the scholars and scholars took out a map from the body and asked: "Yes, Daoyou. Are you in the East China Sea position, see a person who is almost like a student, but the guy is not Qing? According to my induction, he should now wander in the East China Sea."

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it." The seven-year-old Fufu shook his head and then kindly reminded: "Other seniors, here is the Pacific Ocean."

The scholars immediately found the location of the Pacific on the map: "..."

"That friend, I will take the first step. I don't have much time. I have to find the guy earlier. We will not do this." The elegant scholar gave a laugh, then reached out and tore open the space in front of him and drilled into it.

Before leaving, he turned his head and turned to the main body of the Seventh Fufu: "Yes, don't forget to say something to your little friend. I have always had a loan, and I have a good reputation. Let him put a hundred. Heart!"

The Seventh Life of the House: "..."

Tearing open the space, nine products robbed the fairy.

The seventh-born Fufu master gently touched the crystal ring in his hand. Even if he had a crystal ring with space transmission ability, he could not guarantee that he would escape in front of the nine-character robbery.

In the face of such a presence, I was shocked by a cold sweat.

The sigh of sighing, the seven-year-old government tried to calm down.

All, before he calmed down, he opened a larger space channel.

At the same time, there are a lot of tentacles coming out of this channel.

Come again? !

The seven-year-old Fufu master stares at the space channel.

The next moment, a huge glowing jellyfish was drilled out.

After she appeared, she looked around and looked at the seven-year-old Fuzhu: "Hey, friend of the road. Are you seeing a guy dressed up as a scholar?"

The seventh-born Fufu replied: "The words of the predecessors have just gone to the East China Sea."

"Thank you." The glowing jellyfish smiled and suddenly said: "Right, do you know a small friend called Song Shuhang?"

"Yes." The seven-year-old Fufu Lord nodded and was a book friend.

"No wonder, I saw some Fubao in his ‘one-inch shrinking bag’, which is full of your breath. Those Fubao do a good job. You are a very creative teacher.” Glowing jellyfish.

"Thank you for the praise of the predecessors."

"Then, I have to chase the guy dressed up by the scholar, we will not do it." The glowing jellyfish opened the tentacles, tearing the space and drilling into it.

After she disappeared, the seven-year-old Fuzhu had a long sigh of relief.

The two consecutive ones are limited to the legendary robbers, and the pressure is big.

Although these two robbers have tried their best to converge their breath. However, when the head of the house faced the robbing of the immortal, there was still a feeling of breathlessness... After all, it was that the extension could lead to his existence.

[Is this a retribution? The seventh-born Fufu master smiled and said that he just scared the indigenous people once, and then he was shocked by the two robbers. (To be continued.)