Chapter 235: It seems to be mixed with strange things!
Xiao Li’s teacher stared at the sword at his feet. Is this sword good?
Moreover, under the illumination of the light, Jianfeng can reflect the glare of the ray! Looking at this selling phase, it is a peerless sword that blows hair and breaks hair.
Sting on the body, will it be dead? Xiao Li’s teacher is extremely worried.
If it is acting, don't you need to take the real guy? Although I heard that some abnormal actors will use some real weapons in order to make a real sense, at least people are not driving!
Therefore, Xiao Li’s teacher screamed quickly: “Wait, boy, are you misunderstood? I am not a white, and I am not an actor. If it is a theater, I am just accidentally entering the theater, unknown. The dragon of truth!"
However, if the youth of the green shirt is not picked up at the ‘G’ point, oh! If he doesn't say the key words, he won't stop to change the story.
"Little white, look at the sword!" The young man in the green shirt raised his sword, and a flash of his body moved to the front of Xiao Li’s instructor. Then he saw that he reached out and shook his sword. The sword was turned into three, and the three swords were small. Li teacher's shoulders, abdomen, and thighs.
Xiao Li’s instructor is just an ordinary person, and he simply avoids the fast sword of the young boy. He is like a wooden man, straightforward to bear the sword of the young man.
Then, his shoulders, abdomen, and thighs splashed out of blood...
pain!
Then, Xiao Li’s faculty’s bachelor’s fall to the ground, a painful scream – what is it with, what is my hatred? What resentment? When I got up, I took the sword and scolded me?
Fortunately, the young boy in the green shirt is just ‘Let Xiaobai train the sword’. There is no dead hand, just use the tip of the sword to puncture the muscles slightly and puncture the flesh.
The young man in the green shirt took the sword and looked at the little Li teacher who was lying on the ground. "Hey? Why don't you hide?"
Hide a fart, I can't even see the sword!
"Oh..." Xiao Li’s teacher cried and got up. It is said that the big man has tears and does not flick, but today Xiao Li’s faculty members do not know what is going on. Suddenly, they feel sad and grievous, and burst into tears.
Perhaps, is it because of the part of the memory that you lost? In the time when I feel that I have lost my memory, I seem to have suffered a lot of grievances. So, after being inexplicably smashed by a sword, the sad mood can't be suppressed.
Xiao Li’s teacher wanted to stop his crying because he felt like a big man, crying so sad, crying in front of a child, and losing face.
But the more you want to stop crying, the more you cry. After a while, the tears blurred his eyes, and he couldn’t open it.
Seeing that he was crying so sad, the young man in the green shirt froze. Then, he rushed to the side of Xiao Li's instructor, worried about the inquiry: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, what's the matter with you?"
During the speech, the young man in the green shirt extended his finger and gently touched the three wounds of Xiao Li’s instructor.
The blood stopped like this.
"I am not a white, I am not!" Xiao Li teacher cried sobbing - I am Li Xihua, flight instructor Li Xihua!
"Xiaobai, do you not want to practice the sword?" The youngster of the T-shirt was spurred by the story and entered the next plot mode.
"That today I will teach you something else, and then we will try new things tomorrow. You didn't tell me last time, would you like to learn boxing? Do you teach me how to punch?" Green Shirt asked.
This plot mode is similar to the story of the Qing dynasty boy who taught the foundation of Song Shuhang's swordsmanship in the ‘real fantasy.
"I don't want to, I want to go home!" Xiao Li teacher replied.
However, the young man in the green shirt did not pay attention to him at all. Instead, he reached out and pulled the teacher and pulled the teacher from the ground.
"Look at it, Xiaobai! This is the basic boxing method!" said, the young shirt boy played a boxing method in front of Xiao Li's teacher.
For the monks, this is a very common way to build a base. It was the pharmacist who first wanted to teach Song Shuhang’s ‘hardening boxing’. However, later, after the pharmacist received the poison dragon grass, he changed to teach Song Shuhang's 'King Kong Basic Boxing Law'.
After the exhibition was completed, the young boy returned to look forward to Xiao Li’s teacher: “Remember?”
Xiao Li’s instructor is arrogant, what, what?
Not a broadcast gymnastics, can you learn once?
Even if you are broadcasting gymnastics, you should look at it a lot, and then follow the instructions several times to learn!
"Remember, let's practice the boxing method?" The young man in the green shirt smiled brightly.
Xiao Li’s instructor snarled: “Hey, I haven’t remembered it at all!”
However, his voice just fell, and the young man in the green shirt went down to the front like a tiger, hitting him in front of him and punching his head.
Xiao Li’s instructor only felt a black in front of him... he was so happy that he was dying to the ground and was not awake.
However, even if he fainted to the ground, the young boy did not want to let him go.
The fist fell like a rain, ruthless whip. Just like the encounter of the stalker's ‘personality substitute’.
Fortunately, this time, the young boy changed his fist in the middle. If it was a sword... Xiao Li’s teacher had been stabbed into a honeycomb.
Xiao Li, a faint faculty member, continually sends out a painful snoring, and the body is painfully rolled into a pimp-like shrimp.
It’s painful, it’s painful, is this hell?
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I don't know how long it took, Song Shuhang woke up from the fainting.
"Oh..." When he woke up, he found himself in a burning pain.
"Book Air, you wake up." By his side, the white predecessors were reaching out and pressing on him, and a pure spiritual power was entered into the book.
Song Shuhang felt that the pain and injury in his body healed quickly under the influence of spiritual power.
The white predecessor finally ended the retreat! His heart was filled with tears.
"Book Air, what happened when I closed the retreat? Why do you seem to be thundered? When I found you, you are all black?" The white predecessors frowned and asked.
"Nothing, nothing! Just my own whim, with a finger inserted into the power plug, I got an electric shock." Song Shuhang scatters a good faith lie...
"Does this?" The white predecessors were dubious, and then he asked: "What happened to the little Li teacher on the other side? When I found him, he was seriously injured in the whole body, and he was very miserable, and he was dying at any time. Looks like. Fortunately, I found out in time, first gave him a treatment."
Song Shuhang sighed, Xiao Li faculty did not escape this robbery after all? Then, Book Air screamed: "Oh, this is because Xiao Li's faculty member has just been rescued from the old beauty by the subordinates of Huangshan Zhenjun. It is also pitiful to say that he must have been greatly affected by Laomei. I’ve been abused? It’s all my fault. I’ve misplaced people, causing Xiao Li’s faculty to suffer so much.”
The white predecessors nodded again with a dubious doubt.
"When the white predecessors, Huangshan Zhenjun's subordinates sent Xiao Li's faculty members, they said that Xiao Li's faculty's memory had some problems. They did not clear the memory of Xiao Li's faculty at 'Old Beauty'. So, I want to ask the white predecessors to take your shots and delete the memory of Xiao Li’s instructors again, so as not to leave traces.” Song Shuhang remembered the words of Zhou’s brother, and went out.
The white predecessor nodded: "I try it, in fact, I am not very good at deleting memories."
Moreover, deleting a person's memory several times in a short period of time can cause some unavoidable harm to his own brain.
During the speech, Bai Zunren came to Xiao Li’s teacher and reached out to his head.
The spell that clears the memory is once again displayed, and the memory of Xiao Li’s instructor is deleted again to the moment when the two local tyrants were met on July 9.
"Get it, but... the previous memory was deleted incomplete, maybe some memory fragments will be left. But there should be no problem." The whites clap their hands and replied.
"Would he suddenly think of the contents of these memories on a certain day?" Song Shuhang was worried about it. He was afraid that Xiao Li’s teacher suddenly remembered the memory of ill-treatment in Laomei, and then he did not want to live.
"As long as you are not stimulated, you should not think about it." The white predecessors were not sure, because clearing the memory is really not his good spell.
"But, I hope he can live happily in the future." Song Shuhang secretly said.
The experience of these days is definitely bad for Xiao Li’s instructors.
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In the morning, 9:23.
The white predecessor drove the flying sword, and with Song Shuhang, Xiao Li, and some suitcases, flew to the 'underground parking lot' in the Jiangnan area.
A few days ago, Huangshan Zhenjun’s agent called and said that all the cars had arrived, and waited for Song Shuhang to take the time to verify.
Today, Book Air is ready to go back to Wenzhou City with the white predecessor, so that he can call the agent, let him come over, complete the verification, and sign a contract.
This batch of cars totals thirty-one, like the captain, various brands, various price, various styles.
Like the last time, all the cars here are registered under the name of Song Shuhang. The name of Song Shuhang is registered on the vehicle driving license.
Song Shuhang’s gaze patrols the car. The second car is basically a luxury car, and the sports car sees several cars.
Wait, it seems that this batch of cars is mixed with strange things!
Song Shuhang stared at the three cars in the crowd of luxury cars. They were big and wild, one tractor, one small excavator and one bulldozer...
"These three, is also Mr. Huang Wenzhong let you send us?" Song Shuhang Khan.
"Yes, it’s all the goods ordered by Mr. Huang Wenzhong." The agent wiped the sweat from his forehead. To be honest, when he saw the tractor, excavator and bulldozer on the contract, the whole person was forced. .
"Well, it's hard for you." Song Shuhang sighed and finally signed a big name on the contract.
The agent opened his eyes and smiled - this is how many millions of accounts have been accounted for.
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After Huangshan Zhenjun’s agent left, Song Shuhang stretched out: “White predecessors, we choose a car to go to Wenzhou City. Right, we have to send Xiao Li’s trainer back to the aviation school first!”