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Chapter 7 Harvest the value of blessing, the conspiracy takes shape(1/2)

"Why……"

Sun Hao sighed lightly, looking gloomy.

"There is no rule to gain the blessing value!"

Sun Hao murmured, picked up the hatchet and split a piece of wood.

"Ding, the blessing is worth 50."

Hearing this, Sun Hao was stunned.

"Did you hear it wrong?"

He opened the panel and looked at the 70 points of blessing fate above, but for a moment he did not come back to his senses.

Since Chen Daoming left, he has been painting, writing, making tea, playing the piano...

Do these just to gain the blessing value.

However.

There is no good fortune at all.

Unexpectedly, after splitting a few pieces of wood, I got 50 lucky points.

"Is there a blessing in this wood?"

Sun Hao looked at the wood all over the room, his eyes shining brightly, as if he saw a bunch of lucky destiny values.

"Since that's the case, I'll split you all!"

Sun Hao picked up the hatchet and began to chop firewood.

"Bang..."

One piece is split and no blessing value is obtained.

Not discouraged, continue to chop.

Another split is without the blessing.

Ten splits, but there are still no one.

20 pieces.

50 pieces.

...

1000 pieces.

A thousand pieces of wood were chopped.

My palms were so shocked that they felt a little painful, and there was no good fortune at all.

How is this possible?

Could it be that the blessing value was obtained from other places and I don’t know it?

"No matter what, let's chop them first."

"continue!"

Sun Hao took a breath and continued to start.

No.

No.

Still not.

After half a day of hard work, there was only one piece of wood left in the entire wood.

"It's up to you!"

Sun Hao looked at the last piece of wood and without hesitation, he directly chopped it.

This wood is very hard and difficult to chop.

The hatchet is stuck inside, and it is in a dilemma.

"So hard?"

"Is there a blessing?"

Sun Hao's eyes shone with splendor, his hands were held on the hatchet and he slashed hard.

"Bang..."

One sound came out.

The hatchet seems to be under endless resistance and it is difficult to go down.

"I don't believe it!"

Sun Hao increases his strength a little.

"Bang!"

A sound rang out.

The hatchet could not withstand the force and broke open.

"I'll go, such a thick hatchet is broken?"

"What kind of firewood? Break it for me!"

Sun Hao roared and slashed hard.

"Bang..."

The wood cracked in response to the sound, turned into two pieces, and lay there quietly.

Blood-red wood has a tight texture and emits a faint fragrance.

However, Sun Hao didn't pay attention to these things at all.

All he cares about is the only blessing.

However.

Still not!

Sun Hao stood there with his mouth slightly twitching.

After the whole room was chopped, there was nothing.

Even if he is well-read in poetry, his mentality is still explosive.

He held the hatchet, opened the door, and threw it heavily, "The blessing of getting rid of the peat!"

The hatchet turned into a parabola and landed beside the cherry blossom tree, "Cangdang..."

"If the hatchet is broken, then just hit another shot. Maybe you can get the lucky value by wiping the iron!"

Sun Hao walked into the iron room.

...

...

In the Western Regions of Tianluo Continent, in the underground secret room of a mountain range.

"What?"

The evil king roared and patted heavily on the stone table.

"Bang!"

The stone table cracks in response to the sound and collapses into powder.

"The evil is sealed? How is this possible!"

Xie Jun’s half-skeleton face was very ferocious and didn’t dare to look directly at it.

"Sir, the soul lamp of Xiefeng Lord has been broken, I guess it has already..."

Below, a man in black knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Damn it! Damn it! How could a small ninth-class sect kill Xie Feng?"

"Come here, follow me and go and flatten the sect!" Xie Jun shouted loudly.

"Slow down!"

At this moment, a sound rang out.

The one who opened his mouth was a man in blood robe.

"Blood Evil, this is the business of my human puppet clan. Do you have to worry about it?" Xie Jun's voice was cold.

"Don't dare!"

Xuesha raised his lips and showed an unfathomable smile, "Brother Jun, can you decide before answering me a few questions?"
To be continued...
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