These storage bags cannot be collected in the green ring, so they gave Yan Zi, Li Junhai, and Shao Run. The rest of the bags were troublesome, but it was a pity that Xu Shu had been tied around his waist.
Unexpectedly, it was very useful at this moment. The green ring was worn on the fingers, and no one could see it except him.
He destroyed a storage bag, and even if Zhao Qiankun asked the famous artist to take action, it would not be repaired within ten days or half a month.
This batch of storage bags has become an excellent way to protect the existence of the green ring.
"What's this?"
Gu Chun pointed at the demon-collecting bag around Xu Shu's waist and shouted sternly.
Xu Shu took off the demon bag and threw it at Gu Chun. Gu Chun took it and was about to open it, but was stopped by the middle-aged man standing on Xia Yuan's back.
He was wearing a wide-leg skirt shirt, dressed not like a Middle-earth figure. There was a row of white bone skull balls hanging between his neck, all of whom were the size of a baby's head.
"But there is a fraud?"
Gu Chun took a step back and stuffed the dead demon bag to the middle-aged man with a scorpion like avoiding a snake and a scorpion.
A ball of black air emerged from the middle-aged man with a numb face, holding the demon-collection bag. The black air swayed and opened the demon-collection bag.
With a whoosh, he cried out, and his four hooves flew into the air, stretched his waist, and his body as the dragon-headed cat attracted the attention of the audience in an instant.
"Cry, this is the cry of the ghost demon!"
The middle-aged man with a squeak and a 70% ecstasy.
Before the screams fell, they dragged the far black air that had collected the demon bag and turned into a rope to roll towards the crying.
The black air floated, extremely fast, and rolled the cry in one fell swoop and tied it up tightly.
The middle-aged man with a face-faced laughed to the sky and was about to put his cry in the demon bag. Xu Shu's eyebrows hopped and waited for action.
Suddenly, he cried and opened his mouth, without any sound.
The next moment, everyone felt that a steel needle was pierced by a person, and their souls were trembling.
The tremor of pain that came from the depths of the soul was extremely painful.
Xu Shu had learned about the "crying" of crying, and he really heard the thunder in silence.
But this time, the crying "crying" sounded a little bit too strong to Xu Shu, and it was far from the last time, which made the brain feel a short blank period shocking.
He was savoring the cause and effect. When he looked closely, the soldiers outside fell to the ground. In the yard, there were only Chen Tailei, Xia Yuanrang, middle-aged man with a numb face, and Xu Shu himself.
Even Guo Zhongtong barely held a tree before he stood firm. His face turned dark green, and it was extremely difficult to see.
After crying, "crying", he sucked it in a big mouthful and all the black gas that bound it was sucked into his mouth.
"This, this..."
The middle-aged man with a face was shocked. The black aura was the dead aura he had picked up countless ghosts and sacrificed, and it was of unparalleled use.
He has always been his killer move and his ability to cry.
It seems like the one in front of me who is still in a state of ignorance and should not have such ability at all.
"No matter what, if you don't take it, you will be punished by God!"
The middle-aged man with a numb face made a fool of himself, rubbed his hands quickly, and a green flying needle was freed from his cuffs.
The green flying needle was just wrapped in a black air and was about to shoot out. With a crisp sound, the flying needle exploded in the air, turning into countless iron filings and drifted in the wind.
The middle-aged man with a face made him angry and one Buddha was born, and the two Buddhas ascended to heaven and stared at Xu Shu in anger.
Xu Shu couldn't even look at him, and the two strongmen who were holding him on the side couldn't help but remove their strength.
Only then did the two believe what Gu Chun said, what could they do if they took ten beef tendon ropes?
“Hu, Hu…”
He cried and gasped. After a while, his little body doubled and turned into a round ball.
The sphere is still expanding, swelling to the size of two basketballs.
Suddenly, after a sudden burst of trembling sounds, the crying turned into its original appearance, and lying on the ground without a sound.
Xu Shu knew that he was narrow-minded in his crying spirit, and his crying temper at the seedling stage was still very big, so he fainted from anger.
The middle-aged man was overjoyed and wanted to take action, and glanced at Xu Shu vigilantly.
But Xu Shu clenched his fist and waved to the cry.
The cry of dizziness suddenly woke up, and rushed into Xu Shu's arms.
Xu Shu covered his hand with his crying mouth, and the next moment, his crying body trembled violently.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Shu whispered to the crying, and threw his big hand into the sky, and his crying was thrown into the sky, and there was no trace in an instant.
The middle-aged man with a smacked face was inexplicably shocked. According to the "Demonic Book", the crying was impatient and fickle, which was the most difficult to tame.
But what happened in front of him almost subverted his perception.
Crying is clearly in a state of disgust, but with a wave of Xu, the crying can be revived. What kind of evil method is this?
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, take it away!"
Xia Yuanrang ordered in a silence.
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"The house is small and can accommodate knees, and the eaves are high and the old trees are in harmony. Open the pavilion and flatten the Beidou, and turn the mountain and feel that the road is low."
Xu Shu sat on a stone bed covered in dust, and a poem came out of his mind unconsciously.
He couldn't remember who the original author was, but he knew that this was a poem he had heard in his previous life.
He was not panicked when he ended up like this.
I have already thought about the future. At worst, I don’t have this kind of official skin. With my current ability, I can do the best in the world.
His last little affection for the Great Zhou government was also destroyed by Zhao Qiankun's mischief.
This is a dark system that is right or wrong, only about the level of official positions.
Although his original intention of joining Chunshen Station was just to think about practicing in the six doors.
But since wearing this official uniform, the idea of protecting the country and protecting the people, has always been lingering in my heart.
Now, he is tired, tired, and extremely disappointed.
He has been locked up for more than three hours, and no one has come to interrogate him.
This secret room of less than ten square meters is located in Chunshen Station.
What’s strange is that Xu Shu, as an old man at Chunshen Station, never knew that there was such a secret interrogation room.
The small house is equipped with all kinds of torture instruments, and there are sinks on all sides, and the sound of running water is endless.
Xu Shu has read the "Comprehensive Discussion on Punishment" and knows that this setting has two uses.
One is to facilitate the cruel waterboarding, and the other is to use the sound of dong dong water to defeat the prisoner's spiritual world.
People are in an absolutely quiet environment, and the sound of water flowing will be rapidly amplified. The constant sound of water will become a huge mental torture, causing the prisoner to suffer and seriously illusions.
I felt that the sound of water flowing resonated with the sound of my own blood flowing, and then forced the prisoner to tear open the blood vessels by himself.
Xu Shu didn't think these routines were useful to him.
He doesn't even have to leave his body. It's not difficult to close the six consciousnesses and enter a state of forgetting both things and me.
He believed that Zhao Qiankun was not a fool and would not play such a trick that could not be on the table with him.
Having made all plans, Xu Shu no longer spent his energy on the future. He sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Pure Yang Yugong True Method".
He is now addicted to cultivation, and this feeling is like an old farmer cooking a piece of plump land.
Watching the fields being plowed little by little, the seeds growing into seedlings little by little, and the seedlings heading little by little, this sense of accomplishment makes people feel from the bottom of their hearts.
Practicing is just forgetting oneself, but it is disturbed by the sound of opening the door.
There is still some updates tonight, so it should be stable. I am ashamed.