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"I do know some, but that is the intelligence of forty years ago." The seventh-born Fufu whispered: "Forty-three years ago, I was running around the world. I passed a village in the eastern part of China. At that time, the people in the village were all used by the cruelty of the blood sacrifice, and there was no living. In order to create resentment and grieve the ghosts. This is the means of evil and evil cultivation."

"I was very angry in the past and made a big oath. I must repair the evil spirits and remove the roots. Afterwards, I followed for a long time. I regret that I only married a few insignificant ghosts. But from them, I found The three-clawed beast head mark."

When the seventh-born Fufu was young, he was a man with a sense of justice and a sense of justice.

Moreover, when he was young, he was very popular, and he liked to make a big oath when he was in trouble.

Just like the sinister ghost repairing the village, he made a big oath to prove the world and swear by the sinister ghosts who made the grievances.

A vow like this, when he was young, he sent nearly a thousand.

Now he has a small book in his hand, specifically recording his vows when he was young.

The vows of the monks are evidenced by heaven and earth, and cannot be lightened. If you start, you must try your best to complete it. Otherwise, your heart will not be perfect, and you will have a demon in the future.

Now the seven-year-old Fufu, in tears, tried his best to take time to complete his various vows when he was young. He clearly felt that he had been diligently completing the oath, but the number of vows on the small books was still so much?

For a while, the seven-year-old government wanted to have the ability to travel through time and space. Then go back to the past, give yourself a big slap in the face of a swearing swear by the young, let the sly awake, don't add burden to the future!

The topic turned back.

"Listen to the pharmacist brother, you now have clues to the claws of the beasts in the hands of the ghosts?" asked the seven-year-old Fufu.

"There is a little clue, and it is thanks to the help of the pharmacist's predecessors. If it goes well, you can find the approximate position of the altar of this organization in these few days." Song Shuhang replied, the information about the altar, or from the long arm tonight The man knows it.

"It's really wonderful. These evils are repaired, everyone can get it. Unfortunately, I am in the Huaxi area, I am troubled and can't help you." The seven-year-old Fufu is somewhat depressed and said: "So, small You send me a delivery address. Minger, I will send you a few pieces of Fubao to you, I hope I can help you."

Fu Bao? In the mind of Song Shuhang, I immediately thought of the golden cane in the hands of Yukoko when I was in the hands of the spirits!

"Finally, the friend of Shushan Pressure Avenue, the road number is the face of a monk. Your road number is a bit awkward, and it is not easy to scream. It is better to change the road number better! Remember to send a receipt. Give me the address, I will send you a courier in a while." Then, the seven-year-old Fuzhu quickly hang up the phone. He is afraid that Song Shuhang will reject his kindness.

"..." Song Shuhang.

Shushan pressure is just my chat number nickname, not my track number!

Maybe you should change your nickname?

Otherwise, if everyone thinks that this is their own slogan, they will meet one after another, ‘Shoushan Pressure Avenue Friends’, ‘Book Mountain Pressure Seniors’, and listen to the heart and liver.

Then, Song Shuhang called out the SMS template and edited his own address and sent it to the Seven-Family Charity.

In fact, the Seventh Life of the House does not need to hang up the phone so fast.

Song Shuhang is not a person who has swollen face and fat man. He knows the difference between himself and his opponent's ‘tank’. At this time, whether it is Fubao support or not, personally come to help the boxing, Song Shuhang will never refuse anyone's kindness.

What is the life of the face?

"I don't know what kind of Fubao is supported by the Seventh Fufu Lord?"

Fu Bao!

Yu Jinzi's golden paper, a piece of paper can be used to crush two ghosts, and the power is great.

For Song Shuhang, this is undoubtedly a charity in the snow!

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On June 7, the sun was burning.

At this time of the year, it is the hard and tense days of high school students. The Chinese college entrance examination is scheduled to start on this day every year.

At this time of the year, Jiangnan University City will be very happy to have a fun-filled sports meeting, which deeply reflects the deep malice of the senior officials of Jiangnan University City.

The five-meter men’s long-distance race was held on the morning of the first day of the Games.

As a contestant, Song Shuhang got up early, going to stretch the lower bones, and then just take a first look back?

When he was in bed, he touched the black flying sword on the side of the bed.

Feijian is a treasure that does not stick to blood. Book Air has an illusion that it can smell the **** smell.

"It really is not a dream." Song Shuhang said to himself.

Yesterday... The first time I chopped people, and I cut my head. The picture of the long-armed man's head rising in the sky is also printed in his mind. As the first drop of blood won by Song Shuhang's life, the appearance of this long-armed man will remain in Song Shuhang's mind for a long time.

"Next, there is the altar." Song Shuhang grabbed the flying sword in his hand.

The other party mistakenly thought that he was a 'high man' and fled the Jiangnan District in a scary manner. However, Song Shuhang can't pin his own and his family's safety on the enemy's 'misunderstanding'.

Do not solve this big trouble, Song Shuhang sleeps hard. Fortunately, there will be clues at this evening.

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After getting up and washing, Song Shuhang opened the dormitory door and went to the activity.

As soon as the door opened, he found a handsome suit in the doorway with a smile.

Old-fashioned, who is coming?

"Book Air classmates, we met again. I am a small harvest of Xiaojiang, this time there is a courier." Suit big man hard out and a good smile.

I remembered it, and it was Mr. Sima Jiang who had a good harvest.

When sending the courier last time, Song Shuhang did not know his identity, thinking that he was just a courier brother, so he called him Xiaojiang. At that time, Sima Jiang’s mouth twitched involuntarily – his size was also a personal thing, and Xiaojiang’s name was too thunderous.

But this time, he changed his own name and called himself "Xiaojiang." Three days, two couriers, different senders and addresses, the same is the scary of the person who sent the mail.

This Xiaojiang, he is now fixed! Not to mention Xiaojiang, Xiaoxiaojiang or even Xiaojiang is no problem! ,

After seeing Sima Jiang, Song Shuhang immediately thought of the story of the seven-year-old Fufu, who had to send a courier.

The courier that was sent in the early hours of the morning arrived at 6 o'clock in the morning? How fast is this?

"Xiaojiang Good Morning, is it an expedited air transport?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Yeah, the express delivery from West China. I personally drove the plane overnight to pick up the pieces, and sent them to your classmates at the fastest speed. Didn't delay the time of the students?" Sima Jiang from the The middle of the box out of a mobile phone box size express.

The layers are wrapped and the closure is very strict.

"No mistakes, just come. Hard work, where are you signing?" Song Shuhang is very trusting the courier Xiaojiang, the other party's last delivery is not bad.

"Signing here is fine." Sima Jiang handed the signature pen.

When the book was signed, he remembered the black iron flying sword of Master Tong Xuan, and asked: "For Xiaojiang, I may have a courier to send it in a few days. I will contact you when I arrive."

After a few days, after he finished the ‘tank’ incident, he would send the sword of Master Tong Xuan back. The attitude of the harvest and express service is so good that Song Shuhang naturally thinks about him first.

"Where is it to send? Need me to use the air to expedite?" Sima Jiang suddenly brightened his eyes, rejoicing.

"No need to use, the recipient is not very anxious, ordinary express can be. Then I will contact you when I want to send it in a few days." Song Shuhang smiled.

"No problem, you can contact me at any time for 24 hours!" Sima Jiang with a smile, service attitude five stars thirty-two praise.

Song Shuhang is holding the express box, what is the appearance of the symbol of the seven-year-old Fufu?