Click click click.

The sound of the controller buttons continued, and with the sound of a trembling knife, the protagonist of the game on the screen swung his knife and killed the boos gorgeously.

After Xu Qingdeng looked at the two big words "Perfect Level" on the screen, he raised his hand and threw the game controller on the sofa beside him. He pouted his cheeks with dissatisfaction, grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his mouth. While chewing, he looked out the window and said in a confused manner: "It's so annoying! I thought I had chosen Beiwei, which was remote, and chose such a small city. No matter how messed it outside, it would not affect me. Why are there so many strange things in the place that are a little bit weird..."

Xu Qingdeng hugged the snacks in her arms, stood up and straightened her waist, stretched her waist, and looked like a peak, like a undulating mountain, with exaggerated curves.

After Xu Qingdeng stretched out, she grabbed a handful of snacks and held them in her hand, and said with bitter hatred on her face: "It's true that, do the night watchmen in Dongxia City grow up eating shit? It's not counting the messy little things. The big guy appeared at least six or seven times, not counting the times when the central hospital was mysteriously destroyed. I've all taken action to help them clean up two or three..."

Thinking of the end, Xu Qingdeng faced the window, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she jumped on the spot, "I don't think about it anymore, I don't think about it anymore, the more I think about it, the more annoyed, the more I think about it, the more angry she becomes. If this continues, I will be annoyed by endocrine disorders!"

Xu Qingdeng stood in front of the window and looked at the night outside, chewing snacks in her mouth. At the same time, after whining a few more vague and discouraging words, she turned around and returned to her bedroom, chose a loose and casual light pink sports suit and went out.

Since you become more annoyed the more you think about it, then just solve the trouble if you don’t.

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On the river path, Fang Ping'an walked quickly along the path towards the septic tank. However, it was dark now, and although there were still lights around him, it was because he woke up the Sharingan and saw far away.

In his heart, the nameless Zanpakura had no intention of stopping until now, so that every time Fang Pingan took a step forward, he felt a heartache, but there was no way to deal with it.

Zanpakura is a unique system in the anime god of death. It does not appear out of thin air, but comes from essence and is constructed by the soul.

Moreover, each Zanpakura has its own soul, thoughts, and character, so it would be too stupid to just treat it as a weapon.

This is also the reason why Fang Ping'an has been unable to do it.

After all, the Zanpakura is born from its own soul. It really uses means to restrict or suppress and attack it. If it fails to succeed, it will affect its own soul. This is what Fang Ping'an is most worried about at present.

After thinking about it, Fang Ping'an simply abandoned these concerns and pains. He slowed down, clenched his fists with both hands, and began to slap Xingyiquan stances forward over and over again.

Under the night, except for some insects, there was only the whistling sound of Fang Ping'an rushing on his fist stance.

About half an hour later, Fang Ping'an came to the outer wall of the largest septic tank in the city. He did not rush in, but slowly breathed flat, while under the pressure of the qi and blood pressure that was rising along the way through the fist stakes.

Fang Ping'an frowned while restraining his breath.

Looking at me intently, because I was not a serious practitioner, I could not see the atmosphere in the huge field in the septic tank. However, Fang Ping'an saw clearly in a pair of special marleidoscope Sharingans.

In the septic tank that covers an area of ​​huge area in front of me, bloody and gloomy breath filled with it, like a stone thrown into a quiet lake. Most people may not pay attention to it, but as long as you pay attention, you can see it clearly, and it is extremely inconsistent.

The gate of the septic tank is pure steel structure, and now the door is locked. I think the workers have already gotten off work, so there should be no living person inside now.

Fang Ping'an looked up from side to side, feeling that the strangeness in the septic tank was very problematic. It can be said that it was too arrogant and a little blatant, as if he was afraid that people passing by would not see it.

So Fang Ping'an took a deep breath, walked around the exterior wall, picked a relatively secluded and desolate corner and jumped in.

call.

A slight sound of landing, Fang Ping'an's toes landed on the ground.

This is the place where a large water-cooling tower of septic tanks is placed. Pipes as thick as buckets are crisscrossed. Three huge water-cooling towers stand quietly not far away, making mechanical buzzing and clamoring water.

After looking around, Fang Ping'an quickly got down and hid in a dark corner with dense pipes.

In the septic tank, a gloomy breath mixed with the smell of blood continued to spread, and the twisted strange feeling was like a steel needle, which made Fang Ping'an's skin hurt.

There is no need for any temptation or reasoning, this is a real trick.

Fang Ping'an leaned against the wall and patted his heart with one hand, signaling Zanpakura not to make trouble again.

This time the Zanpakura gave Fang Ping'an a very face and immediately became quiet.

Step on.

Suddenly, on one side of the septic tank, a slight sound of footsteps sounded from the main entrance site, and the footsteps were very light, just like the visitor stepping on cotton every step.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

After walking for a while, Fang Ping'an finally saw the appearance of the visitor.

He is a thin old man wearing a gray cloth dress and long eyebrows.

The old man in gray did not notice Fang Ping'an, but just walked quickly towards the depths of the septic tank.

The old man's thin face looked calm, "I'm so brave, a crooked and evil way, and Taoist things are also a must-see. Do you know how to live or die, or are you afraid of being afraid?"

The old man was very fast, and in a short while he only left one background.

Fang Ping'an squatted in the corner, holding his chin with one hand, thinking.

‘Taoist things?’

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ping'an's mouth began to rise involuntarily, and finally showed a humble smile.

As we all know, as long as the treasure is left, it is a masterless thing.

The Zanpakura floating in Fang Ping'an's mouth seemed to sense his thoughts, and couldn't help but complain: "What logic are you..."

Fang Ping'an's eyes lit up, he punched and replied in his heart: "You are right, you are snatching the tm!"

Zanpakura: "???"

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Author's pussy Lailai time.

ps: Ah~ I have updated it. Although I have ideas and other ideas, I still write it slowly. I have been writing this chapter for an hour and a half, and I still need to continue to recover.

Another thing is that in order to maintain updates recently, the number of updated words will be unstable in the future. It may be more than one thousand words, more than two thousand words, or three thousand four thousand. It depends entirely on the author's time and energy after get off work.
Chapter completed!