1291 Ask you for two things

Jin Feng said lightly: "But he is still broken." ”

"What's the point?"

Ron stared at Jin Feng's hand tightly and whispered, "Over there in the Holy City...... There's another ......"

"Never in the world. As soon as the two holy spears are connected, you will know the authenticity. ”

At this point, Ron whispered, "Kim, I think you should put this gun down." For he is ...... God."

"That's your God. Not mine. ”

Jin Feng looked indifferent and disdainful, and after looking left and right with the broken spear, he actually made an earth-shattering action.

Ripping off the sharkskin gloves, he popped out the meteorite needle and stabbed at the broken spear, which immediately made Ron's face turn white with fright.

"In our mythical realm, only weapons that have been used by true gods can be called artifacts. ”

"This broken gun can only be called ...... Lethal weapon. ”

Ron suddenly changed color and laughed.

Jin Feng said slowly: "You believe in God. This gun doesn't seem to have anything to do with God. ”

Ron's face was clearly wrong, and he laughed rather embarrassed.

After poking and scratching for a long time, Jin Feng confirmed that the red spots and red spots on the broken spear were not stained, narrowed his eyes, and did another shocking thing.

The thumb pressed the pointed spear down without hesitation.

A stream of blood flowed out of Jin Feng's thumb, and in an instant, it filled the entire broken spear.

"Kim!"

"Are you crazy. This is an artifact. Kim!"

Ron was so anxious that he grabbed Jin Feng's arm and roared fiercely, but he didn't dare to touch the holy spear.

Jin Feng ignored it, letting his own blood flow all over the entire broken spear, and carefully observed the trajectory and speed of the blood flowing.

After half a ring, Jin Feng put the broken spear to his mouth and licked it, which immediately stunned Ron.

With a bloody tongue that was scarlet and terrifying, like a terrible demon, Ron shook his neck and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Casually throwing the spear in the wooden box, Jin Feng smiled: "I have proved it by my special method......"

"This gun is indeed the spear of destiny. ”

"Congratulations, my friend. Become the tenth generation of Tianjiao to enter the library. ”

"Your family will reach the top of the world in the future. ”

Ron laughed, pointed at Jin Feng and said, "We are already at the top. ”

"If I can find what I'm looking for in the library......"

"Then, our family will be able to live forever, for thousands of generations, forever. ”

Ron's words were bold and arrogant, looking at all things in time, like the Creator.

Jin Feng pursed his lips and smiled, and a cold glint flashed in the deepest part of his eyes.

When he came out of this private bank, Jin Feng's suitcase was full of gold, silver and jewelry, and the contents of the safe were worthless, but they could not be wasted.

The green sandalwood box and holy spear were handed over to Ron to take away.

Ron who got the holy gun connected to countless phone calls, and in a hurry, he hurried to a certain place, surrounded by the dead soldiers, got into an armored SUV and drove away quickly.

Regarding the distribution of Goering's treasure has ended, Wu Baiming and Yang Congcong reported the situation to Jin Feng.

Excluding the precious antiques and books that were destroyed, six-tenths of the remaining treasures belonged to Jin Feng, who was already on their way back to China.

Seeing off Ron, Jin Feng dragged his heavy suitcase through the flowery streets.

This unfamiliar city is not very attractive to me.

The World Health Organization and the International Red Cross are located here, as is the League of Nations during the two world wars.

At that time, the League of Nations was equivalent to the current United Nations, with only more than 50 member states, and even a few broken guns were thinking about implementing the functions of the United Nations, and in the end, even the outbreak of World War II and the rise of Hitler could not be stopped, and finally became a thing of the past.

Returning to the presidential suite of the Mei'an Hotel, which has a history of more than 100 years, Fan Qingzhu is lying in the hot spring and falling asleep.

Her long hair rippled gently in the water, her white body was dazzlingly white, and her long legs lurked quietly in the steaming pool, like a mermaid hidden in the world.

Unfortunately, this mermaid will eventually turn into a soap bubble and dissipate into the air.

After being delayed in the bank and on the street for too long, Fan Qingzhu has already missed the time to take medicine.

Fan Qingzhu's taking medicine is a big and difficult problem, just like a three-year-old child, he has to be forced to use it every time.

This time was no exception.

stepped forward and walked behind her, and couldn't help but pinch Fan Qingzhu's throat and was about to stuff the pill into her mouth.

"Ahh

An exclamation made Jin Feng suddenly change color, retreated, and immediately closed his eyes.

The girl in the hot spring was obviously not Fan Qingzhu, and her proud demeanor made Jin Feng move and panic.

He closed his eyes, and the endless sea of stars in the depths of his eyes was disillusioned, all of which were the woman's thrilling and peerless figure.

"What are you doing?"

The girl in the hot spring stood up in a panic, but squatted down again in the next second.

The girl wearing the mask stared straight at Jin Feng like a zombie, and there was obvious deep panic and shame in her delicate eyes.

"Jin Feng—"

"You go out. ”

Hearing this voice, Jin Feng suddenly sank his face and snorted coldly: "Qing Yihan." How do you ......"

"Yi Han came to accompany me. ”

Fan Qingzhu snuggled up to the snow-white door with half of his body, his face was terrifyingly white, and he said weakly: "Give me the medicine." I eat it myself. ”

Gently threw the pill over,

Fan Qingzhu reached out to pick it up, but he was a step too slow and fell to the ground.

The consciousness and reaction of this section chief, who was once in the limelight, was far less than before.

"Tell her to go. ”

Saying this coldly, Jin Feng returned to his room.

He took out the holy relics of the Great German King in Goering's treasure, placed them one by one according to the rules, and then took out a red and black towel from his bag and opened it carefully.

After the Nazi towel wrapped in the holy spear was pulled away by Jin Feng, he poured some of the black and red powder on the towel as fine as dust into the skull bowl, and then transferred it to a small golden gourd and covered it.

These debris were naturally the remnants of blood on the Holy Spear, and had never been stained with anyone's blood, except for the god.

There is indeed a real person in various records about that god, and the blood stains on this holy spear have not changed for thousands of years, and it is a miracle if it does not fall.

Quietly lit a cigarette and sat down, picking up the holy relics of King Daitoku one by one and putting them down again, deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead that did not match his age.

And the deep pain in that eye.

If you want to give Fan Qingzhu a life, it is too difficult.

It's rare that I don't even know what to do? There is no precedent to follow.

At this time, there was a unique vibration sound from the mobile phone, and when I clicked on it, I saw that it was a voice sent by Zeng Zimo to himself> "I'm sorry Mr. Jin, I'll check the layoff." Where have you been?"

The soft and gentle voice like a spring in the valley flowed softly into Jin Feng's heart, silently watering the tired and weak heart.

The polite and polite honorifics have always been in line with Zeng Zimo's character, as well as the sharpness of the needle hidden in the cotton.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jin Feng's mouth, and he gently replied.

"The beautiful shore hotel. ”

"With Fan Qingzhu. ”

"The person I'm going to be with is her. ”

It took a full two minutes for the other end of the phone to reply.

It was a painting that was painted in the spot.

On a pure white and flawless snow, between two white white clouds, there is a pure white and flawless moon.

Jin Feng understood the picture in seconds.

It was Zhuo Wenjun's white-headed groan.

"It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon in the clouds. ”

The following are the two sentences that have been passed down through the ages.

"Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. ”

These two sentences are just not expressed by Zeng Zimo.

Jin Feng looked at the painting quietly, half-lowered his eyelids, picked up a pen and paper, and drew a picture to take a picture and pass it on.

Although it was only drawn with a pen, the flowing work was deeply impressive.

A few pen strokes paint a poignant picture.

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

After the photo was sent, Jin Feng smoked quietly, waiting for Zeng Zimo's reply.

Soon, the phone rang.

She ...... What's wrong?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven days to go. ”

"What disease?"

"Terminally ill. ”

"Can it be saved?"