"Call it a day!"

"Brother Idol, I'll leave it to you!"

Wang Xia didn't finish singing the song "Happy Breakup", and Cruyff turned around, followed by a Marseille maneuver, hiding behind the embers.

He must sing "Happy Breakup" and hide the spell in the lyrics, otherwise with Ember's ability, it is possible to see the difference between the unique "True Word Mantra" and the ordinary "Word Spirit Mantra", and then the secret of the Seven Killing Curse will not be hidden.

It was too late, and a flame ignited in Ember's hand.

A fireball the size of a basketball slammed into the red shadow.

The palm-sized blood shadow, with many tentacles, was like a blood-red little octopus, completely engulfed by flames.

"Squeak!"

A terrible scream rang out from the flames.

The fireball grew larger and larger, suspended in mid-air, and was a meter in diameter.

A smell of grilled dead fish, wafting out of the fireball.

Ten seconds later, the fireball vanished out of thin air, and the shadow of blood turned to ashes.

Agni Langjun is worthy of his name.

Killing the spirits and monsters of the two realms is like probing for things.

Looking at Qian Fugui in the cage again, he has fainted, but his demeanor is serene, and there are signs of recovery from a serious illness.

"Take him to the infirmary."

With Ember's order, two white coats trotted over and carried Qian Fugui onto the stretcher.

It can be seen that the two white coats are mortal bodies, not affected by Hailou Iron, and can move freely in the cage.

Then Ember turned his head and glared at Wang Xia, how much resentment and resentment were in his eyes: "Your spirit spell has been superb, and you can mix spells into ordinary songs, you can't find a few in the whole country, and you still have the face to say that you will become a vegetative person?" ”

"Luck, pure luck!"

Wang Xia is quite modest: "Brother idol, the main thing is your credit, the power of idols, can encourage many people." As soon as I thought that my idol was around me, the small universe suddenly exploded, and even I couldn't believe that I was so bullish. ”

“……”

At this moment, Ember had an awakening: if I believed in you again, I would be a fool.

As everyone knows, Wang Xia also has the truth this time.

It's pure luck, it's really not a casual blow.

In the past, his gray luck and the success rate of using the mantra spell to summon the spirit were less than fifty percent.

Today, he is white and red, with a five-to-five European emperor gas bonus, and the success rate is seven or eight percent.

This secret can't be told, it can only rot in the stomach.

Wang Xia, who was done, raised his eyes and looked at the top of his head, and almost jumped out of a groove.

Originally, he was divided into five points and five points white, revealing the five and five openings of the European Emperor.

But now, there's no red at all.

Ashen!

The top of Wang Xia's head turned into the gray and white he had when he left the house at noon, seventy percent white mixed with three percent gray.

He took off the gold ring, and his luck did not change at all, and it was still gray and white.

There is no doubt that the gold ring has been scrapped, and the luck hidden in it has been completely squeezed out.

Wang Xia suddenly had a painful realization: In a situation like Qian Fugui's, hospital experts all thought that he would die, and today he forcibly saved Qian Fugui, which is equivalent to snatching people from the hands of Lord Yama, and he will inevitably pay the price.

It's an invisible, equivalent exchange.

Wang Xia paid all the luck in the golden ring, including a large wave of European qi absorbed from Ember, to pick up Qian Fugui's life.

In a sense, today the Emperor sacrificed himself to fulfill others.

"I didn't think I could do such a great thing, MLGBD, I don't want to be this kind of hero!"

The crazy and cheap heart is dripping blood, he just wants to earn 50 catties of spiritual rice.

Emperor Wang, who lost his European energy, secretly admired his wit, but fortunately, he made an appointment with his idol brother for supper, and maybe he could absorb another wave of European energy.

He leaned over with a blank eye: "Brother Idol, are you going to have supper now?" ”

"Qian Fugui is not out of danger yet, I have to stay to deal with the aftermath and invite you another day."

Ember is inwardly refusal.

Without waiting for Wang Xia to speak, he preemptively changed the topic: "I'll talk about it, 50 catties of spiritual rice, I'll give it to you now, come with me." ”

is different from the proprietress who fooled the spirit hunters into lowering their salaries, Ember made a bright move, saying that 50 catties would be 50 catties, and he was very happy.

Wang Xia just appreciates the fact that Agni Langjun is there, so he wants to find the other party for supper.

There is a major event that has plagued him for a long time, and the proprietress can't become a breakthrough, so find the second master Ember.

"Brother idol, come, add a WeChat, you must contact often."

When he was leaving, the emperor was reluctant.

Ember endured the discomfort and added friends to each other.

After Wang Xia left, Agni Langjun looked at his phone, and his body shook involuntarily.

In his circle of friends, there is a slut who is like it wildly.

The likes are not over, with a text message.

A message goes like this: Brother Idol, love you, than the heart!

Another message is like this: You said that holding hands is an agreement, idol brother, wait for you, touch the big.

"Soul light! Are you the devil? ”

Ember was shaky and almost out of breath.

The psychological shadow of a devil swept the inner world of Agni Langjun again.

Wang Xia, who left the recycling station, was carrying 50 catties of spiritual rice in his hand, which was very heavy.

And this heavy weight brings a sense of happiness.

The psychological effect is a very wonderful thing, if you lift 50 pounds of bricks, everyone feels tired. But if you carry 50 pounds of bills, I'm afraid no one will feel tired.

Wang Xia called a tire kesei again, hummed a song, and sat in the car and swiped the circle of friends.

Back at home, he locked Lingmi in the cupboard and went out humming a song again.

I lost too much luck today, and I have to make up for it.

Emperor Wang went to a place where he hoped to find luck - Xinglong Pawnshop.

Inside the pawnshop, there was a stocky man smoking a cigar.

His name is Lao Miao, ostensibly a pawnshop owner, who takes over all kinds of goods from unknown sources behind his back.

Lao Miao also has an identity - Bao inquired.

In this information age, important information is valuable.

It also costs money to ask Lao Miao for information.

"Lao Miao, help me palm my eyes, how much is this thing worth?"

Wang Xia walked into the pawnshop and handed over the gold ring.

"Isn't this Liu Yang's thing, why is it in your hands?"

Lao Miao is worthy of being Lao Miao, and when he picked up the gold ring, he slapped his eyes and even saw the origin.

"Brother Miao, what you are asking is not in accordance with the rules. Xinglong pawnshop collects things, never asking the origin. Wang Xia said.

"That's for ordinary people, when I meet you crazy and cheap, I don't take precautions, and I help count the money when you sell it." Lao Miao was very polite.

"Lao Miao, it's over, this is too hurtful, we have cooperated happily so many times, you can't hurt old friends so much." Wang Xia looked sad.

"People like you don't have any friends at all! We have worked together, and we have not had a happy time. ”

Lao Miao doesn't give face, and the pain after cooperation is the same as embers.

Wang Xia stopped talking nonsense, and went straight to the point: "Yes, don't talk about feelings, I won't sell this ring anymore." Take out all the old items in your store and let me take a look. ”

Seeing that he was so wealthy, Lao Miao finally gave face: "Follow me." ”

The two entered a room in the back hall of the pawnshop, which was full of old objects, including calligraphy and paintings, jade, porcelain, and cold weapons such as swords.

"These are all dead deserved, pick them yourself."

Lao Miao stood at the door, with a pair of shining eyes, staring at the emperor like a thief.

Wang Xia was like a tourist from other places, walking around the house.

He picked up everything and put it down, not like a knowledgeable antique connoisseur.

After looking at hundreds of old objects in a row, Emperor Wang deeply realized that his gray luck was really not good.

The famous scene of picking up a treasure with a casual dig did not appear.

Wang Xia continued to explore, not letting go of anything in the house.

After a long time of big waves and sand, the emperor lived up to his wishes.

He picked up something and suddenly wanted to pay tribute to Dong Chou: Oops, it's good.