Chapter Seventy-Two: The Treasures in the School Building
"You mean?"
"A blessed land order represents a blessed land, a space that belongs completely to itself. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a place outside the law, a country in the palm of your hand. This is the highest level of reward.
If Miss Huo Yan wants to develop on Peace Island, this blessed land order is very important. With it, you can cultivate divine grass in batches, and its value is needless to say. ”
"Heaven and earth are blessed. Immortal? Huo Yan's heart thumped, an indescribable blood rushed to her head, her spirit was a little confused, she was too excited, waved her hand and said, "This news is too important, I have to calm down and digest it." He didn't even have time to say goodbye, and left the Warrior Guild in a hurry.
"Blessed Land Order?" In the room purchased by the Chamber of Commerce, screams sounded.
"Yes, President, I have heard that this blessed land is a small closed world. The Blessed Land Order is the only key and control hub. As soon as we get it, we get a small world. You are no longer afraid of being chased and killed by the military, run into the blessed land and close the door, and the fairy Lao Tzu can't do anything about you.
Raise some beauties and plant some sacred grass in it. It's no problem to be free for hundreds of years, the vicissitudes of the outside world, the changes in the world, and the change of dynasties have nothing to do with us. ”
"Is it really that good?" In one room, more than a dozen people stared at each other, and their eyes were all wide-eyed.
"It can only get better than that."
Qian Duoduo jumped up, slapped the table and shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, waiting for death, give me action, move." I must get my hands on the blessed land, at all costs. ”
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"Blessed Land Order? We reincarnators have already died once, and as a tragic dead person, we can't go back to the real world, and we need a world of our own, right? ”
"Get the Blessed Land Order and transform an underworld."
"I want to be the king of Hades."
The ghosts shouted, people from all sides moved, and the Supreme King City became an undercurrent.
Zhu Liu shrank in the small black room, hugged his head and cried: "I knew that the demon god would not be so kind, the three-tailed flame fox is a blessed land order, if I kill it, I will become a public enemy of the world." ”
After crying for a while, he asked, "Am I not the enemy of the world now?" ”
"It seems to be true, but on the premise of hiding your identity."
"What are you afraid of, if you don't hide your identity, why don't you go crazy once."
"What if......"
"If I get the Blessed Land Order, I don't have to fear anyone or power. If I don't do it, the demon god won't let me go, right? ”
"It's such a happy decision."
"But why am I still afraid? Woooooooo ”
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In Jingyuan No. 16 Middle School, in the clean and neat playground, students gathered early, standing or sitting and waiting for the bell to ring.
All kinds of movements move the hands, feet, ankles, warm-up preparations before exercise, wear military uniforms, and are full of vitality.
As soon as the bell rang, the instructor came to the playground and shouted the assembly number.
"The good news for everyone, I don't have to train this afternoon."
The grasshoppers who had taken off their cages jumped up: "It's time to rest." Dissolution, dissolution. ”
The instructor smiled knowingly: "Don't be too happy, it's all there, go to volunteer work." ”
Hu Guang stretched out his hand and asked, "Instructor, where are you going to work?" ”
"Clean up the old school building, remove the garbage inside, and build a shooting range there."
The ordinary class and the key class are completely two worlds, the training program is relatively relaxed, and the students' life is relatively pleasant.
Jingyuan No. 16 Middle School is a school with a history, which used to be a normal school, but later the city development moved away and changed to a high school.
It has also been brilliant for a period of time, and it is one of the top high schools in Jingyuan City. It was still too remote, and then it slowly declined, and even the teaching buildings were vacated a lot.
There are several of them old, forty years old.
It has fallen into disrepair, and the roof has fallen into the soil, and it has been disposed of as an old warehouse, which is stacked with old tables, chairs, benches, obsolete teaching equipment and other things.
Jingyuan No. 16 Middle School was selected by the military, rejuvenated, and rich, and these abandoned places had to be used to level the shooting range.
Before that, the garbage piled up inside had to be disposed of.
The dust was pouring in, the students screamed and rushed in, and pieces of rotten wood and rotten tables were thrown down the stairs. are all vying to be the first to work, as if they are afraid of being robbed by others, they have been beaten with chicken blood, and the trumpet is loud.
Shi Tang's spirit was too high, he always remained calm and couldn't blend into the surrounding atmosphere.
As a result, I couldn't grab the work, so I could only pass by the doors of the classrooms and go deeper.
The doors and windows were dilapidated, a foot of dust, and the paint on the green doors was mottled and rolled up.
The precipitation of history, the carving of wind and frost, "This is?" He walked as if he felt something, and kept walking inside.
Click, a door creaked open, dust brushed down, Shi Tang blew, his hands fanned in front of his nose, and when the dust fell, he entered, a somewhat cold classroom, desks stacked and cobwebs dense.
Brushing the gray net from the podium, he took out a thirty-centimeter whip, which was heavy and of good quality.
Using it as a stick, he picked up the cobwebs between the desks and walked to the back of the classroom.
Basketballs, volleyballs, jump ropes, and some unknown parts are covered in cobwebs and dust, and they all look damaged.
Shi Tang felt a throbbing, and the things that attracted him were underneath, and he moved the items away one by one, and the treasure was finally revealed.
It was a disc, crushed into three pieces, and the glossy surface was full of malicious nicks, black and deeply dirty.
"There are ...... here"
Shi Tang held the three fragments in his hand, and a little spiritual light began to emit light, and the light of fireworks burst out, and the illusory picture took on various irregular shapes.
"Memory."
The memory of the disc, time flies back quickly, first appeared in the cinema, the movie played on the screen, the dark audience seat was full of people, with the movie characters exclaiming and fearing.
The disc tossed and turned, one movie theater after another, and I don't know how many times it was played, giving people spiritual comfort and countless emotional thoughts remaining.
Later, the picture quality was not clear, it was eliminated, and it was accepted by the school and played in the screening room.
Ten years later, the glorious discs have become weathered and thrown into the garbage corner, and after countless playbacks, the purest thoughts still remain on it.
The light that emanates from the hand is those purest thoughts, crystal clear, and it seems that they will never die.
"For me, that's the best treasure." Shi Tang blew a breath, and the diamond-like thoughts were wrapped in a stream of air, and these precious spiritual substances were sent into the Receiving Divine Temple.
The shattered disc spilled, and the last bit of light on it dissipated, shriveled and rotten.
The pale yellow shattered image can barely be pieced together in two words: raw and organic.
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Thanks for the reward of walnut dipping jam.