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Naturally, all the belongings of the old man were cleaned, and maybe in the end, he would open his stomach and pick up his intestines to see if there was anything to swallow.

Even the parts that I don't know where they came from can be missing, but what about the other things?

This man is still not honest.

Sikong looked at Xingkou, who was holding his leg tightly and crying in grief, the corners of his mouth rose, and gradually formed a cold smile.

In those bloody eyes, there was even more coldness.

What is this?

Kill my dog, return all the stolen goods, cry again, forget it?

even invited his own boss to press the formation for himself, and knocked Sikong on the side to prove that he was not a soft persimmon.

A brain supplement quickly swept through Sikong's mind.

Then, in the sound of the dark river rushing, the killing machine spread......

But at this moment, the mad corpse suddenly touched the ground, turned into a black shadow, and the palm of his hand was shuttled, directly piercing the chest of Xingkou at Sikong's feet.

Then he pulled out his arm, pulled and lifted it at the acupuncture points of Xingkou's skin, and secretly punched into Xingkou's body, shaking the periosteum of his whole body.

Then, with five fingers like a buckle, he clasped Xingkou's head and shook it fiercely!

'Click......'

It was as if shaking a bed of cotton wool, and I saw that there was an extra layer of bloody human skin on the hands of the mad corpse.

And the star cole rolled to the ground, and the dust and sand particles were deeply embedded in the blood-soaked body, and in the severe pain, slowly died.

Looking at Xingkou, who was still struggling under his feet and screaming extremely terrible, Sikong stared at the crazy corpse in front of him: "You, what do you mean?" ”

The mad corpse smiled lightly, and bent down to tear off a piece of flesh from the bloody wound on the chest of the Xingkou who was still struggling.

Then, a three-dimensional storage box the size of a little finger was picked out.

"My dog, killed your dog, now it's clear. Everything is in the box, so make a friend, right? ”

Sikong Yan, who took over the three-dimensional storage box, was a little silent, and took a step forward, staring at the crazy corpse.

"Dogs?" Sikong asked.

"Yes." The mad corpse replied.

'Wow! ’

Sikong suddenly spilled the juice in his hand, and with Sikong's body reaction speed, the mad corpse could only watch as the juice spilled into liquid droplets.

Then he drenched himself in the face, wet the placket of his clothes, and stuck it on himself.

It's cold, it's strong.

Sikong looked at the mad corpse coldly: "Even if it is a dog, my dog is more noble than yours." Besides, what are you, and worthy of being my friend? ”

The strong and pungent smell of alcohol came out, and what appeared to be a juice drink was actually a very high concentration of spirits.

It is a mixture of fruit juice and spirits, which fully exerts the alcohol, and ordinary people get drunk when they hear it.

The face of the mad corpse suddenly became gloomy, his fists clenched, and he stared at the sky in front of him.

Seeing this, Sikong sneered even more, and turned the cup on his right hand to his left hand, and then slowly slapped his right hand on the face of the mad corpse.

The movements are slow and the sound is crisp.

Crackling, ringing in the heart of the mad corpse.

"Angry? Angry? Can't wait to kill me? Oh, weren't you very bold just now? Even if I want to kill a dog, I should skin it, right? ”

The mad corpse looked at Sikong, his face flickered and darkened, his hands tightened and loosened, and after a while, he smiled reluctantly: "Yes, yes, it is indeed me who did not do it right." ”

With that, the mad corpse lowered his head and strode away without saying a word.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, Sikong stopped the mad corpse.

The mad corpse was stunned, and his lowered face suddenly became a little hideous.

"Bring your dog back and heal me. Take care of it, raise a white and fat one. When I'm in a bad mood, I'll kill the dog. ”

The mad corpse walked back silently, stabbed a high-purity potent morphine into the person's chest, and then carried the star who was gradually losing his mind with a scream, and carried it on his back, letting the blood wet himself with alcohol.

He, the owner of the dog, is like a lost dog at this moment.

Looking at the body of the mad corpse that endured extremely hard and even trembled in a small arc, Sikong's eyes became a little deep.

If a few days ago, Sikong was still the little repairer who was not well-known and only sat in the position of the small boss by the side of the mountain, the crazy corpse would not hesitate to shoot and tear Sikong alive.

But the current Sikong, behind it is the Xiai civilization, the creator of the history of the poisonous wolf Xingkou, and all the Xingkou have to contaminate him.

Therefore, the mad corpse did not dare to move.

This is the benefit of fame and power.

Besides, with the current strength of Sikong, even if the mad corpse, the second repairer, makes a move, the victory or defeat is still between life and death.

No matter what the mad corpse deliberately approached him, it was difficult to pretend to be in the situation where he was almost torn his face now.

Friend? Goodwill?

Sikong sneered and laughed not far away, and the stars who were frightened by the movement of Sikong and the mad corpse did not dare to come out.

For these stars, friends are betrayed; Goodwill is exploited.

Sikong's heart is very dark, and he has always been good at using the greatest malice to slander the kindness of others.

"Sikong Boss, the estimated stone is almost finished, you see ......"

After the mad corpse left, Ten Daggers walked up to Sikong, his voice low and his eyebrows lowered.

Sikong looked at the stones that had been piled up high and had been dried, compressed, and insect-proofed, and frowned: "Who knows architecture?" ”

"I know a thing or two."

Ten Daggers nodded in reply.

"Well, the follow-up to the reconstruction of the East Kowloon District will be left to you. Unless there's something important, don't bother me. A month later, I want results. ”

Sikong looked at the ten daggers and commanded.

"Yes!"

Ten daggers replied in a deep voice, and left after giving up their hands.

Looking at the East Ninth District, which has gradually entered the formalization and everything is in order, Sikong is no longer on the front line, and all the rights are firmly grasped in his hands.

Instead, they will delegate their rights, cultivate people who can be used, and study other things themselves.

After all, it is true that the East Kowloon District is his base camp, but his own strength is his foundation!

Between the two, which is more important, Sikong is still clear.

Back in the small western-style building, Sikong strode into the house.

On the wooden table on the left, bottles and cans are clearly arranged, and an experimental tube is filled with off-white purification liquid.

Soaked in the heart of a dried corpse, under the heart, there is a drop of the blood of Christ.

But Sikong's eyes were like torches, and he sensitively noticed that the off-white purification liquid was much thinner, and the circulating medicine was no longer as pure as it was at the beginning.

The purifying liquid used to suppress the evil nature is almost exhausted.

And the only one who knows how to concoct this purification liquid is Jian Zhaoshuang.

Sikong frowned, but instead opened the three-dimensional storage box in his hand.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A choking smell of smoke and dust, and the smell of some indescribable bodily fluid fermentation, made Sikong retch, almost vomiting his stomach.

Sikong pinched his nose and reversed the three-dimensional storage box, shaking it all out.

'Boom la la ......'

I saw strange things, and miscellaneous things were piled up on the ground.

A pair of panties, which I don't know how many years have not been washed, are dry and wrinkled together, and there are solidified spots.

And a fountain pen with special significance, but it was wiped smooth as new, and it was carefully embedded in the dust-free pen case, but at this moment it was thrown out by Sikong, and the nib was broken.

However, Sikong swept his gaze and quickly saw something.

A metal wedge three finger wide and as thick as a hair's hair. There is some rust on the surface, and there are joints on the edges, which seem to be parts of some large and complex machine.

This is the unnamed dog of the mad corpse, and he will not hesitate to risk his life to secretly steal the stolen goods.

This thing is by no means as simple as imagined.

Sikong's eyes moved.

Eyes of Origin!

One of the nine-toothed wedges of the Titan Soldier, 80,000 years ago......