Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

Circle after circle, layer after layer, the red girl was **** with five flowers.

All magic weapons that can bind people are used to imprison her.

Prince Lanling Baqi moved his numb body, his eyes were not angry but happy, thinking to himself, this newly recognized eldest brother is really not a simple thing. Hehe... I accidentally found a treasure!

He didn't say anything, but he felt a little distressed about his precious parallel imports.

He spent a huge amount of money to raise him to be so strong, but he was beaten up in just one encounter. Without ten or eight years of hard work, he would not be able to cultivate at all.

Thinking of this, he became angry and stared at Leng Sha fiercely, intending to vent all his unwillingness on him.

At that time, Leng Sha was still watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and there he provoked, "Tell you, it's useless to tie her up, you must kill her to avoid future troubles. Hurry up, kill her, Such a woman must not be kept! Keeping it is a disaster! Oh **** ho ho~~”

He was laughing wildly there, and kicked him when he lifted his foot, only to see a big good tooth, so **** disappeared.

I have endured this person's gibberish for a long time. If I can't bear it, I don't need to bear it anymore.

After being cleaned up, the world is instantly clean. Anything casually said to the Prince Baqi: "Brother, don't worry, I remember that I have a book on rebirth from a severed limb. Let me study it."

After speaking, he took out a book and read it on the spot. This book is naturally not his, he can't read books at all, and his literacy is barely able to understand.

This book was found in Lan Ling's sleeping coffin.

When the coffin was found in the ruins of the **** king at that time, it was still empty, and there was only a group of spiritual pills after the fall of the **** king.

After receiving the coffin into the world of kits, Lan Ling, who was seriously injured, slept for a while.

As the days went by, Lan Ling's injury was suppressed, and Na Ling Pill was also consumed a lot, revealing a relatively pocket-sized ball inside.

After playing with it for a long time, Lan Ling felt that it was an ordinary thing, and it was useless at all, so he threw it to Ren Xiao as a toy.

Throwing it out, walking and picking it up, throwing it out again, picking it up again, two people had a lot of fun with this kind of activity, Ren Xiao's quick reaction, speed, strength and other skills have also grown rapidly in the process.

But no matter how fun things are, there are times when they get tired. After a few days of hard work, the ball is forgotten on the ground. At that time, as soon as Yi Cai appeared in the world of kits, he was unprepared for such a thing on the ground, and was thrown to the ground, and he fell awkwardly.

He picked up the small ball angrily, and raised his hand to throw it away. For some unknown reason, a thought reminded him to open the ball and take a good look.

I don't know how he did it, but he twisted it in a strange way, and the **** that had been tightly fit were broken into two even halves, and a small book about the size of a fist fell out of it.

The small books are not thick, and the records are more like what they have seen and heard, which no one knows or has seen.

Just like this broken limb rebirth, it doesn't need any wonderful medicinal pills, and it doesn't need any profound cultivation. Even a little cultivator like him who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation is capable of doing it.

He carefully flipped through the records on the rebirth of a severed limb, and made sure that he had memorized every step before he started to prepare.

First of all, he found a needle, don't ask him why a big man would carry this kind of thing on his body, for those who came from beggars, they have a hobby of hoarding supplies more or less.

In addition, they have been hoarding supplies to prepare for going to sea along the way, so they have everything.

He then searched for the thread again, and after numerous unsuccessful attempts, and after receiving countless blank eyes from Mao Xian and Sanshi, he finally clumsily put the thread on.

"Cough cough...Brother, hold your parallel imports firmly, don't move around, I will link the broken limbs to it."

After cleaning up an amputated limb with clean water, he gestured for a while at the broken part of the octopus cuttlefish, but no needle was placed for a long time.

Sanshi was impatient and urged, "What do you want to do, do it quickly, it's really boring!"

"It's just a little beast. If it breaks, it will break. What's the big deal? Is it so competitive?"

He muttered his dissatisfaction in his mouth.

Mao seemed to be stroking his beard, and thoughtfully said: "This weapon is quite strange, it should be a unique way of raising soldiers of their sea clan. The parallel imports can be kept as pets in peacetime, and they can be turned into weapons in wartime. .

Weapons like this are rare. Most importantly, it is a growth weapon that can grow and upgrade on its own.

In my opinion, the prince's demeanor is more human-like, and he already has a trace of spiritual consciousness. Maybe, it will not take long before he can grow into a spiritual pet. "

Speaking of this, Mao Xian's eyes couldn't help showing a hint of envy. Not to mention an awkward-looking parallel importer, no matter how ugly or ugly, as long as he can have one, that's what he wants!

Prince Baqi pouted his lips disdainfully, "What kind of spiritual pet? I will evolve into a divine pet in the future, do you understand?"

"Uh~~~ Bacha? Is this the name of this parallel importer?" Ren Zhan exclaimed.

Prince Baqi smiled smugly, "Hey...how about it? It's very visual and sounds good, right?"

"Haha... not bad! It's very nice." Yi Zhan complained in his heart, "What's your name, it's better than Baga."

Speaking of this Baga, he quite misses it. At that time, he was still the eldest young master in the residence, with an independent backyard with an old locust tree planted in the yard.

Whenever the spring and March, when the locust blossoms are in full bloom, there is always a pitch-black bird flying over and chirping on the tree.

At first, he would be noisy and let his servants chase it away. After listening to it, I got used to it, so I didn't care about it, let it run about on the branches, and even built a bird's nest on it.

One year, it rained heavily for three days in a row, and the violent wind blew the big raindrops and knocked the bird's nest to the ground.

There were three chicks waiting to be fed, because they were mercilessly watered by the rain, and when he found them at dawn, they had already frozen to death.

At that time, Baga had been guarding the bird's nest, crying non-stop, crying blood, and her wet body was still shaking.

He couldn't bear it, and planned to grab it and bring it into his study to warm it up.

Baga didn't resist, let any arrangement, just didn't eat or drink, that mournful cry never stopped.

In this way, day after day, until the fifth day, the thin and small it finally couldn't hold on and fell down. When it was about to die, it gave a light and melodious moan to any one, as if it was saying goodbye, but it didn't. Make the sound of eight ga again.

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