Chapter 362 (2/2)

”It seems that he has failed. It is estimated that there will be no ashes left.”

I don't know how long it took the fairy to calm down. She seemed to see through a lot of things. She threw away the gold medal in her hand and set up a long rainbow to float away.

The five big men shouted, ”don't go, saint. If you don't go to heaven, there will be no one else.”

”Boss Xiaowu, do you want to go to heaven...”

”No, what's good about going to heaven? But! ”

Little five's eyes glanced back and forth among the people. Most of the people who bullied little five hid behind others, while the managers of the mouse family didn't dare to start because they owed little five gambling money.

Gradually, almost as if all had been discussed, everyone stood on the side of Xiao Wu, and he became the temporary king in the fairy world.

Suddenly, the golden badge on Xiao Wu's chest was radiant, and several figures appeared in front of the people. When these people appeared, the sacred music was flying in the conference hall, which made everyone relaxed and happy and forgot everything.

The young man turned his body and turned into a real body. The golden cudgel he hadn't used for hundreds of years was stubbornly poked in the venue. The sacred power moved the world and swayed the mountains and seas

Many years later, five people led a lame horse to the oasis in the Sahara desert.

”You said we could all fly. Why walk?”

”Look again for the feeling of learning scriptures from the West.”

”Brothers, please let me go. We're all in Africa.”

”Little brother five, you said that you made so much money in the fairyland and built them a thoroughfare to heaven. It's immeasurable merit. How much less competition and killing.”

”Mr. Tang, I was wrong. At that time, I just repaired the avenue to the West.”

Finally, elder Tang told the truth and didn't build the road in the west, because it was reserved to test and beg people. If the road was built, the quality of the personnel would decline or lack of sincerity.

Three years later, in a shopping mall in lvjiang, a white haired old man turned the turntable in his hand. The first prize was a mobile phone, but at this time, dozens of onlookers suddenly appeared. They took out their mobile phones and threw them to the old man.

”I think it's fake to say anything about customized mobile phones. It's pure deception.” For a time, the shopping mall was a pot of porridge.

At this time, little five in Africa took out his mobile phone with a message and a photo.

Message: we've finished the old guy Yutian.

Photo: the girls who had a good time with Xiao Wu, led by his mother, were already in the hinterland of the Sahara desert.

”Mr. Tang, let's stop living here and continue on our way!”

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