Chapter 743： evolution (2/2)
Li Xianyu stared at the box in her hand, exhaling with relief, ”don't take it first.”
Thunder Fighter Ji wondered ”Why?”
”My sister hasn't left yet.”
”???” She wondered what it had to do with his sister.
Of course, it has something to do with it. Zhan Ji has recently cultivated for speed and improvement. Li Xianyu estimates that in addition to her own efforts, there was a leak of fruit power.
Speaking of which, his fate with Zhan Ji is really amazing.
Zhan Ji is his teaching teacher (fighting), and he is also a teaching teacher of Zhan Ji.
Ice dregs must be very sensitive to the power of fruit, and the process of swallowing the flesh of evolution cannot guarantee that no breath of fruit will leak. By then the ice dregs will know.
╯ ╰ industrialization
”Let's go and see Sanwu first.” Li Xianyu said, ”I look forward to her change more.”
”Can't speak.” Thunder Warlord beat him, throwing a grimace.
This smelly man, when he chased you, he was full of sweet words, and he was relaxed immediately after catching up. His enthusiasm was kept between 8 to 12 pm, fiery.
She turned back to the room, twisted her hips out of grandma Cuihua's unattainable style, locked the flesh of evolution in a locker, and took her boyfriend's arm to look for nothing.
Knocking at the door, no one answered.
After waiting for a while, seeing that San Wu still didn't respond, Li Xianyu pressed the palm of his hand on the door lock, and the gas machine opened the lock tongue.
The emotional killer has almost no privacy at all, and she hasn't opened the door for a while, she must be out of shape.
Li Xianyu couldn't wait, and opened the door directly.
There was a faint meaning, sitting in the living room with no disks, sweating all over, and the exposed cheeks, necks, arms and other parts were covered with sticky impurities.
Li Xianyu didn't bother with the Thunder War Ji, and waited for a few minutes. Sanwu opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, his eyes were like glazed, reflecting them.
”Half-step extremely!” Li Xianyu said in a pleasant tone.
”Half a step,” Thunder Fighter Ji opened her mouth, envious and yearning.
The half step is the level of Li Xianyu, and it is also the level of the former big boss. At the beginning, one and a half-steps held up the beam of Baoze.
”My mother is sore.”
”What's sour.” Li Xianyu choked her **** egg. ”When you were a senior employee, San Wu was the ceiling in the top s-class. After killing God of War, she went a step further, short. In three years and five years, I will be able to step into the half-step path. Following my torment in Tokyo, the flesh of evolution finally pushed her. It is logical to step into the half-step path. ”
”Then we have a better chance of winning?” The Thunder Fighter Ji complained casually, and didn't mind being beaten by Li Xianyu anyway, anyway, he didn't get choked at night anymore, and got used to it.
”It's better than nothing,” said Li Xianyu.
In the pinnacle, half-step Jidao just has the qualification for admission, and there is no right or left battle situation. Jidao may not be able to do so.
”San Wu, do you feel anything different now?” Li Xianyu frowned his forehead and showed a good self-smile smile. ”For example, I think I am handsome.”
Sanwu stared at him seriously.
Looking at these calm eyes, Li Xianyu sighed ”OK, I see.”
I still haven't found a way to save you.
Sorry
Lianghua Temple.
The body of the Buddha's head was lying in the freezer, and the court door was closed in mourning clothes, indicating that today's admiration is over.
The head of the Buddha is a realm, and the body is unparalleled. According to the Buddhist tradition, it was originally intended to be formed into a golden body for worship. However, the corrosive and violent toxins damaged the body, causing him to decay and rot quickly. It only took two days, and he had to put it in the freezer to delay the rot and hide the odor.
The face of the Buddha's head was half decayed. Because of this, Caesar closed the gate and planned to crem the master's body and send it to the pagoda tomorrow.
That's good, he can finally be reunited with his beloved disciple.
There is still a lot of affairs in the temple for him to deal with, and the elders negotiate to hold a promotion ceremony for him next month.
But as soon as the head of the Buddha died, the status of Lianghua Temple was doomed.
The position of the chairman of the Dao-Fo Association cannot be maintained, and he may not fall on Dan Chenzi of the Qing dynasty.
After all, that one was already half a step away.
Ji Xie closed the gate and stepped on the shoes to walk to the front hall, and just happened to meet a young monk holding a golden box.
”Uncle Lust Master.” The little monk paused, and put the box in his hand. ”A letter from Baoze sent.”
Ji Xie took the golden box and began to believe, and finished reading ”I know.”
He changed course, returned to his zen room, closed the door, placed the brocade box on the table, and opened it.
Inside it was brown flesh, with a faint smell.
Quit the color, squeeze out the evolutionary flesh, put it in your mouth, and swallow it.
He shoved his throat sharply, and lay on his face, shaking. There seems to be a fire burning inside the body, squeezing the ancient demon genes, letting them burst out of more powerful power.
The past with the Buddha's head passed across the head like a lantern, and finally fixed in the early morning of that day, the Buddha's head was quietly lying on the bed.
Ji Xie opened her eyes, red swells, and the madness instantly occupied the eyes.
”Puff puff”
Muscles swell, crack and mourn, and the muscle texture is raised on the skin surface, like a zero fat muscle man ~ ~ rub!
The stone brick floor cracked and could not bear his pressure.
Jijie expands at a speed visible to the naked eye, grows tall, and instantly turns into a four-meter-tall giant. His head breaks through the eaves, the beams break, and the tiles crackle.
He pushed with both hands, and the house collapsed like paper.
”嗷”
Jisi roared, the sound billowed. Like the irrational King Kong, or the angry Hulk.
Buddhist monks throughout the Lianghua Temple heard roars full of anger and indignation.
I also felt the horror of dynamism.
When they rushed to the zen room, they saw a naked and handsome monk standing in the collapsed ruins, folded their hands together and closed their eyes with pious ”Amitabha.”
For a moment, they felt that the Buddha's head was back.