Hilarious Gongxue

This is the most awesome after-sales service that Mo Bai has encountered in his lifetime. After the package is cut, he will give you a wash.

"I didn't expect a weapon to be served by a dragon. It's such an awesome thing." Mo Bai was speechless, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and the cold feeling penetrated through his fingertips to the bottom of his heart.

"All weapons have spirits. If someone who is not familiar with the painted bone fan, they will probably die if they encounter it." Ye Huangmo handed the painted bone fan to Mo Bai: "The pendant at the end of the painted bone fan was given by you back then. Mine, I never leave my body, over the past seven years, the bone painting fan has become familiar with your taste. If you like it, I will give you the bone painting fan."

Mo Bai looked blankly, looking at the not-so-delicate pendant at the end of the fan, it was really out of place to accompany such a delicate and gorgeous fan, but at least it added some warmth to the Bone Painting Fan.

"Give it to me?" Mo Bai curled his lips: "You should take it back, I am a humanitarian, and I firmly believe that weapons are not the solution to all problems!"

Yehuangmo smiled lightly, and stroked Mobai's beautiful hair: "I haven't used weapons for many years, so I'm not used to them now, are I?"

"Knowing that you still give it to me?" Mo Bai rolled his eyes: "I'm sure I won't accept it, am I?"

"Yes!" Yehuangmo admitted brazenly.

"Hey, I have a bad temper, you give it to me, I'll take the fan!" Mo Bai said and went to grab the Bone Painting Fan.

"Xiaobai, I was wrong." Yehuang Mo's firefly eyes flashed a soft smile.

"If you stay here for another quarter of an hour, don't talk about painting bone fans, I guess the bones don't know how to use them to build that wall..." A faint voice came, and Comrade Ye Qingchen appeared from the darkness: "Ye Huang Mo, didn't I tell you to stop?!"

Ye Huangmo glanced lightly at Ye Qingchen who was haunted: "I'm sorry, you are late."

"..." Ye Qingchen's veins bulged, "You didn't even open your Lao Shizi's painted bone fan when I said that!"

Yehuangmo stared at Ye Qingchen with an expression that you could see: "That's right, I did it on purpose."

"...Since you heard my voice, why do you still do it?" Ye Qingchen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It's because I heard your voice that I decided to do it. Your appearance is very suspicious, and I have the right to wonder if you have a human skin mask on your face." Ye Huangmo wanted to pull Ye Qingchen's face as he spoke.

Ye Qingchen jumped three feet high: "What are you doing!"

"Scrape the coating, distinguish the authenticity, and fight against piracy."

"..."

"Why, can't you?"

"Of course not!" Ye Qingchen looked at the shattered corpse on the ground and shouted, "Can I pinch my head for you?"

"Don't worry, I will take it lightly, and it will definitely not hurt." Ye Huangmo chuckled, "I assure my conscience, I will definitely die."

"I said, you two, two hundred and five, stop playing tricks, okay?" Mo Bai rolled his eyes: "Ye Qingchen, why are you here?"

"I came in with you, but I lost it because I was besieged by the guards as soon as I entered." Ye Qingchen touched the sweat on his forehead: "Finally, we found the organization."

"..."

"By the way, I found something in this little vault."

"Could it be that there is really a little boy here?"

"It's not a badass, if this thing is taken out, it will probably cause a bloodbath." Ye Qingchen became serious.

"Could it be sanitary napkins from a warehouse?"

"-_-||"

"Okay, to be serious, I found an ancient sheepskin scroll." Ye Qingchen felt that communicating with Erbaiwu was also quite a mental effort.

"What's wrong with the ancient sheepskin scroll?" Mo Bai curled his lips: "According to the routine of the novel, the ancient sheepskin scrolls in this kind of place, the lost secret books and so on must be lost all over the place. You can just have fun if you don't find a super world-destroying weapon."

"This ancient sheepskin scroll has something to do with your blood, Xiaobai," Ye Qingchen said.

"My blood?" Mo Bai said with a blank face, "How could it be related to my blood? Isn't my blood some kind of foreign organism? I was born with it?"

"I don't think so." Ye Huangmo frowned: "Your blood was absolutely normal before the age of ten. I can guarantee this."

"How do you know?" Ye Qingchen wondered.

"I watched Xiaobai's birth until when I was ten years old, that damn bastard Hua Yuejing took Xiaobai away." Ye Huangmo said.

"Bah, shameless, do we Xiaobai know you?" Ye Qingchen snorted.

Yehuang Momei narrowed her eyes, and slowly opened the painted bone fan in her hand: "What did you say? Say it again?"

"Brother, I was wrong." Ye Qingchen has always been a gentleman who knows the current affairs. He watched Yehuangmo slowly open the painting bone fan, his neck felt cold, and he blurted out shameless words immediately.

"..."

"What about the parchment?" Mo Bai asked.

"It was killed by you." Ye Qingchen looked innocent, and pointed at the leader who had already decapitated on the ground: "He is the parchment scroll."

"Him?" Mo Bai's face was blank: "Is this a goat essence? All the information we want is on his skin?"

Ye Qingchen rarely rolled his eyes: "I took a desperate look at that parchment roll just now. It was sealed in kerosene. It seemed that the roll was coated with some flammable material. As soon as it was taken out, it would spontaneously ignite when exposed to air. It can only be taken out with a special technique, but the only person who knows how to take it out has already been hacked by you."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Mobai black line.

"Didn't I say it earlier?" Ye Qingchen retorted: "Didn't I tell this violent man to stop?!"

"It seems to be the same." Mo Bai turned his head and scolded Ye Huangmo: "Why did you strike so fast? The fan is so fast? Are you a fan? Kill people with a click! Now it's all right, you caused a big disaster , see what to do!"

Yehuangmo touched her nose in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

"Is it useful to be sorry? Is it useful to be sorry?" Mo Bai scolded.

"...Take me to take a look, I should be able to write it down." Ye Huangmo said.

"Write it down? You think you are Einstein, that's a terrible thing, what if you remember it wrong?" Mo Bai said.

"I've memorized all the three thousand and ninety-two thousand strokes of the Bone Painting Fan, so there's no problem." Ye Huangmo vowed.

Mo Bai is speechless, but there is no other way now, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

So the three of them, led by Ye Qingchen, looked for the location of the sheepskin scroll. Because they had Yehuangmo's painted bone fan in their hands, they met gods and gods, and Buddhas. .Nonsense, why don't you run away when you meet someone whose head is chopped off like a watermelon?

Unhindered all the way.

Ye Qingchen took Mobai Yehuangmo around for half an hour, but he didn't see the so-called ancient sheepskin scroll.

"Ye Qingchen, are you reliable or not?" Mo Bai's feet were sore from walking.

"Sorry, I forgot that I have amnesia, and I forgot where the ancient parchment is."

"..."

"You don't need to remember it." Yehuangmo said.

"Why?" Ye Qingchen wondered.

"Because I have seen it." Ye Huangmo pointed to the distance, an ancient sheepskin scroll quietly suspended in a transparent glass vessel, yellow kerosene exuded a faint fragrance, the ancient sheepskin scroll was in the Among the kerosene, there seemed to be an old man who had been waiting for many years, majestic and solemn.

Bai Ziye's mascot is not very honest.

Lengyan Pavilion was about to be flooded with rubbish at this time, everyone in Lengyan Pavilion dared not speak out about it, after all, they were an orthodox army, and no one dared to open the door to comment without the boss.

Bai Ziye kowtowed melon seeds and crossed his legs, looking leisurely at the minister of foreign affairs sent by Lengyan Pavilion: "Why do you come to my blue brocade army? Surrender yourself?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs wiped his sweat: "Well, my lord, our Lengyan Pavilion is a very good citizen, that...airdropping garbage or something, please let your lord let us live?"

"We dispose of domestic waste in a reasonable and legal way." Bai Ziye packed the melon seed shells and handed them to the soldier standing next to him. The soldier threw the melon seed shells into Lengyan Pavilion in front of the Minister of Foreign Affairs with great winking.

"My lord, this..." The Minister of Foreign Affairs wondered: "I don't know where Lengyan Pavilion offended the military master. We have everything to say, and we have a lot of money in Lengyan Pavilion..."

"Who wants your stinky money?" Bai Ziye scorned: "We eat the emperor's food, what do we need your few copper coins for? We are stationed here by the emperor's order. The army, there are more or less household garbage In short, this is a good opportunity for you to contribute to the country! How can you not cherish it, isn't this a waste of my hard work?"

"...From my point of view, this garbage is enough to submerge Lengyan Pavilion. It is estimated that an army of 20 people will not be able to produce so much garbage in ten years." The Minister of Foreign Affairs said.

"Again, it's not that we deliberately threw rubbish in your Lengyan Pavilion, it's that your Lengyan Pavilion's feng shui is not very good, and there is nothing we can do about it!" Bai Ziye said.

"What's the matter with Feng Shui?" The Minister of Foreign Affairs frowned.

"Look, your land is really incredible. According to the "Book of Burial", the earth has four powers, and the air flows from all directions. The left is the green dragon, the right is the white tiger, the front is the red bird, and the back is the Xuanwu. Xuanwu Head down, red bird dances, blue dragon winds, white tiger bows. If the form is reversed, the law should be broken. Therefore, the tiger squatting is called carrying the corpse, and the dragon is jealous of the master. Those who do not hang down on the basalt reject the corpse, and the red birds do not dance. Let go..."

This made the Minister of Foreign Affairs Kan dizzy: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Ziye's expression was serious: "It means a lot. It means that your Lengyan Pavilion was built in the place where Xuanwu refuses corpses! According to Feng Shui, if you stay here for a long time, it will be terrible. After death, there will be no peace for generations to come, siblings will kill each other, wife will cheat, brother and sister will have sex... anything can happen!"

"Is this so serious?"

"Of course, I think you are honest. You are the most honest gangsters in this area. That's why you figured out a way to fill up this unlucky place where Xuanwu refuses corpses. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant..."

"My lord, I never expected that this Lengyan Pavilion is such a dangerous place. I will immediately go back and report to the owner of the Lengyan Pavilion and immediately vacate the Lengyan Pavilion!" Seeing Bai Ziye's talk, the Minister of Foreign Affairs immediately believed it.The ancients were superstitious about geomantic omen. If the Minister of Foreign Affairs was not a semi-literate man, he would know that Bai Ziye's long nonsense had indeed a source.

"Knowing a mistake can correct it, there is nothing good about it." Bai Ziye nodded inscrutablely.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs left the barracks with a fucking and restless heart.

"Have you read "The Book of Burial"?" Seeing the Minister of Foreign Affairs walking away, Zhuge Yin said to Bai Ziye, "If the author of "Book of Burial" knew that you used his book to make nonsense like this, he would probably die of anger once."

"Young Fu said that a policeman who can't be a rascal is not a good student!" Bai Ziye was proud.

"...I think you were brainwashed by Shao Fu!" Zhuge Yin was speechless.

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