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Chapter 181 Nine-Tooth Wedge

Star bandits are like hyenas. As long as they smell food, there is no possibility of escaping.

Naturally, all old man Dong's belongings were searched, and he might even disembowel him in the end and clean up his intestines to see if there was anything he swallowed.

Even a piece of unknown parts can be less, what about other things?

This man is still not honest.

Sikong looked at Xingkou who was hugging his leg tightly and weeping in grief, the corners of his mouth raised, gradually forming a cold smile.

In the eyes of those plum plums, there was even more icy coldness.

what is this?
Kill my dog, return all the stolen goods, cry a little more, forget it?
He even invited his boss to stand up for him and beat Sikong from the side to prove that he is not a soft persimmon.

A thought quickly swept through Sikong's mind.

Then, amidst the turbulent sound of the dark river, murderous intent spread...

But at this moment, the mad corpse suddenly hit the ground and turned into a black shadow. Its palms flew directly through the chest of Xing Kou at Sikong's feet.

Then he pulled out his arm, pulled and lifted the acupoint on Xingkou's skin, and penetrated into Xingkou's body with dark energy, shaking the periosteum all over his body.

Then, with five fingers clasped together, he clasped Xing Kou's head and shook it hard!
'Crack...'

As if shaking a bed of cotton wool, I saw that there was a layer of bloody human skin on the hands of the crazy corpse.

And the Xingkou rolled to the ground, the dust and sand deeply embedded in his blood-stained body, and died slowly in severe pain.

Seeing Xingkou who was still struggling under his feet and screaming extremely horribly, Sikong stared at the mad corpse in front of him: "What do you mean?"

The mad corpse smiled softly, bent down and tore off a piece of flesh from the bloody wound on Xingkou's chest that was still struggling.

Then, he picked out a three-dimensional storage box the size of a small finger.

"My dog, I killed your dog, and now it's clear. Everything is in the box, so let's treat it as a friend?"

Sikong who took the three-dimensional storage box was a little silent, he took a step forward and stared at the mad corpse.

"Dog?" Sikong asked.

"Yes." The crazy corpse replied.

'Whoa! '

Sikong suddenly poured out the juice in his hand, and with Sikong's body reaction speed, Kuang Zong could only watch helplessly as the juice shattered into droplets.

Then it drenched my face, wet the front of my clothes, and stuck it to my body.

Very cold, very strong.

Sikong looked at the mad corpse coldly: "Even if it is a dog, my dog ​​is nobler than yours. Besides, who are you, worthy of being my friend, Sikong?"

A strong and pungent smell of alcohol came out. This drink seemed to be fruit juice, but in fact it was an extremely high concentration of spirits.

It is a blend of fruit juice and spirits, and the alcohol is fully released, and ordinary people will be drunk when they smell it.

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

Unexpectedly, when Sikong saw this, he sneered even more. He turned the cup in his right hand to his left hand and then slowly slapped the mad corpse on the face with his right hand.

The movement is slow and the sound is crisp.

The crackling sound echoed in Kuang Zhi’s heart.

"Very angry? Very angry? Want to kill me? Heh, weren't you very courageous just now? Even if you want to kill a dog, should I skin it?"

Kuang Zhi looked at Sikong, his face suddenly clear and dark, and his hands tightened and loosened. After a moment, he reluctantly smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I did something wrong indeed."

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

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, Sikong called to Kuangshi to stop.

The mad corpse was startled, and his downturned face suddenly became a little ferocious.

"Take your dog back and heal it for me. Take good care of it and make it white and fat. When I'm in a bad mood, come and kill the dog."

The wild corpse walked back silently, stabbed a high-purity strong morphine into the man's chest, and then carried the star bandit whose screams gradually became depressed and gradually lost his sanity, on his back, and let the blood soak his eyes. It's the alcoholic self.

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

Seeing Kuang Zhe's body that was enduring so hard and even trembling in a small arc, Sikong's eyes became a little deep.

If a few days ago, Sikong was still the little repairman who didn't have a good reputation and took the position of the little boss because of his backing, the mad corpse would have shot without hesitation and tore Sikong alive.

But the current Sikong is backed by the Xiai Civilization, the founder of the history of the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandits, and all the Star Bandits must fawn over him.

Therefore, the mad corpse did not dare to move.

This is the benefit of fame and power.

Besides, with Sikong's current strength, even if Kuang Zhi, the second maintainer, takes action, the outcome is still a matter of life and death.

No matter what the purpose of the mad corpse's intentional approach to him is, it is already difficult to pretend to be in a situation where his skin is almost torn apart.

friend?bona fide?
Sikong smiled sarcastically, not far away, the star bandits who were too frightened by the movement of Sikong and the wild corpse did not dare to speak out.

For these star bandits, friends are for sale; goodwill is for use.

Sikong has a very dark heart and is always good at using the utmost malice to slander the kindness of others.

"Boss Sikong, the estimated stone has almost been cut, look..."

After the mad corpse left, Shidagger walked up to Sikong with a low voice and lowered eyebrows.

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

"I know a thing or two."

Shi Dagger nodded and replied.

"Well, I'll leave it to you to rebuild the East Ninth District. Unless there is something important, don't bother me. I want the results in a month."

Sikong looked at the ten daggers and ordered.

"Yes!"

Shi Dagger replied in a deep voice, cupped his hands and left.

Looking at the East Ninth District, which is gradually becoming normal and everything is orderly, Sikong no longer stays on the front line, holding all the rights firmly in his hands.

Instead, let the power out, cultivate usable people, and study others by yourself.

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

Between the two, Sikong still clearly distinguishes which is more important.

Back at the small western building, Sikong strode into the house.

On the wooden table on the left, bottles and jars are clearly arranged, and a test tube is filled with off-white purification liquid.

Soak the heart of the mummy, under the heart, there is a drop of Christ's blood.

But Sikong's eyes were sharp and he sensitively noticed that the off-white purifying liquid was much thinner, and the circulating medicine was no longer pure as before.

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

The only one who knows how to prepare this purification liquid is Jian Zhaoshuang.

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

"Cough cough cough..."

A choking smell of smoke and some indescribable smell of fermented body fluids came out, and Sikong retched for a while, almost vomiting his stomach out.

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

'Crash...'

All I saw were weird and strange things piled up all over the floor.

A pair of underwear, which has not been washed for many years, is dry and wrinkled together, and there are solidified spots.

However, a pen with special significance was wiped smooth as new, and was carefully inserted into the dust-free pen case. At this moment, Sikong threw it out, and the pen tip was broken.

However, Sikong glanced around and quickly saw something.

Three finger-wide, hair-thick metal wedge.There are some rusts on the surface, and there is a joint on the edge, which seems to be a part of a large and complex machine.

This is the unnamed dog of Kuangshi, who did not hesitate to risk his own life to steal the stolen goods.

This thing is by no means as simple as imagined.

Sikong's eyes moved.

The Eye of Origin!

One of the nine-tooth wedges of the Giant God Soldier, 8 years ago...

(End of this chapter)