Chapter 399

"No!" Zhao Shenkong exclaimed, his eyes full of despair and fear of death.

He doesn't want to die. He is still young and has a bright future. How can he die here?

Fang Lin doesn't care how scared and desperate Zhao Shenkong is at the moment, anyway, he is an idea - to kill this turtle sun.

Just as the big bone stick was about to fall, a light suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping Fang Lin and Zhao Shenkong.

Fang Lin's big bone was almost a millisecond away, and he was about to smash Zhao Shenkong's head, but it was at such a critical moment that Fang Lin was shrouded in the white light and couldn't move at all;.

Zhao Shenkong also kept that look of panic and despair, unable to move, but his heart was greatly relieved.

I'm not dead yet!

Fang Lin secretly gritted his teeth and saw that Zhao Shenkong was about to be killed, but he didn't expect this to happen. He sighed secretly in his heart. It seems that Zhao Shenkong's life should not be destroyed.

"Cough, you two should calm down. In this Dan Ji tower, as long as it is a threat to life, it will be stopped, so no matter how you fight, it is meaningless." The old man in White said at this time.

Fang Lin sneered: "who says it's meaningless? Someone is scared, which is very meaningful."

This is what Zhao Shenkong heard in order to attack Zhao Shenkong.

Sure enough, Zhao Shenkong's face was ugly, his face was full of anger and unwillingness, and he was a little embarrassed.

He was not only afraid, but also begged Fang Lin for mercy, and even gave his nine palace bag to Fang Lin in order to survive.

Although it is human instinct to survive, at this moment, Zhao Shenkong has an impulse to get into the ground when he thinks of his unbearable scene just now.

What a shame!

As the prince of the cloud Kingdom, Dandao wizards, just at the time when the development of the spirit and style was revealed, but just now, they were forced to beg for mercy by Fang Lin, which was simply a shame in shame.

"Fang Lin, you can't kill me. I'm not finished with you!" Zhao Shenkong roared, but he thought it was funny anyway.

Fang Lin sneered. Just about to speak, he saw the white light flashing, which separated the two people at once and restored their freedom.

Zhao Shenkong breathed heavily, staring at Fang Lin with extremely cold eyes, and the injury on his chest was painful.

He wanted to feel out some pills to take, and suddenly found that his Jiugong capsule had fallen into Fang Lin's hands.

At that moment, Zhao Shenkong's face was extremely ugly and said to Fang Lin, "give me back the Jiugong bag."

Fang Lin showed a sarcastic expression: "you gave me this Jiugong bag yourself. Now you come to beg for it again. Are you shameless?"

Zhao Shenkong almost wanted to scold his mother. Thinking of his unbearable appearance just now, he wanted to slap his mouth.

"Fang Lin, return the Jiugong bag to me." Zhao Shenkong gritted his teeth and said.

Fang Lin shook his head and said with a smile, "No."

Zhao was angry and angry, and his heart was even more sad.

He knew very well that the Jiugong bag fell into Fang Lin's hands. He was afraid that he would not come back at all. He couldn't beat him himself, and he couldn't grab it hard.

At the moment, Zhao Shenkong had a very oppressive feeling. Facing Fang Lin, he could hardly take any advantage of it. Instead, he suffered losses everywhere. Now he even lost his Jiugong bag.

Zhao Shenkong really has an impulse to die. The Jiugong bag itself is nothing, but the things in the Jiugong bag are all his Zhao Shenkong's family, all in it.

At present, Fang Lin happily walked to the wordless ancient monument, and he was not in a hurry to understand it, but grabbed Zhao Shenkong's Jiugong bag in his hand.

"Oh, let me see what's in it." Fang Lin said with a smile.

Zhao Shenkong stood there, almost spitting blood, and wanted to fight with Fang Lin.

Fang Lin easily erased the mark belonging to Zhao Shenkong on the Jiugong bag, and then began to check the things in the Jiugong bag;.

"Eh? Cordyceps sinensis? Good thing!"

"Wow! Centennial snow spirit, good, good!"

"This ring engraved with defensive array is good."

"These bottles of pills are so sloppy that they can barely enter the eye at will."

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Fang Lin looked at the things in the Jiugong bag like a treasure, and every thing would be taken out and commented.

It was deliberately made for Zhao Shenkong to see, just to be angry with this guy.

Sure enough, Zhao Shenkong was so angry that he spewed two mouthfuls of blood. The injury became more and more serious that he had to sit cross legged and exercise internal strength to suppress the injury.

The injury was second, but the stagnant air in his chest made Zhao Shenkong extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to see Fang Lin's appearance of counting babies, but Fang Lin's voice would continue to come, just like a talisman.

Fang Lin looked at it for a while, and the smile on his face became more and more bright. He was not only the prince's nine palace bag, but also a prince of Dandao genius. There were countless treasures in the nine palace bag.

In particular, Zhao Shenkong actually has two thousand year old drugs, which is simply a surprise. Fang Lin's nose is about to come out.

"Hmm? What is this?" Suddenly, Fang Lin seemed to have found something he didn't know and made a sound of doubt.

Zhao Shenkong subconsciously glanced at it, and his eyes were about to crack, almost roaring.

Fang Lin was holding a wooden comb in his hand. It was a very ordinary one, and there were even several dark and soft slender hair on it. It was obviously a woman's hair.

Fang Lin looked left and right. This is a very ordinary wooden comb. Although it is made of the above good wood, it is nothing more.

Fang Lin looked puzzled and looked at Zhao Shenkong. Is this guy still a pervert? Actually carrying a wooden comb used by women?

"Fang Lin, put it down, or you and I will not die!" Zhao Shenkong roared and walked towards Fang Lin step by step, regardless of his injury. That way, he had really fallen into madness and left life and death behind.

Fang Lin frowned, thinking that Zhao Shenkong was very abnormal, and said, "does this wooden comb mean anything to you?"

Zhao Shenkong stopped, his expression suddenly changed, and his face was a little sad and reminiscent.

"This is my mother's relic." Zhao Shenkong spoke slowly, and his voice was extremely low.

Fang Lin was stunned when he heard the speech, and then his face was a little complicated.

"Alas, what am I supposed to be? I'll give it back to you." Fang Lin curled his lips and threw the comb at Zhao Shenkong.

Zhao Shen hurriedly caught it empty handed and put the wooden comb carefully close to his body.

Then, Zhao Shenkong gave Fang Lin a complicated look, said nothing, returned to the distance and sat down to continue healing.

Fang Lin also unexpectedly didn't deliberately say any more words to stimulate Zhao Shenkong, silently put away the things in the Jiugong bag and hung it around his waist.

Immediately, Fang Lin looked at the big Bluestone behind him, which was also the wordless ancient monument in the mouth of the old man in white.

However, Fang Lin felt that it didn't look like a monument, just a useless bluestone slab, which took up space everywhere.

"Old man, what should I do?" Fang Lin asked.

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