Chapter 117 Is it valuable?

Early in the morning, the Simin Taoist came out of the house with a pair of panda eyes. He needed to cover his customers with black cloth to block the sun before the sun came out.

A zombie, a zombie who is between dead corpses and zombies, is extremely sensitive to sunlight. When the sunlight is slightly shining, it will break the Taoist technique on your body and need to be refined before it can be controlled by corpse control techniques.

Therefore, Simin covered the zombies tightly with black cloth that was separated from light in the morning.

Last night, I was in Chu Xiao's house, and my eyes were lying on the incredibly soft bed, never sleeping all night!

Since driving the corpse, Simin has suffered from insomnia for the first time!

It’s not because the bed is not comfortable enough, but because I have been worried that I may never sleep in such a comfortable bed again, and I was once in a panic of anxiety and never sleeping all night.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the first ray of sunlight hit Chu Xiao's bedroom window through the window. Chu Xiao, who was sleeping, woke up quietly, cleaned up briefly, left the house, turned the house into a capsule and put it in the box.

He looked at the Taoist Simu sideways, and saw Simu hugging his own zombie, leaning on the trunk, and falling asleep deeply, snoring like thunder, and sleeping heavily.

Chu Xiao didn't know that Simu had not been asleep all night, and he thought to himself why Simu had slept all night, and there were so many sleeps to sleep? Could it be that he had fought with the vixen last night, his essence was damaged, and his kidney deficiency was a little bit!

"The elderly don't pay attention to their health, alas!"

Chu Xiao shook his head and looked at Simu helplessly. Judging from the speed of Simu Taoist driving the corpse at such a slow speed, the two of them wanted to return to Simu's home, but they didn't know how much time it would take.

Without returning to the home of Taoist Simu, how could Chu Xiao try to use the corpse refining technique and the undead scripture to refine Bulong into a zombie?

When I think of this, I look at the eyes that are sleeping like a dead pig, and I feel even more uncomfortable!

I was in a good mood early in the morning, but I was ruined by the sleepy Taoist Taoist.

Chu Xiao snorted coldly, and the wind of his palm came out, and he knocked the Simin Taoist who was holding the zombie to the ground. However, the Simin Taoist who was lying straight on the ground not only did not wake up, but turned over and continued to fall asleep on the spot.

It seemed that I felt much more comfortable sleeping on the ground than on the bed.

In fact, Taoist Simu is used to living in a life of sleeping in the open and open, and he really feels that sleeping on the ground is much more natural than sleeping on Chu Xiao’s mansion.

"Ha! How can you sleep so much?!" Chu Xiao said intimately, his eyes falling on the zombies beside the four-eyed people. These zombies that were regarded as treasures by the four-eyed people were not only the four-eyed people's parents, but also the four-eyed people's hearts and ice in their palms, for fear that something would go wrong with them.

Judging from the reactions of four eyes last night, you can see the status of the walking zombie in Simin's heart.

Since that's the case, Chu Xiao smirked, tapped the ground under his feet, and stood up in the void. He used the technique of dancing to gather all the zombies of the four-eyed Taoist, and became a small hill.

Looking at the stack of zombies as high as a hill, Chu Xiao took out an empty universal capsule from the universal capsule box on his waist, threw it away casually, and put the zombies into the universal capsule, marked the notes, wrote the word "wielding zombie" outside the capsule, and looked at the four-eyed Taoist on the ground.

"Fellow Taoist Simu, are you still sleeping?"

Well! Huh! The four-eyed snoring answered Chu Xiao’s question.

"Fellow Taoist Simu, don't sleep! Get up and hurry up!"

Well! Huh! My eyes turned around again, holding a rotten piece of wood, and I slept even harder.

"Fellow Taoist Simu, your zombie is lost!"

Huh! Huh! ······································· The four-minded Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and bounced from the ground at a speed far beyond the usual, staring at the place where the zombies were originally placed.

Empty?!

Where is your own zombie?!

Where is the flesh in your heart, the ice in your palm?!

I fell asleep! No! I was glaring in front of me, clearly here, why did it suddenly disappear?

It's over! It's over! This trip is over! Not only will you destroy your reputation for operating for many years, but you will also have to lose all your hard-earned belongings!

He sat on the ground with a clang, with no sleepiness and no hope of falling in love with his face.

Looking at Chu Xiao again, he looked at the Taoist Simu with a smile on the side, but it attracted the attention of Simu.

No! If my zombie is lost, with Chu Xiao's strength, there shouldn't be any problems!

There is something tricky here!

The zombie suddenly disappeared, and intuition made fellow Simu think of the storage magic weapon in Chu Xiao's hand.

Only the storage magic weapon in Chu Xiao’s hand has such power, causing more than a dozen walking zombies to disappear out of thin air.

"Fellow Daoist Chu! It's not that you have taken my zombie into the storage magic weapon!"

Chu Xiao smiled and was not teasing the Taoist Simu. After all, his purpose was to get Simu up early, and the two of them would just hurry on their way as soon as possible.

Chu Xiao threw the universal capsule containing the walking zombie to the Simu Taoist. The universal capsule that was rotated 365 degrees in the air was infinitely slowed down in the eyes of the Simu Taoist, which suddenly focused his pupils.

This is a storage magic weapon!

Chu Xiao really put my zombie into the storage magic weapon. It was a false alarm just now.

Wait, how could Chu Xiao throw out the storage magic weapon so casually? He doesn’t know how to cherish it!

What if it is broken? Such a precious storage magic weapon, it may not be repaired if it is broken!

The four-minded Taoist was cautious in his heart, staring at the universal capsule in the air, his whole body was very nervous, and he quickly picked up the universal capsule in the air, and even hugged it tightly in his arms after receiving it, for fear that it would accidentally fall to the ground.

Chu Xiao, no matter how much Taoist Simu looked at universal capsules, a universal capsule was just an ordinary daily necessity for him. He was used to it like a tissue that wiped his mouth after eating.

"Let's go! Fellow Taoist Simu, we will arrive at your house as soon as possible. We need to take action as soon as possible when we talked about how to refine the Bulong into a zombie last night!"

Simu held the universal capsule in his hand and looked at the word "活加子" on it, and his heart was jumping wildly. He didn't hear what Xiao said clearly, and only the universal capsule in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Simu, don't be stunned. That universal capsule will be yours in the future. You can see whatever you want when you get home. Now we should hurry up!"

Four eyes suddenly raised their heads and said happily.

"What?! This storage magic weapon... no, universal capsule, will be mine from today?"

"What about it? If you don't want it, you can return it to me after using it."

Simin's head shaking like a rattle, kept saying, "What you want, what you want. Thank you Brother Chu, Simin will be yours from today! You say east, I will never point to the west, you say north, I will never guide you."

Chu Xiao smiled in confusion. Why did Taoist Simu suddenly express his loyalty to him? Didn’t he just give him a universal capsule? Is it very important? Is it very valuable?

There are still many boxes around your waist! Buma’s universal capsule company has hundreds of universal capsule production lines, with at least a thousand pieces per day!

Very luxurious?

PS: Well... the bell rarely speaks, and basically just codes silently.

But today I have to talk more.

Because Dragon Ball is about to be on the shelves.

Lingdang writes novels part-time. She works very long and gets off work at 9:30 in the evening. It is common for her to write until late at night.

Thank you for your hard work? Not working hard is to deceive yourself.

Are you tired? I know the most clearly in my heart.

But none of these matters. What is important is that the bell can write down the dragon balls in your mind on Qidian platform, share them with everyone, and realize the dream of the dragon balls together. The bell will be very happy.

Lingling’s dream is not high, but she just hopes that some people like the books she wrote, some likes them, and some people can find the memories of staring at TV and staying up late to watch dragon balls when she was a child.

I borrow a sentence from Stephen Chow.

People must have dreams, otherwise what is the difference between them and salted fish?
Chapter completed!