Chapter 2057: Sincere People Are Especially Vulnerable

It was not easy for Shenlong to make this determination.

Things like Dragon Balls are generally not loaned out. After all, they are quite private things.

If fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song can really prove that he has a seven-year-old baby, then he will be able to get the help of its Dragon Ball - this is definitely an honor of Tyrannical Song!

This is the first time Shenlong has decided to lend his Dragon Balls to others.

If it weren't for Bai Sheng's face, a hundred Tyrant Songs would never have the chance to get their Dragon Balls here!

However, Song Shuhang did not show a similar expression of "joy" after listening to Sister Bai Long's translation.

He said solemnly: "It's better... don't. Sixteen and Sister Bailong are familiar with me, so it's okay to combine their strength to give birth to a Yuan Ying. But combining the Dragon Balls of Senior Long will make me feel weird. Yes. After all, we have to combine with each other to give birth to the Nascent Soul."

On the dragon's horn above the dragon's head, there was another electric arc crackling, blasting out beautiful electric flowers.

It really wanted to cut through Tyrant Song's brain to see what the structure of this guy's brain circuit was, which made Long Haosheng annoyed.

The translator, Sister Bai Long, let out a long sigh after the translation.

She stretched out her small paw again, and a brain collapse bounced off Song Shuhang's newly glued head.

"Don't be rude and do your business properly. Show your seven golden elixir, don't screech, or be careful I'll blow your head off." Sister Bai Long's gentle voice sounded later.

Su Clan's Sixteen trotted over and picked up Song Shuhang's head.

"Sister Bailong, you have already bounced off my head." Song Shuhang sighed and said, "Threats can actually be put before the action, really."

Sixteen smiled and stood on tiptoe to stick his head back again.

The dragon in the air is in a happy mood - whenever the head of Little Friend Tyrannical Song is bounced off, it is refreshing from the corner to the end.

Senior White next to him tapped his chin with the end of his pen, showing a thoughtful look.

Song Shuhang, Shenlong, Sister Bailong, and Sixteen in front of them formed a 'special circular chain'.

Song Shuhang was in charge of skin, Shenlong was in charge of anger, Sister Bailong was in charge of punishing, Sixteen was in charge of sticking Shuhang back, and Shenlong was in charge of pleasure.

As a result, Shenlong will be in an endless cycle of 'annoyed - happy - then annoyed - then happy'.

Unknowingly, its favorability with everyone has increased linearly.

"Perhaps this is the meaning of the Three Waves Fellow Daoist Mad Saber's existence in the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group'?" Senior White thought.

Having said that, Sanlang also came to the 'Beast Cultivation World' recently, right?

Don't know what he is doing now?

On the side, Sister Bailong's gentle voice sounded again: "The last warning, stop skinning, I will cut you again!"

"Uh..." Song Shuhang scratched his head.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

So, he looked up at Shenlong.

Shenlong also looked back at him.

"Then senior, I will prove myself as agreed." Song Shuhang said.

Well, although I am not too familiar with Senior Shenlong now, friendship can be slowly made up after the fact. After the matter is over, add a friend to contact more, and borrow the power of Dragon Ball first.

In addition, it is actually very easy to prove that you have seven golden elixir.

Song Shuhang thought about it.

Then, a 'serrated knife wheel' appeared beside him.

"Sixth-Rank True Monarch's life wheel?" Shenlong said, and it could see that Song Shuhang's life wheel was composed of eight serrated knives.

But this thing does not prove that Song Shuhang has 'eight golden pills'.

"Yes, the wheel of life." Song Shuhang replied: "One golden elixir and one wheel of life."

While speaking, seven more life wheels continuously emerged from Song Shuhang's side.

a 'sword wheel' composed of broad swords, a 'page wheel' composed of metal pages, a spherical 'ball wheel' composed of a spiral sword, a 'gear wheel' composed of superimposed sharp gears, a 'circle wheel' composed of eight small circles, and The last octagonal life wheel with a distinctive style of painting-every corner of this octagonal life wheel seems to be linked to cause and effect.

The dragon beside him was stunned.

Seven life wheels with different attributes are constantly spinning around Song Shuhang.

As long as Song Shuhang's thoughts move, the seven life wheels can strike the enemy like a storm.

"How did you hold seven golden pills in your dantian?" Shenlong felt that his worldview was impacted: "Aren't you afraid of exploding and dying?"

"I'm not afraid, it's not that I haven't exploded." Song Shuhang waved his hand, and there was a sense of lightness in his gestures.

Shenlong: "..."

"Also, I don't put all the golden pills in my life dantian. My seven small golden pills are located in seven small dantians." Song Shuhang replied.

Shenlong found the key point at once: "Then what is your life in Dantian?"

"Well, there is also a fat and fast-swimming golden pill, but it is rather special, and it has not yet condensed the wheel of life." Song Shuhang replied.

Shenlong's brows were wrinkled, and he was extremely puzzled. He couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

Although it knows, it shouldn't ask this question.

This kind of cultivation thing can be said to be extremely private, and it may be a monk's trump card.

Asking about this kind of private practice is just as rude as an ordinary person directly asking what trousers they are wearing today.

But it's really too curious.

Curiosity kills not only cats, but dragons too.

"If I say, I'm practicing, they will come out, do you believe it?" Song Shuhang replied sincerely.

"Believe in ghosts!" Shenlong opened his mouth and faced Song Shuhang, and his face was covered with a dragon ball.

A dragon ball with an illusory beauty was pasted on Song Shuhang's face, and directly flew his head.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Look, this is life.

When the skin falls off the head.

When you don't have skin, you will lose your head.

Even when he is sincere, he still has to lose his head.

Heads are lost everywhere in life!

Sincere people are like this, they suffer everywhere.

But this time.

Song Shuhang's head...

In the end it didn't land.

The Su Clan's Sixteen on the side seemed to be prepared.

At the moment when Dragon Ball's face is smeared.

She moved sideways and came behind Song Shuhang. She quickly stood on tiptoe, jumped gently, and pushed Song Shuhang's head back skillfully with both hands like pushing a volleyball.

Little Sixteen is getting more and more cute.

"Pretty." Sister Bai Long praised Sixteen.

"Full score." Senior White nodded in agreement.

The dragon in the sky is a new wave of joy.

Although his head didn't fall off, it was also very happy to see Daoist Tyrannical Song's head being hit like a ball.

Song Shuhang stretched out his hand to straighten his head and said, "So, sometimes no one believes the truth."

"Well, this is true." Senior White testified for Song Shuhang: "In terms of the seven golden pills, Shuhang is indeed dead, and the seven golden pills come out."

"Isn't it practicing?" Shenlong asked back.

"One meaning." Senior White came to Song Shuhang's side and motioned him to open his hand.

Song Shuhang stretched out his right hand suspiciously.

The next moment, Senior White opened his mouth, and he spat out a Dragon Ball.

Song Shuhang: "!!!"

The skill of spitting out dragon balls, Senior White can also?