MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 36 a girl surrounded by bad

For the monks of the sectarian school, Song Shuhang’s age of joining the martial art is equivalent to a 90-year-old man who is illiterate and half-footed and has stepped into the coffin. He suddenly wants to go to elementary school. Even if the old man enters the school through various relationships, how much can he learn? What can be achieved? Even he won't even have it in the future - who knows if the 90-year-old will hang up tomorrow?

Even if Song Shuhang succeeded in building the foundation, he would spend more than half of the time and resources in the future when he was promoted.

On the one hand, it is a genius disciple who is quick in the future, consumes less resources, and has unlimited future.

On the one hand, Song Shuhang, who is difficult to advance in the future, consumes a lot of resources, and has a promising future.

As long as the head of the martial art has no problem, it will not waste too much time, teachers and energy and precious cultivation resources on Song Shuhang.

And the introduction of Song Shuhang's participation in the martial art of Jiuzhou group of friends, even if you can take care of Song Shuhang in the martial art, can not take care of Song Shuhang I!

The bronze sorcerer was speechless, and he thought that there were not so many people in the Beihe River. He only thought of the incomparable hardships of the practice. He did not expect that the martial art would not be better for Song Shuhang.

"So, the martial art is also good, and it is not a big deal for Song Shuhang. So, it is the best way to give him his own choice. If you choose it, even if it is wrong, you can't blame anyone." The scattered people are faint.

As a predecessor of the scattered repair, what they can do is to try their best to help him when Song Shuhang needs it.

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Jiangnan University City, dormitory.

Song Shuhang leaned back in the chair and looked at a small sealed cup on the computer desk, which contained the remaining quenching body fluid. These hardened body fluids, together with the basic meditation and boxing methods taught by the pharmacist, can be used to better exert their effects.

At this time, a melodious music sounded, his cell phone ringing.

Song Shuhang pressed the answer button, and the sound of Tubo came: "Book Airlines, have you finished your two big boxes? If you are good, come to us. Yangde’s house is set! You also come to see Look, then we brothers go out and have a meal."

"Well, I will go right away, send me a message." Song Shuhang replied.

"SMS sent you." Tubo hangs up.

After the call ended, Song Shuhang put down his mobile phone and looked out the balcony through the window.

Perhaps he also needs to rent a house outside the school like Yangde.

You don't have to live outside, but occasionally you want to practice alchemy, or when you want to practice later, you can have a place that is not disturbed.

"If you want to rent a house outside, do you want to do some part-time work?" Song Shuhang is just an ordinary student. There is no computer technology like Li Yangde. I am afraid that I can only make part-time jobs to make money.

In other words, how do the predecessors in the Jiuzhou No. 1 group make money? They are not isolated from the world, should they need money in their daily lives? At least you have to pay for electricity and network fees.

When I was thinking about it, Tubo sent an address message.

Room 602, Building 221d, Daji Street.

This is a neighborhood that is very close to the university town.

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"The location is good, close to the school. Yangde this kid found a good place." Song Shuhang looked at the mobile phone map, against the address sent by the soil wave.

Daji Street is an old residential area. Due to the lack of planning during the previous construction, the houses are of various shapes and sizes, and the alleys are staggered and criss-crossed.

"If you are in this position, you should be able to cut corners and save a lot of time." Thinking of this, Song Shuhang drilled into the alley and walked through the alley like a flexible fish.

These remote alleys used to be a gathering place for bad people in the school.

When it comes to bad people, you have to mention the bad guys who were killed in the last two days.

The group was stunned by the group, and they were stunned to the bad guys that even the mother couldn’t recognize. After two days and two nights of fainting, they finally woke up.

Afterwards, a special member of the school’s news department asked them about the fainting process.

But the strange thing is that these bad guys racked their brains, but no one could recall the situation at the time. Their memories lacked the link of the day, and they didn't even know why they were in the hospital. In their memory, the last second was still smoking in the alley, pretending to be forced, and when they woke up in the next second, they were already in the hospital, and everyone was confused.

The hospital also can't detect what is the reason, only when they are collective amnesia, this matter can only be done.

This matter has become one of the new 'unbelievable events' in Jiangnan University City.

"Obviously, their memories have been touched by people." Song Shuhang secretly said.

If only one or two people have a vague memory, it can be said that it may be because they are hit in the head, resulting in unclear memory. But **10 people, all memories are ambiguous, all lost the memory of the group that day, the world is not so coincidental.

The blessing of the bad group second event, the recent bad guys in the deep alleys near the university city have converged a lot - the alleys were originally the gathering place of the bad. In the past, these alleys were full of badness, and the number of these days has plummeted.

As a result, the nearby law and order is much better.

There is a saying that is written like this: speak fuck, just fuck!

Oh, no, it’s fucking, fucking.

Song Shuhang thought of the word bad in his mind, and soon there was a group of bad people who were smoking in front of him.

A total of seven people, each with long hair, dyed colorful. Studs, mouth nails, and nose rings are all available. Biting the cigarette **** in the mouth, it is on the forehead: I am in a period of youth rebellion, I am bad.

The seven bad goals are naturally not the tall man of Song Shuhang. Even if they are bad, they will rarely provoke Song Shuhang, a student who seems to be able to play.

The bad guys were laughing at this moment and surrounded a young girl. One of the bad ones, about one meter and seventy-two, is pushing the girl to the wall in the form of a niche.

"Beauty, isn't a person alone here? Do you want to have fun with our brothers?"

"Play for free, all kinds of fun."

"It will be very comfortable."

"Sisters are playing with you."

"There is a very nice little shop next to you, not far away. I want to play again after I have played."

A variety of teasing, all kinds of teasing.

Song Shuhang looked at the girl who was awkward.

The height of 1 meter or so, short hair, but still pretty looks. Because of the petite size, it seems to be just a high school student. Maybe the actual age will be a little bigger.

Cute and beautiful girl, alone in the alley, does not attract these bad things. So, girls don’t go to a sparsely populated place alone.

At this point, the girl's brow wrinkled and her face showed a clear disgust.

Even the disgusted expression on the petite face is very cute.

"Hey, even if you are angry, it’s so cute, let your brother love you so much?" The girl’s blonde’s bad mouth is showing the president’s evil laugh, holding the wall with one hand and the other hand wanting to care for the girl. Face.

Song Shuhang sighed and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He squeezed his fist and strode forward.

Because of the hardening of the quenched body fluid, Song Shuhang can't control his speed. With a little effort, the result of ‘嗖’ was smashed out.

Just watching the girl's bad feelings only felt a flower, and then, Song Shuhang, who was still seven or eight meters behind him, suddenly appeared next to them.

I saw Song Shuhang’s big hand, and the five fingers opened, and the wide palm grabbed the bad back of the blonde.

The poor height of the blonde is about one meter and seventy-two. Song Shuhang is only slightly higher than him.

"Hey... I said, can't you see that the girls are not happy to play with you?" Song Shuhang, a little bit hard, even grasped his head and raised the blond hair.

Lying! Song Shuhang himself was shocked. He knew that he had strengthened his body fluids and his strength had increased a lot. But I didn't expect to carry a man of more than a hundred kilograms now, just as easy as a twig stick.