"Sir. Thank you for your teaching. I will do my best tomorrow."

Jing Kejing bowed to express his gratitude. Before logging out of Xinyuan Zhan.com, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, sir. Can I pass on your top secret cultivation experience to the people at home? The teachers at home are willing to pay for the reading rights. Of course, if sir, you don't want to..."

Lin Chuan was happy. What’s wrong with this? Even if the payment is not too much, no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they will still be meat.

“No problem.”

Lin Chuan waved his hand, "This is a practice method tailored for you based on your situation, and it is not my top secret practice experience. I have no practice experience on [Spread Explosion Series Guns]."

As he said that, he looked at the time and was about to go to work. Lin Chuan logged out of Xinyuan Zhan.com first.

Jing Kejing was stunned, and then reacted and was stunned. "Ling" had no experience in practicing on the [Spread Explosion Series Guns]?

That is to say, when practicing this advanced gun skill, "Ling" did not encounter any difficulties at all, and soon reached the full level of proficiency?

Thinking of the scene where "Ling" practiced this gun skill that day, Jing Kejing thought about it, and it seemed that "Ling" himself was also surprised when he had surpassed the perfect state of [Spread Explosion Series Guns].

This is what is called casual practice, somehow I broke through?

Suddenly, Jing Kejing felt that he had asked a stupid question and was hit...

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morning.

The alarm clock rang, and Beula rubbed her sleepy eyes and left the comfortable bed.

She really wanted to sleep for another half an hour. Last night she heard her mother talk about the legendary tragedy of Baijiangang. She was so scared that she fell asleep in the early morning and was still dizzy now.

However, she is a good and punctual child. Today is the day for the first grade of school to organize an outing, so she cannot be late.

After washing up, Beula combed a pair of ponytails. The little girl in the mirror, with brown hair, fair face, and a little freckle on her nose, making her look like a beautiful little luoli.

"Biyula, come here quickly for breakfast, or you will be late for the outing," mom shouted in the restaurant.

"Here's here. Mommy."

Beaura ran over and gave her dear father and mom a good morning kiss, sat on the table, and enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

"Eat slowly. Biyula, the school bus will arrive for half an hour, and you will choke if you eat too quickly."

While looking at the news on the light screen, Dad said, pouring Beaul a glass of milk.

It was a warm morning, the clock tickled and finally reached eight o'clock, and there were still ten minutes before the school bus arrived.

The clock rang, but it was different from the usual hour clock. Instead, it sounded a strange and melodious music...

"Dad..., what's wrong with your eyes..."

Beulah suddenly realized that his father's eyes were red and his heart-pounding strange light was beating.

On the other hand, my mother also stopped and sat there blankly, making a "gurgle" sound from her throat. It was not the voice of a human race, as if a wild beast was calling.

This scene was so terrible that it made Biura's little body feel cold. She thought of the horror stories she had heard, and she raised her voice on the spot and wanted to scream.

However, Beula did not scream. The little girl's eyes were like her father. Her pupils began to turn red and continued to expand. Finally, the whites of her eyes were squeezed out and turned into a pair of bloody eyes.

There were a few figures sitting on the other seats on the dining table, looking at the family of three with interest.

At this time, a loud horn sound came from outside the door, and the school bus arrived, reminding Beaula to get on the bus.

"Tell the school bus driver that the little guy has overslept, and you can send her over when the time comes." One of the figures spoke, a hint of laziness in his charming voice, and he ordered Biyula's father in this way.

The father nodded stiffly, stood up and walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, he returned to his original state. He smiled apologetically and greeted the school bus driver.

"Biula hasn't gotten up yet. I'll drive her to the outing place later. Please trouble you." The father said with a smile.

"The little guy is sleepy like this. Since you send her away, sir, let her sleep for a while." The school bus driver nodded in understanding and drove away.

Bang!

The door was closed, and my father stood in the entrance hall, and his eyes were red and stiff and dull, and a "gulp" sound came from his throat.

"Is this the hidden blood group developed according to Winlington's method? It is a great invention to switch between normal people and blood group so freely. Unfortunately, this method is not perfect, otherwise, your blood group will be able to conquer the Star Ao Empire soon..."

At the dining table, another figure spoke, his voice was like a gear, and his tone was surprised and admirable.

This figure is very strange and out of place with other figures that are either slender or enchanting. He is wearing thick and wide clothes, bulging, as if it is stuffed inside.

He wore a big top hat with a wide dome, covering his face, and he could vaguely see strange sensing goggles on his face, looking at the Beyra family carefully.

"Don't mention Winlington, this is the biggest traitor of our clan! If he had been willing to hand over this method, our Blood Spirit Clan would have counterattacked to the East Continent long ago. I wouldn't need to stay in the broken place of Baijian Port, hiding his name. It would take forty or fifty years to stay. My wife couldn't wait for such a long time..."

The first figure who opened his mouth stood up. This was a charming woman, wearing a black low-cut long skirt, her exposed skin exuded a strange fairness, and a black gauze hat with a faint face.

Next to him, a handsome blonde man with cross earrings stood up first, bowed and raised his hand, and helped the woman walk around.

The woman walked gracefully and came behind Biyula. She looked at the luoli with scarlet bloody eyes, as if she was admiring a delicious piece of food, and then bit her delicate neck, making a "gurgling" sucking sound.

"Ho ho ho..." Beula made a painful voice, but her little face twisted, with a strange expression of happiness.

The figure of the big hat looked silently, observing the little girl's changes, and said, "You should stop and suck it again, and this little guy will become a real bloodborne."

roar……

The enchanting woman raised her head, her sharp teeth were stained with blood, and she let out a low roar: "This damn Winlington, since she can't find his complete method, no one can think of it. I am not the stupid left-behind person in front of me. I want to leave the ghost place of Baijian Port..."

The other figures present also let out a low roar, and a cold and strange aura surged, and the entire restaurant seemed to be trapped in an ice cave.

The figure of the big hat was silent, but just silently stared at the Beula family. His interest in this family of three was obviously much greater than that of the enchanting woman.

After a while, the enchanting woman put one hand on the golden man and sat down again in her original position, regaining her elegant demeanor.

"Madam Xiamora, can I ask a question? Why do you all choose human races with outstanding appearance when you develop blood seeds?"

The top hat figure asked curiously: "I have studied that as long as the human race is healthy, the blood quality is similar. Will the human race with outstanding appearance be even better in the taste of your blood spirit race?"

Mrs. Xia Mora wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth with a napkin and chuckled: "Professor F, your question reveals the shortcomings of your mechanical genius. It's too rational and uninformed in the world..."

"Imagine that no matter how delicious a portion of food looks, if it looks unsightly, your appetite will be greatly reduced?"

The figure of the top hat suddenly realized and nodded in agreement. He did not care about Mrs. Shamora's ridicule at all, but was very happy because he got the answer.

"Professor F, let's talk about the serious matters. Are you willing to accept the deal I proposed before?" Mrs. Xia Mora said softly, as if she was whispering to her lover.

"You have to increase the price! The price is increased by 50%. " said the figure of the top hat.

"Risk 50%? Professor F, are you seeing my difficulties, are you taking the opportunity to raise the price?" Mrs. Xia Mora's tone was slightly cold.

"Not. Although our organization has a bad reputation, it has always guaranteed its reputation. The 50% price increase is the blame fee. The transaction was reached, and the last one was the one who took the blame. When you proposed the transaction, you deliberately concealed this point. This is very immoral. Mrs. Xiamora."

The figure of the top hat waved his hand, and a cracking sound came from the wide clothes, as if some mechanical was starting.
Chapter completed!