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Chapter 119 A Pencil

Such similar illusions have appeared several times, and each time they appear, it means that - it is really not an illusion.

The distinctive characteristics of that pen were not something Song Jing could imagine in his mind for a while.

If she hadn't been dazzled, she would have known what she had encountered again.

——For a moment, I didn’t know whether to sympathize with Kang Ling or myself.

It is terrible to meet ucts, but when you see ucts, Song Jing still can't help but wonder why their appearance is so strange, for example, this time it's a pen.

A more precise description is a pencil.

What is the utility of a pencil?

Of course, pen is related to writing. On the other hand, it also represents learning.

Thinking of the abnormal behavior of Kang Ling, my aunt recently mentioned, was she being entangled by UCT?

The child is beautiful and delicate, but has a bad temper. At this moment, he is also looking at Song Jing fiercely. Song Jing is just standing aside and does not disturb him from eating instant noodles, but is hated as if he had snatched his wife.

"you……"

She looked at Kang Ling, and to be honest, Song Jing couldn't say too much when facing the delicate and beautiful little boy, so she asked: "What have you encountered recently?"

At that moment, a surprise flashed in Kang Ling's eyes. In just a moment, he seemed to be struggling again, and his expression soon became vicious again: "What's your business!"

After saying that, he dropped the chopsticks and was in no mood to continue eating instant noodles, so he turned around and went back to his room.

Song Jing looked at the phone on his phone. It was two o'clock in the morning.

She took a sip of water and realized that she couldn't ignore it.

Kang Ling is not the main thing, the main thing is that UCT is in this family. If he gets into trouble with his aunt, he will not turn a blind eye to outsiders, let alone relatives.

Now that Song Jing has already had a certain degree of experience in dealing with such things, she finally sent a soul prompt to the boss she hadn't seen for a while.

Song Jing: [I met uct again.]

She looked left and right and felt that the word "Yu" was full of insight.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you don't have a job, you are probably resting. Song Jing doesn't think the other party can reply to him.

She sat down and began to think about whether this little broken child could have a chance to save him.

When I met Xi Wumian last time, I didn’t see any marks. In addition, UCT attacked suddenly, so I couldn’t even save it. Song Jing believed that he didn’t have the ability.

However, after the incident of the bride's coffin, I had a certain understanding of shelter.

——But she couldn't do it.

About two minutes later, the WeChat phone call prompt sounded in the secluded space.

Unexpectedly, the boss not only didn't sleep, but also called her directly.

Song Jing was flattered and answered.

"Hey?" The boss was about to be resting, his voice was a little tired and hoarse, but in just a short moment, he gradually calmed down as he said: "What uct have you met again?"

"A pencil."

Song Jing roughly described it: "It's just a pencil. I don't know how the unlucky child got stuck. It's very troublesome now. It's my relative's child. I can't ignore it. Do you think there is still a chance to rescue him?"

Emperor Nanchao: "...Are you in L City now?"

Emperor Nan Dynasty did not know Song Jing's whereabouts, but because of her particularity, someone reported her whereabouts.

Song Jing immediately said: "Yes."
Chapter completed!
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