"Listen to me, Peros ..."

Scana has stood at the door of Peros.

"I don't know what's going on ... In the final analysis, there is only this, I can't support you to do this."

Scana was a little worried, but his words were worried, but there was no volatility in emotion.

This is how Scana is. Doing a lot of things and saying a lot of words are expressionless. When the captain of the Flying Eagle team in Scana managed the tranquility of the area, it was laughing, but nowadays, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, nowadays, now, now, as far as you are concerned, it is now.

The fragments they suffered were enough to make him lose a smile in his life.

Because Scana's parents were implicated because he was framed, he paid a painful price, so that Sika was so guilty in his heart, and he was silent.

However, his previous state has not changed much.

Cool, cold, seemed to have become synonymous with Sakana. Only Peros, this old friend, can keep him silent.

Or, listening to Peros like an old lady, forced.

"Last time we got the approval of the principal, and because we were the students of the Supreme College, we had a guarantee in this regard. We realized that there was the opportunity to enter the tomb of the king."

Scana obviously felt that this time it was unlikely.

"I am also a PhD in the college ..." Peros asked with some puzzles: "Find the principal, how can you not guarantee us ... and don't go to steal things ..."

"Oh!" Peros suddenly realized!

"You can't ... your business hasn't been completely solved yet. Your three -year guarantee period is just a few months ..."

Parlos frowned next to his heart.

"Maybe looking for the principal, the principal can solve this problem ... Um! It must be like this! Staka don't be afraid, the principal recognizes you, and I will guarantee you ... what are you afraid of ..."

Parlos frowned again: "I finally thought of a way ..."

Scanapi shook his head with a smile.

"The principal will no longer let us touch anything in the tomb of the king of the Kingdom ... believe me."

"If we know why we can't sleep three days ago ..." Peros lay down on the bed again, and was bounced by the bed for a while.

"On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, I found the disease from the ancient book. I feel that we are already a dead person ... haha ​​ah ah ah ..."

Pros kicked his feet on the bed, which meant a little coquettish. No, it should be ready to break the jar.

"What to do ... what to do ... We won't die here ... The holy water can not resist ~ Ah ah ah ah-"

Peros is about to lose his mind.

The cat called meow almost fell on the tree, fell straight on the ground, and ran away.

"Big ~ brain ~ in ~ trembling ~ shake ~ ah ah-"

Peros called like a child.

Sika can only stand outside the door and sigh.

No matter what kind of spell, once it is hit, it is the painful things that are extremely tortured.

If you can, maybe only something God owns can be solved ...

And at this time ... the long -lost doorbell rang quickly.

"Ding Dong-"

"Who!" Parlos sat up suddenly.

Scana also slowly stopped with his voice.

In doubt, the two of them opened the door and looked at each other.

You know, no one will come to the door of archeologists who have never been at home.

There are only seven days, and they are wild, they are at home ... torture themselves.

And slowly raising along the stairs. Outside the window, a person in a black robe was pressed the doorbell and waited quietly to open the door.
Chapter completed!