The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 675
When Wang Chen and the woman were going to deal with those who shot in the back, Guilong squatted on the road, holding two eyes in his hand.

He held a compass in his left hand, but this compass was different from those feng shui compasses. It was a modified compass, with pointers of its color inlaid on the compass.

And in his right hand, he was holding a shovel. The shovel was very unusual, it looked like it was electrified.

Standing cautiously on a section of the road, Guilong's face was full of seriousness when he saw a pointer on the compass that was spinning very violently stop.

He squatted down slowly, dug a spoonful of soil on the ground with a small shovel, and then pressed a button on the handle of the shovel.

As the button was pressed, the shovel suddenly spun on the spot. In an instant, a small hole twice as high appeared on the ground, and inside the small hole, there were still many debris.

Looking at those fragments, Guilong breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured emotionally: "Fortunately, the little apprentice was playing with traps and gave me these two things. Otherwise, how could I be so unlucky today."

The things of the Guilong Club are miscellaneous, and among his few apprentices, many of them specialize in one discipline. His little apprentices are on the road of playing traps, and there are basically few in the entire Dragon Kingdom who can surpass him.

The compass in my hand is designed to find traps. For example, there are seven pointers of different colors on the compass, and each pointer represents a material.

Although there are many types of traps, they cannot escape these materials, such as iron, wood or other types.

And the effect of this compass is similar to that of a magnet, but it is not known how many times stronger than the attraction of a magnet.

As for the shovel in his hand, it is specially used to check the trap. As long as the central area of ​​the trap is found, the shovel will be twisted and the trap will be destroyed.

This set of equipment is not seen by the outside world at all, and even the entire Dragon Kingdom has only three sets, one set is used by my little apprentice, the other set is offered by my little apprentice as an ancestor, and the third set is in my own hands. This set.

At the beginning, in order to develop this set of tools, my apprentice lost his two secular industries, which cost at least [-] to [-] million yuan.

"A set of two or three billion..."

The figure of his little apprentice appeared in his mind, and Guilong sighed, wishing he could fly back and beat him out of the shit right now.

Although this set of tools is very useful now, it is often useless and takes up space on the body.

If it weren't for my little apprentice who wasted seven or eight hundred million yuan to get this junk thing, I would have thrown this thing away long ago.

"Old Gui, this thing in your hand is very interesting."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, scaring Guilong into a cold sweat, but when he saw the person coming, Guilong heaved a sigh of relief, and said cursingly: "You old stick, I haven't seen you for many years, I Thought you were dead."

After finishing speaking, he shifted his gaze to Hemera, and said playfully to the old man: "Okay, old man, it's fine for an old cow to eat tender grass, but he even found a big wild horse."

The old man in Taoist robe and holding a handful of floating dust in his hand heard what Guilong said, and said lightly: "Old Gui, your little girl is my apprentice, well, she is also the contemporary saint of Sky Garden."

"Apprentice? Sky Garden?"

Guilong smiled, stood up slowly and said to the old man: "Old god stick, don't talk nonsense, since you are here, just drop it."

The corner of the old god stick's mouth twitched and looked towards the building covered by the power grid. He didn't know whether it was nostalgia or emotion and said: "I never thought that there are people in the world who are afraid of death to such an extent. They obviously have the upper hand on their side, but still Make it look like a turtle shell."

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Guilong laughed again, but the laughter was very harsh.

The old god stick snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Hemera and said, "Hemera, you have to remember, don't associate with this old guy in the future, he is not a good person, if you associate with him, you will learn to be bad."

Hemera's face was calm. After hearing what the old god stick said, she nodded obediently and said, "Got it, Hemera listens to the teacher."

"Speak like you're a nice guy yourself."

Guilong smiled disdainfully, slowly put the equipment in his hand into the backpack, waved his hand, and directly directed the old magic stick: "Old magic stick, although you are not authentic, you often count black tricks, but you are still very reliable at critical moments. Come on, come on, figure out which road is safe, so that I don’t have to look for traps, and I can’t find them all at dawn.”

"When did Master Dao ever calculate black divination?"

The old god stick smiled disdainfully, suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, then lowered his head again, took out a small white turtle shell from his pocket and pinched it in his hand.

He tapped the tortoise's shell twice with his fingers, then squatted down and put the tortoise's shell on the ground.

After the tortoise shell was placed on the ground, it suddenly turned over on the spot. After turning countless times, the tortoise shell suddenly stood upright on the ground.

"How about it?"

Looking at the upright tortoise shell, Guilong asked curiously.

The old magic stick put away the tortoise shell with a smile, and said lightly to the turtle dragon: "Wait, wait, it should be lively here, um, it's not even twelve o'clock, here at twelve o'clock." It must be very lively, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts, it can be regarded as a small high-level confrontation. "

Guilong was confused by the words of the old god stick. At this moment, Hemera said with a holy face: "Teacher, you mean that there will be a confrontation between the two sides here later."

"As expected of my apprentice, you actually tell the truth."

The old magic stick nodded, stood up and patted Hemera's head kindly.

If Wang Chen was here, after hearing what the old god stick said, he would definitely have a yellow face on his face. The woman Hemera learned nothing else from the old god stick, so she learned his deceptive kung fu.

The appearance of a saint, the heart of a magic stick, this is Wang Chen's evaluation of Hemera.

Guilong stood up, looked at the hill where Wang Chen was, frowned and said to the old god stick: "Why do I feel more and more cautious in this place?"

"Because this used to be a cemetery."

As soon as Guilong's words fell, Hemera pinched her fingers twice, and said to Guilong with a solemn face.

When Guilong saw Hemera pinching her finger to tell her fortune, and hearing this again, her body couldn't help shivering.

After the woman said this, I really got a little scared.

Guilong didn't see it. When Hemera said that this was a cemetery, the corners of the mouth of the old god stick next to Hemera twitched, and there was still a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

Tell your own fortune, most of what you tell is the truth.

And my precious apprentice fortune-telling, most of the time is fooling around...

(End of this chapter)