Start call: My pet actually comes from history

The chatter did not disturb Kong Mingmiao, who was suspending the Liuren Plate in front of him at this moment. The room became quiet. Su Buyu only saw Kong Mingmiao's mouth moving slightly, and the circular sky plate above the suspended Liuren Plate was dripping rapidly. Spin it up.

Less than three seconds.

The disk stopped spinning.

Divination completed.

Su Buyu looked at Kong Mingmiao and had only one thought in his mind, and that was something bad. Although he couldn't understand the hexagrams, he had eyes and could see the unconcealed trace of Kong Mingmiao's eyes after the hexagrams were displayed. Solemn, this also made the atmosphere in the room become silent.

A moment of silence.

Kong Mingmiao fiddled with the hexagram plate twice before muttering something strange to himself.

Su Buyu heard this and asked quickly: "Prime Minister, what's so strange?"

"According to the hexagram, Sun Quan and the thief were not in Lishi. Instead, they went to the Shan Kingdom. There was a danger of trapping animals there."

Shan country.

Where is this?

Without waiting for Kong Mingmiao to explain, Su Buyu quickly took out his mobile phone to log in to the game, enter Where Are the Pets? and quickly zoomed out the current map. When he zoomed out, when he saw Sun Quan's Diao head, he was stunned: "No, Quan How could Quan go to Myanmar?"

In confusion——

Su Buyu even saw Sun Quan Diao shouting to him: Xiao Su, are you surprised or surprised?

Is it okay to go anywhere in that place?

This is a small-kidney hell that is said to have a waist in but no waist out. I didn’t keep a close eye on him at all times. Why did he run away to that place with Dabai? Quan Quan wouldn’t be lying on the operating table and being fucked by his waist now, right? It shouldn't be the case. After all, Quan Quan is just a mink now, and the mink's kidneys shouldn't be worth much...

and many more.

And Dabai, this guy has become a goose stewed in an iron pot, right?

No.

He had to book a flight ticket quickly, otherwise when Quan Quan came back, he would probably only have one piece of skin left, because Sun Quan Diao was probably affected by the accident, and Su Buyu, whose mind was in a state of confusion due to concern, had completely forgotten some things at the moment. .

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at the same time.

In a mountain forest somewhere, a petite figure was running with ease in the mountain forest. When it came to a sunken area closed by weeds, it looked around and pushed aside the weeds to reveal a cave. It got into the cave. Not deep, just a few steps to the end.

Looking at the white figure lying in the depths of the cave, panting.

This petite figure took out the fruit hanging in his mouth and crushed it. Then he opened the mouth in front of the white figure's head and dripped the juice in: "Dabai, rest assured, Gu will definitely take you back and wait until we find a place with a signal. , I will call Xiao Su and the others here, I will definitely tear off the heads of these barbarians to avenge you."

talking.

The figure put the squeezed pulp into his mouth and sighed.

Unexpectedly, he, the great Sun Quan and Sun Zhongmou, would be forced to this point by the barbarians. Those damn ghost-controllers, when he recovered, he would tear off their heads and use them as balls to kick.

The cave was so quiet that only breathing could be heard.

Staying in the damp cave, the environment was worse than wandering, which made the figure, Sun Quan Diao, couldn't help but miss the hotel thousands of miles away. As long as he didn't come here with Dabai in the past two days, he should be lying on the bed and enjoying it. Let's sleep in a warm bed or play games.

Thinking about hotel depravity.

Sun Quan Diao turned over, but his claws accidentally touched Dabai's wings that were injured by the gunshot. He looked at the comatose Dabai's body shaking slightly because of pain.

Sun Quan Diao, who withdrew his attention, finally suppressed his anger even more.

I wish I could kill those guys now to avenge Dabai.

only--

Feeling the dragon energy in his body that took several hours to recover to almost half, Sun Quan Diao had to admit that he alone might not be able to take revenge.

Damn barbarians.

To be able to control so many powerful ghosts.

Thinking of how he finally managed to escape from the so-called factory building yesterday, Sun Quan Diao, who seemed to have been poured by a basin of cold water, began to think about his retreat more calmly. Now he was fighting alone in this barbaric land, and Dabai was injured and unconscious. .

Have to admit.

He was in trouble.

The only solution for now is to shake people.

Think of shaking people.

Sun Quan Diao raised his paws and dug up a piece of soil next to Dabai's palm. There, he picked up a mobile phone with a cracked screen glass.

The phone lights up.

There are still more than [-] electricity.

Even if it took two hours to make a call, it would be okay, but there was no signal. Seeing Dabai, Sun Quan Diao, who couldn't exploit the technological loopholes, decided to let Dabai rest for two hours before considering moving it to a place with signal.

Look at the time.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning.

Seeing this, Sun Quan Diao, who was extremely tired, turned off his phone again and put it behind his back. Then he leaned against the cave wall and closed his eyes slightly to take a nap. Yesterday, he carried the injured Dabai and ran around all night, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Just when it closed its eyes, a group of people were already approaching this mountain range.

There were roughly twenty or thirty people in this group.

Most of them were wearing camouflage uniforms and protective shoes. At first glance, they looked like troops performing tasks in the mountains and forests of the last century.

But if you look closely at their expressions, they all have a ferocious look on their face. Coupled with the firearms that each person carries in their hands or in their waists, they are completely different from the so-called troops.

The group traveled some distance.

Among the six people in the front of the team who were even more strangely dressed in black burqas, one person stopped in his tracks, then revealed a dry and old palm of his and waved it to signal everyone to stop.

see.

The group of people also stopped and looked around.

Among them, a dark-skinned man with a fierce face and a tattoo on his face, who was behind the black-robed figure, frowned and asked, "Master Atong, what did you find?"

However, faced with the question from the short-haired man.

The black-robed man named Master Atong didn't mean to answer. Instead, he bent his waist slightly, stretched out his rough and dry fingers and gently picked off a dew-covered weed next to him.

Apparently he regarded the man with short hair as air.

This face-saving behavior made the short-haired man obviously embarrassed, and he unconsciously tightened the gun in his hand.

The behavior is dangerous.

Master Atong immediately turned around, revealed his true face, and stared deeply at the short-haired man. His dark and emotionless eyes made the short-haired man's hair stand on end, and his muscles all over his body became tense instantly.

Those in the team who had never seen Master Atong’s true appearance were also shocked.

Under the black robe of this master is an old man who is as thin as a mummy. Apart from the burqa, he only has a black cloth around his waist to cover his private parts. His skin is covered with strange black lines. .

"Walk...."

Master Atong said hoarsely, gently crushed the weeds with his fingers, turned around and walked away.