The Magnificent God of War

"I have brought back all the fragments. These are the best engineers. They are sure to restore the coffin to its original appearance."

The old naughty boy reached out and touched, and shook his head: "It's useless."

He sighed, and gently stroked the coffin plank with his palm.

This kind of coffin is made of thousand-year wood in one piece. Now I don't say whether I can find thousand-year wood. Even if I can find it, there are no craftsmen. Can you make one again?

The repaired things are naturally not as good as a coffin.

"If it can't be repaired, it's just to restore the appearance, it's useless, forget it."

He withdrew his hand, a little bit unwilling, but there was no way.

"That **** is just forcing me, leaving me with nowhere to go."

The old naughty boy snorted and said with emotion, "He is still as cunning, as treacherous, and as treacherous as before, and has no bottom line."

Jiang Ning waved his hand to let a few engineers out.

"What's so special about this coffin?"

The breath of the black coffin in front of me is indeed very different. It can be seen that it has gone through a lot of years, but it still has a steady breath. The lid of the coffin is covered, as if it can be isolated from the world.

"This is the longevity coffin."

The old naughty boy said, "You can live many more years if you sleep in it, even if it's a corpse, it won't rot for a thousand years."

Jiang Ning's pupils shrank, so amazing?

"Thousand-year wood is very rare. I can't find one here now."

The old naughty boy sighed, "That bastard, why is he willing to destroy it, isn't it just trying to force me?"

"I must kill him!"

His murderous aura is peaceful, completely different from the arrogant murderous aura before.

The old naughty boy at this moment seems to be more awake, and I am afraid that the memories in his mind have also remembered a lot, but Jiang Ning did not ask.

These coffins, these people, what the origins of these people are, Jiang Ning does not know now, but he knows that all these must be related to the Ji Dao Boxing Book.

He didn't know what Mr. Lang wanted to do.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I can't remember them now, but if I know, I will tell you."

The old naughty boy turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ning, "You kid, it looks pleasing to the eye."

"I just want to know what Mr. Lang wants to do."

"He wants to save people."

The old urchin said.

Save people?

If it is to save people, this starting point is correct.

"But in order to save people, he can kill other people. Everyone, as long as it affects what he saves, he kills, even if it is relatives and friends, even innocent passers-by."

Jiang Ning's eyes shook, so fierce?

This is too selfish!

"This person, who has no bottom line, is a blessing to be regarded as a cherished person, but if not, it would be normal for him to kill you."

"What era do you all come from?"

Jiang Ning looked at the old naughty boy and asked.

He can feel that the old naughty boy and Mr. Lang are obviously not of this era, especially the coffin, as long as they sleep in it, they can live many more years.

And the sixty-year-old man, in front of the old naughty boy, is called a child by him, which is enough to see that the old naughty boy is not young.

"What era?"

The old naughty boy raised his head, his eyes rolled and patted his head again.

"Can't remember,"

He shook his head, "Hey, that was the **** back then. He wounded me and almost killed me. I can't remember a lot of it now, I just remember that he must be killed."

"I only remember that in our era, there were many people who practiced martial arts, and they were just a big river and lake, with great masters everywhere, and great masters are not as good as dogs, but there are still only so many who can reach the top of ours."

"What about them?"

Jiang Ning asked again.

"where are they?"

The old urchin seemed to be stuck, "What about them? How about them? How about them? Yes, what about them?"