Mixed Miners

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The suburb of Little Rock, the capital of Arkansas, stands as a former state university and has now become a national university in the Free State of Arkansas.

Bright sunshine, fine harmony, the Republic’s newly elected president is giving an impassioned speech with a group of aides at the university’s rugby field.

Numerous people outside the stadium held high-profile protest banners and flags to hold protests. These are people who want to return to the American family. Of course, the goals are different. Some ask to join the East, and some ask to return to the West. The Fang was divided into two different camps, and they attacked each other with stones and bricks. The scene was chaotic.

Suddenly, a black whirlpool of a few hundred meters in the clear sky appeared out of thin air, and a horrible atmosphere was overwhelming. When everyone was panicked, I saw two young men coming out of the black hole. Then, it floated down in the eyes of the public and just fell on the president’s podium.

"Hey~~, buy it, this is the **** of China!"

Countless people exclaimed, especially the college students in the stands, suddenly excited, screaming and squeezing on the court.

"Come on the protection of the president!" The security guards around the podium looked at the falling Yang Ling and the stick, and suddenly they were on the verge of enemies. They raised their weapons and aimed at Yang Ling and the stick.

Yang Ling grinned, and a reiki swept out. All the people immediately felt that they were thrown into the ice caves of Wannian. At the same time, they were like thundering in their minds. The sound of banging lost their ability to think, and they were pale. The emperor retreats, and many of the crazy crowded students are stepped on the ground.

The stick's left eye flashed, and a huge light curtain was projected, showing a picture of an old man with a beard and a robe.

"Who do you know where this person is?" The stick looked at the light curtain and asked in English. The voice was not big, but everyone on the scene heard it clearly.

Many people haven't recovered yet. The president of the Arkansas Republic, standing on the podium, trembled and asked the staff behind him. "Where is this guy? Who knows? Find him out! Don't let China The gods waited for a long time."

Several of the aides around me shook their heads. Only one of the old-fashioned heads shivering their foreheads and shivered and said: "Mr. President, this is Dr. Witz of our school, but... but he has already... is dead. !"

"Boss, we are late, this guy has hung up!" The stick turned to Yang Ling regretfully shrugged.

I go! Yang Ling’s head fluttered a few black lines, and the heart said that Laozi’s luck was no more. It’s hard to find a guy who studies magic. He’s actually dead. Didn’t he go out and watch the Huangli today?

How to do?

Yang Ling looked up at the sky for forty-five degrees. A golden sun hangs in the quiet and clear sky. It looks very peaceful, but his heart is wow and cool.

The boss had difficulty, the younger brother took the trouble, and the stick was very eye-catching, and the old man was caught. He said with sorrow: "How did this guy die, how long has he died?"

The old man was pale and very frightened. "Mr. Immortal, Dr. Witz died for almost a month. We are the body found in his laboratory!"

"What about the body?" The stick squinted and asked.

"Buried... buried!"

"Go and dig him out!"

"what?!"

The white-bearded old man was shocked.

And the people around them are panicked. I don't understand that the two gods who came from China from the sky will dig up a dead man who has died of the month.

"But...but..." But the old man with white beard didn't say anything for a long time. President Arkansas, standing in the middle of a pile of bodyguards, shuddered and asked the staff behind him again: "What does this guy named Witz do?" ”

Next to an assistant with a tablet, squatting on the screen and said: "Mr. President, this Wits claims to be a...a wizard, I think... I think the Chinese gods are going to thoroughly purify the souls of these evil guys! ”

At this time, the stick still bears the old man with white beard and does not care. "But a fart, hurry to take us, drag and drop, and be careful that Laozi will play your beggar!"

Well, the white-bearded old man certainly understands the pure English of the stick, and soon surrendered. He said an address. The stick turned to Yang Ling and nodded and said: "Boss, I have found this guy, we have to go see it. Look?"

Yang Ling nodded helplessly, and now he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, to see if he is not pregnant.

So the two did not delay the time, the stick projected a position to show the position, Yang Ling glanced, the hand gently swayed, a resounding scroll, two people with the white beard old man blinked and lost.

All the people at the scene were relieved, but the curious students and listeners were asking where the two gods hijacked their principals~www.wuxiaspot.com~ which naturally has a flexible head, according to the stick The projection immediately thought of the strange professor who used to wear a sorcerer's robe all the time, with a dirty hat and a gray-legged bone staff. Then he ran outside the school and pulled it. Hundreds of students have run away.

A speech was stirred up by Yang Ling and became a disease. The tears of the president’s direct collapse were all down, and his hands were constantly drawing a cross in his heart. He kept praying for the headmaster of his national university. He hoped that he would not make a scorpion. The two gods are not happy.

The cemetery is near the school.

Surrounded by green trees, a large stone monument was planted on a flat green lawn.

The stick carries the white-bearded old man, and under the guidance of the old man, he quickly finds a brand new tombstone. There are some withered bouquets and some strange items in front of the tombstone.

There are no English or Chinese characters on the tombstone, and there are many strange symbols in the curved, and there is a pattern in the center that looks like a mysterious ritual.

Yang Ling kicked the **** of the stick. "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

The stick stared at the tombstone and looked at the eyebrows and said: "Boss, it should not be wrong. This monument is engraved with the magical characters of the middle world. Except for this guy named Witz Avian, it should not be. Someone else is not so tune."

The white-bearded old man also pointed to the tombstone at this time and said: "Dr. Witz is buried here!"

"Boss, do you want to dig it out?"

Yang Ling's cheeks gently nodded a few times. The stick immediately opened his eyes and threw his white beard old man aside. He slapped the tombstone into pieces with a slap, and then his hands waved like a wheel, and soon the ground was cut open. A large pit, the dark coffin board is revealed. Mobile users please browse m to read, a better reading experience.