My golden finger is delicious

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Marvel at Wuding.

Behind An Rou, a muscular and bearded man grinned boldly.

There is a bit of aftertaste and pride in the words.

"It was a bit far away... J-20 sent me here."

Wu Ding: You are awesome! You guys are awesome!

Fighter.

In other words, with his current physical fitness, he should be able to withstand this speed.

I saw a trace of envy and yearning in Wu Ding's eyes.

An Rou rolled her eyes slightly.

"Hurry up, get these treasures done, let alone the J-20 in a hurry, the J-31 can even buy groceries, hurry up."

"Everyone, just move it. I have already cleared the traps."

It seemed like a casual greeting, with a bit of vague and focused urging.

Everyone still believes in Wu Ding's strength and character.

After all, this richest man is famous in the entire Chinese spiritual circle not only for his wealth, but also for his solid achievements.

Wu Ding watched them roll up their sleeves and move the gold bricks.

There is also a little regret.

If I had known that they were so anxious that they wouldn't even record it, I could have at least released another 50 secrets.

Well, people can't be too greedy, 150 secrets is already a lot.

Most of the people who came this time because they wanted "bricks" were of the "strength type".

Even An Rou, the wet nurse, is a King Kong girl who can withstand a 40-meter sword.

Some people can carry the cauldron.

Hey Yo, holding a gold brick half as high as a person, ran back and forth between the car and the Jinshan Mountain at the speed of a 100-meter race.

The other one is from the control system.

Draw a bubble, throw the gold bricks into it, and carry them around while they float.

The speed is a little slower, but it can hold a lot of things at once.

There is also a person next to the car who is responsible for fine-tuning.

Make sure that the gold bars thrown around by these reckless men can be stacked accurately and meticulously to maximize the use of space.

Oh, there is something special.

Someone was chanting a mantra there, and a clay doll suddenly appeared on the ground.

Nearly three meters tall, one step at a time, clumsy and naive, and the most people can carry at one time.

The two hands merge together and become a piece of earth.

The gold brick is just held above the head, stable.

One time is enough to transport at least one secret.

But the owner of the clay puppet didn't seem satisfied.

He jumped up and kicked the earth puppet's head away.

Wu Ding:! ! !

After he flattened the head of the clay doll, he squeezed another clay tablet around the neck.

Double layer transport up and down.

Wu Ding:…………

Looking at the "Xingtian" puppet walking steadily, Wu Ding didn't know what to say for a while.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally concluded it.

"Wouldn't it be possible to directly summon a transport vehicle to hold more?"

"You think he is Nuwa. He can make anything he wants."

To control such a clay puppet requires long-term training and control.

The reason why I chose the human form is to fight better.

After all, the human form is the most convenient form for combat, and it is also the most comfortable form for manipulation.

Wu Ding looked at the headless double-decker humanoid transport in front of him...

Forget it, ignore it.

Wu Ding didn't stop watching.

Roll up your sleeves and wear them together.

After referring to the transportation situation of the friends around him, Wu Ding was able to control it appropriately and behave less exaggeratedly.

After all the gold bricks are installed, they are covered with black cloth and sealed.

It was obviously just a simple move, but everyone felt an epic sense of satisfaction.

"drive."

Facts have proved that the car god of Qiu Mingshan can also exist in reality.

The military transport truck, which is already quite strong and durable and suitable for rough driving, is driven by the practitioners who are not afraid of wear and tear under the extremely fast racing. It is possible to drift even if you open a clamp.

Practitioners not only have strong physical fitness.

There are also cheating methods.

"Why are there so many gravels on the road ahead?"

"I'll go clean it up."

"The road ahead seems to be too narrow for cars to pass."

"I'm going to cut off a piece of the mountain next to it."

"Hey, sister An, look at the map. Going straight this way can save you a lot of distance."

"Someone, fill in this valley for me."

"Is this appropriate?" Wu Ding was slightly worried about the confidentiality issue.

"It's okay, there's no one around here, just dig up the dirt afterwards."

"I mean the satellite..."

"D-state-owned satellite?"

There is, but it has fallen off a long time ago.

With a running time of 4 hours, it is still an international joke.

Okay, don't worry about it.

However, just in case, Wu Ding still attached one mirage bead to the other.

Secretly add some protection.

The mirage beads are connected to each other, stringing the trucks into a necklace visible only to each other.

Although prophecies such as divination cannot be isolated.

Nor can it isolate the tremors from the earth as the trucks roar past.

But it allows them to explore both metaphysics and science and find nothing.

Of course, if a great-level figure takes action directly.

With his tyrannical strength and experience, he can indeed break them out of the illusion cover in one breath.

But the problem is that it is simply impossible to attack the top BOSS from the very beginning.

Chinese practitioners at least have a sense of great power, feelings of family and country, and a sense of national belonging and pride.

No matter how arrogant you are at ordinary times, you still know that in times of crisis, it is terrible to destroy a country and a family.

At the root, we stand together.

Country D is different, a country with parallel religious governments. Their No. 1 is directly anointed as a god.

The Guru at that time was known as the reincarnation of the three-phase god. To a certain extent, he stood on the opposite side of the government and the country.

So is today’s No. 1.

Who dares to disturb the peace of God casually?

Oh, right.

This matter may not spread yet.

After all, the armed forces secretly supported by the descendants of the previous "reincarnation of gods" discovered something strange...

The last thing I want is for my current boss to know.

"Isn't it great that no one is chasing me?" the strong man sighed with compassion while racing. "If they come, it won't be in vain."

Everyone, including Wu Ding, nodded.

Indeed, no matter what the reason, no one came to chase him.

It's all a kind of "kindness" to country D.

This matter was achieved by directly opening all green channels and issuing a death order from above.

Just a few of them are already powerful in combat.

Whenever there is some force in country D that they cannot solve.

In an instant, "terrifying" reinforcements from China will arrive directly to crush them.

The team of cultivators who had a smooth ride all the way successfully drove the trucks to the changing location.

Wu Ding picked up the mirage and got out of the car to help exchange the gold for the car.

Then he looked at the familiar logos on his truck with ecstasy.

"Isn't it strange that the mobile phone seller and the fresh food seller returned to China together?"

"Don't worry, we are smuggling illegally now. It doesn't matter what kind of painting it is."

The person responsible for picking them up smiled brightly.

"Originally, we planned to take the formal route, but it turns out there seems to be a slight misunderstanding on the D side."

The other party took the initiative to suggest that if you add more money, you can skip many steps to pass the customs and so on...

Then why are they so polite?

Are we the ones who are short of the bribe fee? !

Wu Ding didn't know why, but he remembered Count D's famous saying.

I just like this careless country.

Although the count is not talking about country D.

But the feeling given to Wu Ding is the same.

It's so endearing.

When the BRIC crosses the national border.

Everyone involved in the transportation couldn't help shouting.

In exchange for country D's suspicious looks from afar, they couldn't control them anymore.

That place is already Chinese territory.

“I’m so proud!!!!”

"Don't say bad words!"

"We succeeded ahhhhh!"

"I haven't seen it yet."

"You can apply for transportation to the vault later. It's up to you to look at it as you wish."

"Where are they sent?"

"Imperial Capital, Demonic Capital, Fudu Capital, Demonic Capital, Xidu..." Counting with fingers. "It's probably transported to wherever the air is."

No matter how big the national treasury is, unless the treasury staff and designers are involved.

Who else would know?

Even now I don't care about this.

Oh, now I have to care.

What a happy trouble.

What should I do if I can’t fit it in?

"Thank you for your hard work, young ones." Fan Xuan's voice came from the private channel. "When the time comes, each person will take a piece, and the brothers will buy wine."

Everyone:…………

Silence is a speechless choice.

"Why is there no sound?" What about the imaginary cheers?

An Rou sighed helplessly: "Boss, pay attention to your words."

"I've been meaning to say this for a long time."

"How did you pass the political review back then!"

"What does personal hobbies have to do with political review?"

After Fan Xuan stopped playing, he also stopped being a drama queen.

Make arrangements in an orderly manner.

Switch channels one by one.

Explain everyone's route forward, contact persons, and confidential passwords one by one.

As for Wu Ding, the only one in the team who didn't need to listen to the arrangements, he was directly arranged to kill twenty and send him home.

"Did An Rou tell you?"

"No, but the fact that you want to fly on a fighter jet...is it difficult to guess?"

"Yes, but don't send me home. I want to see Mr. Gui and Ms. Jiang. Help me make arrangements."

He was holding 11 little devils in his hands.

Ghost Lao is not a ghost cultivator.

It's just that the way of being a ghost is somewhat similar to that of Mei Qiang's family.

However, rank and force are completely different.

"Oh, then you follow the No. 3 convoy. Mr. Gui happens to be with Ms. Jiang."

"Together?"

"Yes, in a few days it will be Gui Lao's 120th birthday. He is Ms. Jiang's great-nephew."

"…………"

"Maybe great-grandchildren and great-nephews."

Fan Xuan: I tried my best.

Wu Ding: I also understand, they are relatives.

If Jiang Lan stays at home again, she will go there to celebrate her birthday on such a big day.

Even if people and ghosts have different paths.

They are also the only "people" close to each other.

I saw Jiang Lan again and looked at the female ghost "sister" with grace and beauty.

Wu Ding's mouth was very sweet, and his hands were even sweeter when he presented many materials that the Ghost Cult would like.

Of course, he didn't forget to prepare a formal gift for the birthday girl.

The ghost old man is really an old man with chicken skin and gray hair.

Witnessed the collapse of dynasties and the establishment of new countries.

Witnessed the collapse of the country and the demise of the family, and witnessed the decline to prosperity of the entire republic.

He once fled overseas and returned to China resolutely.

He was betrayed and lost everything. He also had children and grandchildren, and recognized an ancestor.

If he had any small regrets, it would be that he could not accept a disciple.

However, today's world is not suitable for ghosts.

Wanting to worship ghosts naturally requires greater financial and material resources. In the cultivation world that is already short of materials, this lineage has been sentenced to death.

It’s no shame if there is no one to inherit.

With the old man's seniority, no matter how powerful Wu Ding is, he still doesn't have to be polite when giving gifts.

"Young talent." The old man looked at Wu Ding with satisfaction.

The old man's ruthless eyes, which have read thousands of sails, are naturally accurate.

After just a few glances, I could get a rough idea of ​​Wu Ding's strength.

Recalling the words of the Fan family's little baby and ancestor, I have a better impression of Wu Ding.

Considering the old man's lack of energy, Wu Ding stopped being polite to the old man.

Let’s make it clear about Lao Niu directly.

Then he took out the remaining 11 little ghost clay sculptures from the backpack that had his breath sealed.

"This is...the twelve zodiac signs of country D?"

"Old Ghost, do you know?"

"That's why they used lions instead of tigers."

The old ghost touched the clay sculpture and couldn't help but have an angry look on his face.

"You have done evil."

"What's the difference between these imps and ordinary ones?"

"The age is even younger, and the ones basically used are children under three years old. The horoscopes are messed up, and it's not [raising the kid] but [suppressing the kid]."

Raising an imp is to develop a weapon and a ferocious character.

As for Ya Xiaogui, after these soul fragments were condensed together, they turned into a nightmare that tortured these broken souls.

"This should be his own creation. All he needs is the instant explosive power of these imps and their ability to act as formation eyes. I don't know exactly why Lao Niu is in this situation."

Jiang Lan touched a handful of 11 clay sculptures with empathy.

"It seems that Buddhists need to come over to help with research. This is not something we can solve."

"Thank you. If you need anything, please contact me as soon as possible."

"Hahahaha, they said you are as rich as the richest man. It seems that what they said is not necessary."

"It's just a small amount of money... Mr. Ghost?"

Wu Ding took the jade slip handed over by Mr. Gui with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is……"

"The art of conquering ghosts that I have learned all my life is here. You gave me such a heavy gift. I can't take advantage of the child in vain."

"No, no, I am..."

"Take it, I always think you can use it."

"???"

"If I hadn't been picked up by my master back then, I would have been in the astrology lineage, but that's fine, I heard that even that lineage wouldn't live long..."

Jiang Lan also nodded beside him.

"Arong's intuition is never wrong."

"Thank you very much."

Wu Ding: Is it useful? The next world won't be like a Chinese chat room, right?

Well, the next world is not a fairy tale.

But as soon as Wu Ding landed, he saw many, many ghosts.

"The clothes look like modern... Shaman King?" When he looked up, he didn't recognize Husheng Wen.

That would not be the Shaman King.

"What is that?" Wu Ding racked his brains to think about what kind of world this was.

He was lightly bumped on the arm by a passing boy.

The boy seemed to be studying the map intently before bumping into someone.

"It's okay." He said it in Japanese?

It seems like this is a comic book world.

Wu Ding glanced at the young man and admired his appearance. This was simply a masterpiece gifted by nature.

Very ordinary black hair, a pair of blue eyes.

Has an elf-like appearance and a slender figure.

[Protagonist-level face, but good looks in comics... There are so many, I still can’t remember which comic it is from. 】

The young man seemed to be used to everyone being stunned by his appearance. He smiled casually and turned around without saying anything.

But the moment he turned around.

A spirit appeared behind him, but Wu Ding froze in place.

That Ah Piao.

Black hair, black eyes, slicked back hair, leather jacket, fur collar, and a cross tattoo on his forehead.

Damn it, this is his favorite character! !