Chapter 1009: Chapter 1033 - Prison Dragon (33)

Chapter 1033 Prison Dragon (33)

“Thank you, Ms. Bai, for reminding me.”

Knowing this, Song Futing will naturally be more careful.

He put the leaf-shaped jade pendant in the palm of his hand. This jade is not cold, but warm, like the soft morning light shining on a person.

Baitang: “Mr. Song, I won’t help people back to life, but it’s okay to **** people from Lord Yan, or prolong their life by five hundred years.”

Baitang spoke extremely conservatively. She can even help Song Futing enter the path of cultivation.

Song Futing took a deep breath, and couldn’t believe it. He has come into contact with some practitioners, and no one would say such words as Baitang.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and Song Futing was instantly alert.

is the gloomy young man with an umbrella in his hand. He was very gloomy and full of killing intent.

This is an extremely dangerous young man.

This was Song Futing’s first reaction. His hand had already touched the gun, and he could take it out and shoot Cong Huai.

“Cong Huai, put the umbrella outside, come and sit.”

Baitang opened his mouth, and Song Futing took out his hand calmly.

Cong Huai looked at the words for a while, then put the umbrella aside, and walked in.

He used a familiar tone: “Why did you come out for so long?”

Baitang: “Talk to Mr. Song about the colorful stone. Mr. Song, Cong Huai.”

Song Futing nodded, “Mr. Cong, Song Futing.”

Cong Huai’s mood suddenly improved, and all the gloom was suppressed.

Baitang poured a cup of tea for him.

“Don’t blame Mr. Song, Cong Huai has such a temperament.”

Song Futing: “You two are going to Qianyun Mountain too?”

Recently, too many practitioners have come to this place. According to legend, there are divine beasts born in Qianyun Mountain. Since Baitang is a cultivator, it is unavoidable.

Cong Huai said suddenly: “Go and pick up my son.”

Baitang didn’t deny it: “My son will be born in a few days, I have to pick him up.”

Song Futing gave Baitang and Cong Huai a strange look in his eyes. He could understand every word, but he couldn’t understand it together.

In how many days is the son going to be born?

Song Futing couldn’t help but cast a glance at Baitang’s abdomen, which was very flat and showed no signs of pregnancy.

Baitang: “Mr. Song, there will be a deadline later. You can enter Qianyun Mountain after three days.”

Cong Huai stood up, turned and walked out, followed by Baitang.

Song Futing held the jade pendant in his hand and chuckled lightly. He was afraid that this jade pendant could only be left to collect dust.

After making a phone call, Song Futing said concisely: “Look up the life experiences of Baitang and Cong Huai.”

Song Futing took out his mobile phone, opened the window, turned on the camera, watched them walk out, took a few photos, and was about to send them over.

But found that in the photos he took, the figures of these two people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and these two people did not exist.

It was too weird, Song Futing had never encountered such a situation.

Song Futing spread his hands, took another photo of the leaf jade pendant, and sent it to a practitioner he knew.

[Brother Lu, is there anything special about this piece of jade? It was given by a practitioner. ]

After a while, the other party replied.

[Fu Ting, I can’t see anything from the photos. ]

[What about video? ]

[Intuitive than photos. ]

Song Futing directly typed the video and held the jade pendant in his hand: “What about now?”

“This… is a magic weapon, and I can’t see what it does.”

“Brother Lu can’t see it?”

“I’m afraid you can only see it when you hold it in your hand.”

Song Futing had no choice but to give up and put away the jade pendant.

(end of this chapter)