Chapter 1033 Prisoner of the Dragon (33)

"Thank you, Miss Bai, for reminding me."

Song Futing knew this and would naturally be more careful.

He placed the leaf-shaped jade pendant in the palm of his hand. The jade was not cold, but warm, like the feeling of soft morning light shining on a person's body.

Bai Tang: "Mr. Song, I won't help people come back to life, but it is okay to snatch people from the hands of the Lord of Hell, or to extend their life span by five hundred years."

Bai Tang said it 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 things as Bai Tang.

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

It was the gloomy young man, holding an umbrella in his hand. He is 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 easily take it out and shoot Cong Huai.

"Cong Huai, put the umbrella outside, come and sit."

Bai Tang 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 said in a familiar tone: "Why did you come out for so long?"

Bai Tang: "Talk to Mr. Song about the colorful stones. Mr. Song, Cong Huai."

Song Futing nodded and said, "Mr. Cong, Song Futing."

Cong Huai's mood suddenly improved, and all his gloomy energy was suppressed.

Bai Tang poured a cup of tea and brought it to him.

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Song, Cong Huai has such a temperament."

Song Futing: "You two are also going to Qianyun Mountain?"

Recently, too many cultivators have come to this place. According to legend, there is a divine beast coming to the world in Qianyun Mountain. Since Bai Tang is a cultivator, he cannot avoid being secular.

Cong Huai suddenly said: "Go and pick up your son."

Bai Tang did not deny it: "My son will be born in a few days, and I have to go pick him up."

Song Futing looked at Bai Tang and Cong Huai with strange eyes. He could understand every word, but he couldn't understand them when they were connected together.

How many days will it take for your son to be born?

Song Futing couldn't help but glance at Bai Tang's abdomen. It was very flat and there was no sign of pregnancy.

Bai Tang: "Mr. Song, we'll see you later. We can only enter Qianyun Mountain in three days."

Cong Huai stood up, turned around and walked out, followed by Bai Tang.

Song Futing held the jade pendant in his hand and chuckled. He was afraid that this jade pendant would just sit and gather dust.

After making a phone call, Song Futing said concisely and concisely: "Check the life experiences of Bai Tang 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.

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

It was so 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 cultivator he knew.

[Brother Lu, is there anything special about this jade? Given by a practitioner. ]

After a while, the other party replied.

[Fu Ting, you can’t tell anything by looking directly at the photo. ]

[What about the video? ]

[Intuitive than photos. ]

Song Futing directly called the video and held the jade pendant in his hand: "What now?"

"This... is a magic weapon. I can't tell its specific function."

"Brother Lu, can't you see that?"

"I'm afraid you can only tell if you hold it in your hand."

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