It took Yang Ning nearly an hour to take care of several soul lamps.
For him, this is one of the few entertainment activities.
Putting down the several soul lanterns in front of the desk, Yang Ning turned to look at the three soul lanterns behind him.
At the same time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, picked up the phone and said, "Where are my things? Where did you send them to me?"
Yang Ning remembered that the new trophies he had obtained at Wensheng Mountain this time had not been sent over.
He put down the phone and hesitated for a while, feeling as if he had forgotten something again.
The little turtle with broken limbs tied his severed hands and feet around his neck, climbed up to Yang Ning's desk little by little, and tapped "bang" and "bang" twice on his mobile phone with his severed hand, happily. Said: "Chengcheng, you didn't unlock the screen or dial the number!"
Yang Ning: "..."
Big Fat Sun (Heiyan) got out of the white cloth bag on Yang Ning's shoulder, "Good guy, are you even pretending now?"
"Tell others clearly that there is no normal thing around you?"
Yang Ning took out another soul lamp from the white cloth bag and stared at Big Fat Sun's black smoke.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! It's me who's abnormal! It's not Chengcheng!"
Big Fatty Sun’s urgent shouting was immediately silenced.
Then, Yang Ning raised her hand and knocked on the table. The mobile phone on the table automatically turned on, automatically unlocked, automatically dialed, and automatically connected.
This is to automatically connect the called person on the other side.
"H-Hello? What's wrong? You said you said..."
The little fox Chao Gexue's voice sounded extremely nervous on the phone, and there were anxious shouts in the background: "Seal the spirit! Seal the spirit!"
"Ruanyuan! You really can control it!"
"What the hell are you farting?! This is the spiritual consciousness of a god's robe, okay?! Do you think you are your own pig and you can control it at your whim?!"
"No, you, a family that has inherited soul arts for thousands of years, can't even control the spiritual consciousness of a bunch of crow feathers?"
"You are still a corpse exorcist genius who can empathize with the dead, but why can't you hold down this pile of crow feathers?"
Listening to the argument on the other end of the phone, Yang Ning knew why his trophy had not been delivered.
He didn't hang up the phone, raised his hand and released a wisp of black smoke from his fingers.
The trembling Sangmen Xingjun appeared in front of Yang Ning.
Yang Ning asked: "Your robe made of crow feathers is a bit dishonest, what should I do?"
Sangmen Xingjun blew a breath, and the bickering on Yang Ning's phone stopped. "Huh? It's not struggling anymore?"
"Maybe, yes, someone took action, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the other side of the phone fell completely silent.
Chao Gexue pretended to be calm and said: "Um, I'll send it to you in a minute!"
Yang Ning asked with a smile: "Are you coming to send it off in person? I think I saw you on the plane back to Zhongzhou from Kunlun last time? You didn't pay attention to me..."
The little fox on the other side of the phone: "Hey, hey, hey? What, what did you say? Sorry, the signal here is not good, I'll hang up first!"
Yang Ning smiled and said nothing.
Chaoge's snow-white and furry tail over there was spinning like a propeller, but no matter how she packed her cell phone, the call with Yang Ning just couldn't be hung up.
The little fox was about to burst into tears: "You, do you have any other orders?"
"Huh? Look at you, you're still so careless..."
Yang Ning said casually: "There's nothing else to do, just get busy."
Chao Gexue pressed the phone again before hanging up.
The Special Administration Bureau was busy here, while Yang Ning checked his three trophies first.
In order to let the three trophies understand themselves more comprehensively and objectively, Yang Ning used some small tricks in the past few days. What he did in Wensheng Mountain was broadcast in the soul for the three trophies.
The first angel wings, the soul lamp flame is normal.
Yang Ning discovered that these two pairs of originally pure white wings already had several feathers, and the color became as bright as blood.
He smiled and said: "Well, it seems that Mr. Angel's faith in your God in Heaven is not indestructible..."
"I'm looking forward to the moment when my Spirit Sect Blood Angel comes to the world."
The second item, Dragon Teeth.
This one is rather stubborn. After all, even as a captive, the aloof Shenlong still has his own pride.
Therefore, among the three soul lamps behind the desk, this one has the brightest flame.
The third piece is the hand bone of the devil Buddha.
The previous purple gold hand bones now have a heart-stopping red blood color inside.
In fact, the bright red color of the blood has overshadowed the original purple-gold color of the hand bones.
What was originally a shocking hand bone now seems to have an added sense of artistic beauty.
As for the soul lamp underneath this one...
The flames were only a little bit dim, and it felt like a gust of wind could extinguish them at any time.
Yang Ning: "..."
"Your Excellency Demon Buddha, as a high-dimensional creature, don't you have any persistence and bottom line of your own?"
In the soul lamp, the demon Buddha appeared with a flattering smile, "Are you back?!"
"I don't want to think about anything right now, I just want to cook for you!"
Yang Ning: "You're not angry at all when I set those weird rules?"
Mo Buddha: "Angry? Why am I angry? It's too late for me to be happy! By the way, will you have supper tonight?"
Yang Ning had nothing to say to this shameless demon Buddha.
Not long after, people from the Special Administration Bureau arrived. A group of people worked together to carry a dark crow feather robe and carefully placed it in Yang Ning's store.
Brother Chen came up and said, "Um, I brought you something, do you see it?"
Yang Ning nodded: "Yes, I understand, let's go."
The others left, Brother Chen lowered his head and looked embarrassed.
Yang Ning: "What are you doing? Do you want me to keep you for dinner?"
Brother Chen stood there shivering, not daring to leave. He seemed to have something to say but didn't dare to say it.
Seeing him like this, Yang Ning smiled.
He thought for a while and said, "I am very satisfied with the attitude of your Special Administration Bureau towards me in the past two months."
"Almost everything I asked for, you did it to the best of your ability."
"Even if someone insists on sanctioning me, I will still give you full marks for your performance."
"Go back, repair the bodies of those two people, find a place, and send me the address."
Brother Chen breathed a long sigh of relief and said excitedly: "Thank you, thank you!"
"Then I'll leave first!"
He turned around and ran out of Yang Ning's Lingwa store as if running away.
Looking at Brother Chen's back, Yang Ning frowned and shook his head: "As for that? Am I so scary?"
He made room on the wall and hung up the crow feather robe of Lord Sangmen Xingjun.
After the angel wings, the dragon, and the bones of the devil, the fourth trophy, the immortal robe, appears.
At the same time, the fourth trophy soul lamp was also lit.
Another too weak flame jumped up.
Looking at the flames that seemed to be extinguished at any time, Yang Ning suppressed his anger and asked: "No, Sangmenxing!"
"I've done this to you, and you don't resent me at all?!"
In the weak flames, the face of Sangmen Xing appeared.
"Ahem, that, that..."
"The superiors have issued guidelines for handling this situation, saying that if one day you find yourself in this situation, you must not be resentful. Just maintain a certain mentality and you will suffer a lot less."
Yang Ning said angrily: "What kind of mentality?!"
The Sangmen Star in the Flame: "Just be grateful and that's it."
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