A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

The shaman was taken aback: "Interpol? That's not Lingdao..."

Sister Fa pointed to the dog's head protruding from the car window: "Sister is his boss."

Lingdao laughed a few times: "Hello, hello..."

"Brother Lingdao, hello, hello." The shaman took the initiative to walk over, stretching out his hand for a handshake: "I've been wanting to get to know you for a long time, except for the big whale, you are the most embarrassing in the group... I've already washed my hands Now, can I shake your hand, please?"

Ling Dao was taken aback, and spat: "Hey, I am the most embarrassing besides the big whale! Obviously I am the most embarrassing... Oh no, there is something wrong with that... I am not ashamed at all, okay! I Ling A certain person has always done things worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, how can I be ashamed? You shaman, you really can't speak, but for the sake of your sincerity, I will forgive you once."

He was about to shake hands with the shaman, but he took the lead in holding Lingdao's hand while drinking porridge, and the shaman was speechless.

"Hello." Drinking Porridge said with a smile: "Dare to shake hands with the shaman, dare to ask Mr. Ling Dao, are you planning to commit suicide?"

"... Huh?" Ling Dao still didn't understand anything.

"It's okay, just ask the shaman to shake hands with him." Le Luo looked cheerfully, no matter whether Sister Ling Daofa believed it or not, on the contrary, he believed it. With the opportunity to cheat, she would of course be happy to make things worse, make things worse, and jump on the grave Di: "It's not really a dog leash anyway, it's just an African at most."

Shaking his head while drinking porridge, he said, "No, no, I'm a successor of a medical sage. It's not my duty to see death and refuse to save him. I must fulfill my responsibilities. Of course..." He glanced at Ling and said, "Someone wants to do something. If you die, then I won't stop you."

Ling said: "???"

The shaman was not happy, and he retorted loudly angrily: "What do you mean, it hurts me! I don't believe that if I touch it, I will die! I am not poisonous! Ling Dao, you have to prove it for me, hold me!" It’s just a hand! It’ll be fine!”

Indeed, the theory of luck is too ethereal, and this is a saying that only exists in the East.

Only those who have studied the Tianzi Wangqi technique can observe the change of luck, even the heroic spirits cannot do it, and the saints have to measure it. Drinking porridge is considered a talent, so they can directly 'see' it. After mastering the Tianzi Wangqi technique, it is necessary to go through arithmetic to deduce a general idea.

Of course most people would not believe what he said.

Nowadays, except for porridge, other people have little or no understanding of luck. Le Luo would rather believe it or not. He has already been in awe of the shaman and wished to send him thousands of miles away immediately.

Ling Dao and Sister Fa didn't understand.

Sister Fa was thoughtful, but Ling Dao thought it was a prank.

The IQ gap between the two immediately appeared, and the difference between the boss and the subordinate was real.

Ling Dao squinted at a few people, the standard Daqin Kobold with a lively expression, he put his arms around his arms: "I, Ling, thinks you are fucking teasing me, are you trying to scare me? Are you trying to look at it on purpose? Am I ashamed? Has someone already recorded this interesting incident and wants to post it in the group? Hehe, let me tell you, I won’t be fooled today!”

Le Luo clapped his hands: "Yes, I can still record it, wait, I will take a video with my mobile phone."

After drinking the porridge, he spread his hands and silently took out his phone.

Sister Fa also thought about it, and took out her mobile phone.

The three bosses stood in their positions and began to record this interesting event from three angles.

When Ling Dao saw this posture, he suddenly became a little calmer, why... It was obviously a bluff, but my sixth sense told me not to do it.

The shaman eagerly said: "Come and shake hands, come on! Boss Lingdao, you have to prove my innocence. My shaman is definitely not the kind of person who will evaporate the European spirit. They are all nonsense and scaring us!"

Ling Dao swallowed a mouthful of spit, and forced himself to calm down: "Yes, yes! How could such a thing happen! Even the heroic spirits can't do it, it's really ridiculous!"

He stared at the shaman's hand, no matter how ordinary it looked, it didn't look like a demon's hand or the grip of immortality at all.

Now that things have happened, he can't follow his heart. Everyone is watching, he can't be ashamed!

"Come on! It's just a handshake, I don't believe that people can die!"

Ling Dao had a desperate expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand and held the shaman's right hand together. At that moment... Lingdao felt something in his body passing away crazily.

In just one second, it seems as long as a whole century.

Ling Dao let go of his hand as if being shocked by an electric shock. Before he knew it, cold sweat soaked his back, and he muttered to himself: "I seem to have been evaporated just now..."

At this moment, in the circle surrounded by police cars, a luxurious car with the logo of the British royal family suddenly drove up, attracting the attention of several people around.

From the exit position, three figures walked out.

The Queen, whose half-body clothes were soaked in blood, came at the same time as Sir Gawain helping a fainted young man. His mask was removed, his head was drooping, his body was covered with blood, his cheeks were pale, and his breathing was extremely weak. No one can see his appearance clearly.

And the few people here, except for the shaman, all have excellent eyesight, and can see a nail a hundred meters away.

They could see the boy's appearance, which was too familiar.

Le Luo kicked open the door of the police car, and the voice blurted out: "Bai Jue!"

Fasalia couldn't help being stunned: "He seems to be seriously injured..."

Drinking porridge took a look, shook his head and said, "It's not just a serious injury, it's dying, his heart is broken, and the curse is spreading... I have to go."

As he spoke, he walked towards Bai Jue's direction.

Sister Fa paused and said, "I'm with you!"

Ling Dao also suddenly stretched out from the car window, shocked: "Damn it! How could he become like this! Next to him are Queen Elizabeth and Gao Wen... What happened?"

Le Luo sighed: "I don't know what happened, but...it seems that the lucky boss who I drank the porridge mentioned earlier has already confirmed who it is..."

The shaman widened his eyes, shook his head and said, "It's not me, I'm not, I'm not! I didn't cause him to become like this."

"You are indeed not the direct murderer, but..."

Le Luo glanced at Bai Jue pityingly: "According to what you said about drinking porridge, he was rubbed by you and lost one-third of his luck, so he is destined to encounter a great disaster, which almost claimed his name. The heart is broken, and most people die immediately, and he can live because of his hard life."

Then Le Luo looked at Ling with pity again: "And some people don't know if it's okay...Although it's just a handshake, it will really kill people."