The ghost was still a little reluctant to give up, and licked his lips towards Lin Fan: "But, Master, I'm not full yet... I still want it."
"Insatiable." Lin Fan said expressionlessly, "This is an order."
"Yes, Master!" The ghost and god suddenly closed his mouth, and although his eyes were a little unwilling, they were more fearful.
The ghosts and gods were silent for a moment.
"Master, I have shut my mouth." The ghost begged for mercy in a low voice: "Can you put the knife down from your neck?"
Lin Fan nodded and put the Shura knife down from his neck.
spirits:"……"
It was really eaten to death!
How can you put a knife across your neck and threaten others at every turn!
This old six!
But ghosts and gods can't do anything to this guy. If this guy really commits suicide, he will die, and he will have to die with him!
Moreover, ghosts and gods know it very well.
This madman really dares to commit suicide!
The ghosts and gods looked at this plane with millions of creatures reluctantly, and whispered: "Master, why bother so much? Why don't you let me take care of this plane directly..."
"Shut up!"
Lin Fan looked at the ghost who looked a little unwilling and said calmly: "This is the first time you have tried to disobey my order. When you go back, you will spank yourself fifty times as punishment."
The ghost was stunned for a moment, and his pale face turned slightly red: "Fifty blows? Isn't that too much? My butt will be swollen, Master..."
"Then sixty strokes."
The ghosts and gods stopped talking and turned into a wisp of ghostly aura, returning to Lin Fan's body again.
"I'm almost turning into a pervert." Lin Fan sighed.
I don't want to be so perverted.
But you must use this method to determine your status between yourself and the ghosts and gods, and to ensure your absolute control over the ghosts and gods.
If no punishment is given, the ghosts and gods dare to talk back this time and disobey next time!
In the clouds, Lin Fan frowned as he looked at the rapidly healing plane below and the millions of orcs who were cheering for victory.
Next, he wants to find a song.
Find an ancient, possibly lost song in this plane.
this.
It's difficult.
The most important thing is that Lin Fan doesn't know where to start.
"We have to go back and discuss it."
"Mr. Chen, as well as those archaeologists and historians should have something to do."
Lin Fan was silent for a moment, his Shura power quietly surged, and the badge on his chest emitted wisps of fluorescence.
The space around Lin Fan began to twist strangely.
"Click!"
With a shattering sound, Lin Fan's figure disappeared from this plane.
at the same time.
The Great Wall of Steel.
At the Supreme Command Center, Jin Laozheng, who was temporarily in charge, lit a cigarette and asked Shang Weitian: "How are the preparations for the paper bundles for compassion?"
"The arrangements have been made, and three million sets will be delivered in one week!" Shang Weitian was confident, "In addition, there are some mortars, tanks, helicopters, nuclear weapons and the like."
"Haha, these things... are enough for the Temple of Death to drink a pot!" Jin Lao laughed, his eyes were somewhat yearning, "I really want to see how the fight is going over there."
Shang Weitian was stunned: "You really want to take a look? You can go, and I can help you."
Mr. Jin: “???”
"No, what do you mean, you want to send me away!" Mr. Jin looked confused. "Although I am old, my body is still strong. I can live for another twenty years!"
Shang Weitian said awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just joking... But if you really want to go, I can help..."
"I think you just want to send me away and take my place." Mr. Jin yelled.
And at this moment.
"Click!"
A spatial crack suddenly appeared in the office.
Jin Lao's expression changed, and he was about to pick up the walkie-talkie and call someone, but then he saw the figure clearly walking out of the crack.
Lin Fan!
Shockingly, it was Lin Fan walking out with a knife!
"You're back so soon?" Mr. Jin quickly stood up, but saw Lin Fan's clothes were torn, as if he had just experienced a battle, and immediately asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, I just had a fight with the plane spirit there." Lin Fan waved his hand, picked up the cup on the table and drank it up.
Jin Lao breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked urgently: "Did it succeed?"
As he spoke, Mr. Jin looked at the healing space crack, as if hoping to see more than a million orc warriors walking out wearing red scarves.
But the spatial rift healed immediately.
"Failed." Lin Fan shook his head.
"Failed again? Is this person so difficult to deal with?" Mr. Jin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "How about we stop waiting for seven days and just send him a few rounds of Peace Express. Anyway, there are still a hundred
Multiple planes."
"After all, we don't have much time now!"
"No way." Lin Fan sighed, "Actually, I also want to blow it up and replace it with another one. However, if we can't find a way to liberate them, then if one replacement fails and the other fails, will it be possible for us to destroy more than a hundred planes?
All wiped out?"
"In this case, we become the gods invading us."
"Give me another seven days, now I have some clues." Lin Fan sat down and said slowly.
"Any idea?" Mr. Jin was stunned, "What is it?"
Lin Fan sighed: "A song."
"A song?" Mr. Jin was a little confused. He didn't know how a song could liberate a plane, but he still frowned and said, "Can you find it?"
Lin Fan shook his head and said: "That is a song that has been lost."
Immediately, Lin Fan took the walkie-talkie from Old Jin's hand and said slowly: "This is the highest command center of Daxia, Supreme Commander Lin Fan."
"Now, I need the help of Mr. Chen, as well as the archaeologists and historians of Daxia."
"Please come to the Supreme Command Center immediately."
After one hour.
Mr. Chen suddenly opened the door and sat down panting. His always meticulous white coat had two buttons unbuttoned due to his rapid running.
In the conference room, everyone was panting. The matter was really too urgent.
There are hundreds of people here, all of them are industry leaders, some old and some young, all of them are industry leaders, most of them are gray-haired, but even middle-aged people in their thirties have numerous works and various honorary titles hanging on them.
.
These are Daxia’s treasures!
He was also the think tank that Lin Fan urgently recruited!
"I was directing the assembly of the mecha just now, and I couldn't get away for a while... I wasn't late, right?" Mr. Chen, who had not yet sat down, was a little nervous.
"No." Lin Fan smiled and then said: "Thank you for your hard work this time. It's like this. I want to ask a question."
"This issue is related to the survival of millions of creatures and the rise and fall of a world."
"I want to know...how to restore an old song."
"Restore an ancient song." An old professor nodded slightly: "This is actually easy to do. Just find the score."
