"Meow ~" A white cat screamed lazily on the huge apple tree. This kind of call that needs to be made with a warm sun can make people yawn.

Therefore, in order to yawn this afternoon, as the most greatest archaeologist of the Imperial Power, Peros must sleep lazy at noon.

His sound of yawning is also like a lazy cat, but this "cat" missed the best time to sleep with the noon, and became drowsy and could not sleep.

"It's over ... Scana ..."

He almost reluctantly supported his spirit to lie on his bed. The branches of the huge apple tree slowly extended out of his window. He looked out the window and saw a huge apple hanging on the branches.

"I think Tang Zilong must lie to me ... He said last time that he borrowed a hundred gold coins, saying that he went to buy the improved material of his new gun. Now the new gun is not settled, and my money has no

Fall ... "

Paros stared at the ceiling again. The ceiling of his room was applied by very white pigments. Then, the hand -painted more smaller patterns were drawn above.

For example, his name of his graffiti, the master wearing a single -sided glasses like a bitter gourd on the ceiling, and there is a terrible posture.

And those things that look naive.

Sun, stars, windmills, four -leaf grass, small leather ball, hot air balloon ...

These are almost all children in childhood, or they feel good -looking.

They have gone through many years. When they are new, although they will feel scattered, they are old, and now they are old and cannot be as bright as that year.

The mottled black spots and things that do not know what are always affects their only beauty.

However, for Peros, this is nothing. After all, he always sleeps in the tomb. Archaeologists sleep in the tomb. It seems that it is not a new thing.

Parlos, this necessary noon, can't sleep ...

It's really annoying.

He thought like this, because Scana didn't care about him.

Sika closed her eyes and sat in the room next door. Just right to see the apple shining with water droplets.

I don't know why, even afternoon, the sun has been climbing into the sky for several hours, but it has not grilled the strange apple apple to dry.

"I found that Tang Zilong couldn't help it at all ... Next time, as long as there is no letter, I will not listen to him ... Next time he wants to borrow my money, I don’t say that I can't pass ..."

Parlos's legs stretched out the quilt. The white cat jumped and jumped to his bed and grabbed his legs.

"There is also the adventurer association, where I urge me every day, and I want to give them the treasures found in the tomb. Yesterday I came to a ring called Paul, so I had to find the ring ...

Bitter, the wind and dinner along the way, the mountain climbing the mountains, going down the sea, entering the ground, almost to toss people and no shadow ... Only then made such a thing that was not coming. As a result, such an adventurer association came halfway.

I found such a thing ... to grab ... It's really sinister. "

Peros didn't mean to sleep at all, but he was not sleepy. The two eyes were scary. Take a closer look. Now he really wants to surpass his own limit. This kind of thing is likely to return to the light.

Scared and sad again.

Because if he dies like this, it is not worth it.

Correspondingly, Scana did not fall asleep.

"We haven't closed the eyes for seven days and seven nights ... We don't sleep anymore, it is estimated that the whole body will explode ..."

Peros spoke terrible words, but it really laughed.

"I can't think of my most and the greatest archeologists ... I'm amazing to die in my hands ... I'm a little unwilling ..."

Peros has no intention of unclear, and is very excited now. Although tired, he can't sleep.

The function in his body is activating the vitality in his body all the time, so that he seems to be going to change, and he changes his whole person a bit scary.

It is not scary in appearance, but spiritual.

for example:

"I heard people who didn't go to bed for seven days and seven nights, and finally ran away like a lunatic on the street ... Not to mention the explosive body and died, that is, the whole body blood vessels are trembling ~"

Parlos' comparison was the last look at the person who had no sleep for seven days and seven nights. He sat up sharply, put his right hand around his head, put it on his chin, and his left hand was around his own ribs, convulsives, and twitched.

Then, then

He twitched and shouted with his eyes rolled with white eyes: "Big ~ brain ~ in ~ trembling ~ shake ~"

It seems that this way can be seen by Scana next door. In fact, Spana just didn't sleep, nor did he open his eyes.

When Pros imitated the convulsions, the whole bed was crunching.

With a bang, Peros fell down again.

He is not sleepy, but he is tired.

No, in a strict sense, he is a terrible fact that he is sleepy but can't sleep without sleeping, torture himself.

"This is really terrible ~"

He sighed almost in despair: "What should I do ~ Stakana ~ We are finished ~ The cursed cursed in this tomb may really want our life ~"

He stared at his legs like coquettishly, kicked the quilt, and had to cover the quilt obediently.

He sighed, long, long, took a breath.

"One sheep ... two sheep ... three sheep ..."

He desperately counted the sheep.

"I guess, we are a certain curse ..."

Sika said that he said.

Compared to several sheep, listening to Peros is much better ... because the number of sheep will only exacerbate this kind of torture ...

"Yu Snake God ..."

Parlos was pulled away by the fifth sheep.

"How is it possible ... the tomb of the feather snake god, how to say it was not made by the feather snake god itself ... These strange spells that torture the dead without life, and only the poisonous feather snake people can do it ..."

Paros and Scana were both endlessly tortured because they couldn't sleep.

I didn't sleep for seven days, seven nights, and seven nights. If this is a normal person, I guess I don't know how to die ...

"If it wasn't for the sanctuary left by King Allan when we were studying ... It is estimated that now, now, it will really die."

Parlos can't stop complaining.

He has lost a very small patience, because for him, anyway, such torture that cannot sleep is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"King Allan ... Maybe he has seen the feather snake god ... No, it should be said that he must have seen most of the gods ..."

Parlos suddenly calm down: "We will go to the tomb of the King of Alland again and find a solution to the snake -snoring family?"

"King Allan ..." Scana was exhausted, and he was exhausted. It was almost difficult to be as spiritual as Peros.

"In the tomb of King Allan! There must be an antidote to deal with the rags of the feathers!

Peros was excited! He sat up with his buttocks and overturned the quilt.

"According to records, the legendary feather snake clan participated in the battle of God, and the entire group died in the battle of God ... The King of Alland as our founding king, as the spokesperson of God, must have seen the legend.

All the gods in the people! "

"Six gods of justice, and six evil gods ..."

Scana added Peros's words. However, in such exciting Paros, Scana's words could not enter his ears at all.

"The holy water we drank at the time was the treasure of God collected by the King of Alland! Drinking it can be prolonged, and the poison is not invaded!"

Paros wore slippers and went to the closet to get clothes.

He turned around and put the whole clothes overnight.

"The sacred water of God ..." Sika heard the movement next door, and stood up from the seat. He shook his head fiercely to make himself sober.

The feeling of being sleepy but not sleepy is really uncomfortable.

This is not a dozen, but a kind of spell that allows people to be dead before they die, because they lose the chance of sleeping in the body thoroughly, leading to a great load in the entire body. The function of the entire body will begin to fail

And death.

It wasn't that Peros said that the blood vessels could not bear and died.

This curse was contaminated by Peros and Sikana in the cemetery of the snake god.

This is also a curse of the tomb. In order to prevent the tomb thieves from bringing out the tomb world, let them escape the tangible agencies, in the face of the invisible spells, the dead is clean.

However, just happened to be a thief's adventure because of the tomb of the founding king of the Gunsian King of Alland in the tomb when he was young.

"A long time ago, the feather snakes should also be the party of justice, but because of the confusion of the evil god, they lost their faith and caused all the justice gods to attack and attacked it."

Perlos puts on his hiking shoes.

"This is really uncomfortable ..."

He patted his head, turned the denim hat on the table, turned up, put on his head, pressed down, and pressed his golden bangs in front of him.

His handsome and handsome face was exhausted because he lost his sleep, but he stood up and sorted out his appearance in front of the huge dressing mirror.

At least it looks like a spiritual guy.

"Listen to me, Peros ..."

Scana has stood at the door of Peros.

"I don't know what's going on ... In the final analysis, there is only this, I can't support you to do this."

Scana was a little worried, but his words were worried, but there was no volatility in emotion.

This is how Scana is. Doing a lot of things and saying a lot of words are expressionless. When the captain of the Flying Eagle team in Scana managed the tranquility of the area, it was laughing, but nowadays, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, nowadays, now, now, as far as you are concerned, it is now.

The fragments they suffered were enough to make him lose a smile in his life.

Because Scana's parents were implicated because he was framed, he paid a painful price, so that Sika was so guilty in his heart, and he was silent.

However, his previous state has not changed much.

Cool, cold, seemed to have become synonymous with Sakana. Only Peros, this old friend, can keep him silent.

Or, listening to Peros like an old lady, forced.

"Last time we got the approval of the principal, and because we were the students of the Supreme College, we had a guarantee in this regard. We realized that there was the opportunity to enter the tomb of the king."

Scana obviously felt that this time it was unlikely.

"I am also a PhD in the college ..." Peros asked with some puzzles: "Find the principal, how can you not guarantee us ... and don't go to steal things ..."

"Oh!" Peros suddenly realized!

"You can't ... your business hasn't been completely solved yet. Your three -year guarantee period is just a few months ..."

Parlos frowned next to his heart.

"Maybe looking for the principal, the principal can solve this problem ... Um! It must be like this! Staka don't be afraid, the principal recognizes you, and I will guarantee you ... what are you afraid of ..."

Parlos frowned again: "I finally thought of a way ..."

Scanapi shook his head with a smile.

"The principal will no longer let us touch anything in the tomb of the king of the Kingdom ... believe me."

"If we know why we can't sleep three days ago ..." Peros lay down on the bed again, and was bounced by the bed for a while.

"On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, I found the disease from the ancient book. I feel that we are already a dead person ... haha ​​ah ah ah ..."

Pros kicked his feet on the bed, which meant a little coquettish. No, it should be ready to break the jar.

"What to do ... what to do ... We won't die here ... The holy water can not resist ~ Ah ah ah ah-"

Peros is about to lose his mind.

The cat called meow almost fell on the tree, fell straight on the ground, and ran away.

"Big ~ brain ~ in ~ trembling ~ shake ~ ah ah-"

Peros called like a child.

Sika can only stand outside the door and sigh.

No matter what kind of spell, once it is hit, it is the painful things that are extremely tortured.

If you can, maybe only something God owns can be solved ...

And at this time ... the long -lost doorbell rang quickly.

"Ding Dong-"

"Who!" Parlos sat up suddenly.

Scana also slowly stopped with his voice.

In doubt, the two of them opened the door and looked at each other.

You know, no one will come to the door of archeologists who have never been at home.

There are only seven days, and they are wild, they are at home ... torture themselves.

And slowly raising along the stairs. Outside the window, a person in a black robe was pressed the doorbell and waited quietly to open the door.
Chapter completed!