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Chapter 893: Dark History, Coma, Tempering

Luo Ping saw the expressions on their faces.

Still couldn't help it.

There was a series of cackles.

Although he used his intelligent brain to quickly record their expressions.

An Yue reacted quickly. She immediately covered her face and then disappeared.

Uncle Ge leaned over and said, "What's going on? Didn't Fu kid already... How come we are back in the house? And why is the house not broken down?"

He threw out a series of questions at a rapid pace.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Luo Ping was still laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back and tears came out of his eyes.

Fu Zeyu gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know what happened, the smile on the other side was so annoying that he felt his fists hardened and itchy.

Just when he was about to do something rebellious and gently kiss his predecessor's face with his fist.

Huang Bei coughed and patted Luo Ping a few times, signaling him not to go too far.

The newcomer has good talent, and the savior Fu Zeyu is definitely S-level. When he comes to surpass him, Luo Ping will be helpless in the hands of his juniors.

Luo Ping mumbled a few words, cleared his throat, and said, "Actually, this is a device of our Deviant Society. It can go back in time!"

"As long as it is installed within a certain range and is not damaged, it can be activated to rewind time to a previously fixed point in time."

"Note that this device can only be rewound within 24 hours of being placed. If more than 24 hours have passed, it will lose its function."

"Also, every time it is activated, it consumes strange energy. The strange energy stored in this device can only be restarted a maximum of twenty times."

The energy source inside is provided by the strange crystal core.

Of course they were not aware of these things.

An Yue appeared next to Luo Ping, her face thick with shadows, like a vicious ghost. "Luo Ping, delete my photo!"

"Depend on!"

The shrill sound scared Luo Ping so much that he almost took off from the spot.

It was not until he found out it was someone new that he patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "It's you, you're so elusive. What photos? I don't have any."

He looked away guiltily and didn't look at the other person.

This is the newcomer’s dark history.

You know, he made a fool of himself when he went to training, and all the Contract Masters who joined earlier than him gathered around him to tease him and record the moment of his embarrassment.

They also said that this was the tradition of the heretic society.

He has almost lost count of his own dark history.

Now that we have finally met a new member, why can’t we use our traditional skills?

"The photo... was deleted!"

An Yue's face was filled with gloom, and he held a dagger in his hand, as if he would kill you if you didn't agree.

Uncle Ge had the look of a veteran, with a skin as thick as a city wall. He didn't mind those ugly photos.

Fu Zeyu also looked awkward and asked Luo Ping to delete the photos. He couldn't afford to lose face.

"You don't understand. These are the traditions of the Heretic Society." Luo Ping said seriously.

The others were silent and looked at Huang Bei.

In their hearts, Huang Bei is much more reliable than Luo Ping.

However, this time, to their surprise, Huang Bei actually nodded in agreement with Luo Ping's words.

"This is indeed the tradition of the Psionic Society."

He joined the same group as Luo Ping. Luo Ping was left with a black history, so was he not left behind?

Everyone is the same.