In the evening, when she arrived at Lan Botu's house, Zhao Linger was taken into an underground room.

There are various plants dotted in many places here, and the decoration is very elegant, and there is no dark and damp feeling underground.

"Ling'er, you're here too!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Ling'er saw the good sisters who had lived together since childhood, the little princess of the Miao tribe 'Anu'.

Seeing Fa Xiao, Ling'er was still very happy, showing a beautiful smile: "You are here too." ”

Seeing her best friend, Anu excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Ling'er's little hand, and her little face did not hesitate to stick it up, which was extremely intimate.

"Not only I'm here, but also a lot of friends, everyone has a lot of questions to ask the pen fairy!"

Zhao Ling'er flicked Anu's little nose: "Then your follower, Tang Yu is also here." ”

Anu showed a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Don't talk about him, let's go and see that pen fairy!"

The two little girls curiously went to a small room, and found that there were already many little girls gathered here to chat, and after a while a few more people came, and the door was closed.

A girl with red eyes and long rabbit ears seemed to be the leader this time, and stood up, it should be a relative of the blue wave rabbit or something.

After the girl explained the process, she took out a red pen and a piece of paper.

The girls present staggered the back of their hands, holding a pen in the middle, relaxing their hands, gently holding the red pen, calling or silently reciting in their hearts the words of the pen fairy: "The pen fairy pen fairy come quickly... Come and draw a circle."

After a while, in the surprised eyes of the girls, they felt the pen move slightly, and the leading rabbit girl asked: "Pen fairy, pen fairy, what is my development size?"

The red pen trembled slightly, and began to write: "D".

Zhao Linger glanced at herself dejectedly, turned her head to look at her best friend Anu, and was in a much better mood.

Seeing that the pen fairy was invited, the girls began to ask questions one by one as they had been told.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, will I marry a charter man?"

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, is my future man handsome?"

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, can I kill a thousand people in the future?"

......

With the development of time, it was finally the turn of the last one, Zhao Ling'er.

"As long as I answer this question for them, these fresh and delicious souls will be mine!", the Shura Pen Immortal with his cloak looked at the girls who were holding the ceremony in front of him, and unconsciously showed a strange smile.

Zhao Linger is a girl who likes to pursue knowledge, and when she saw that the questions asked by her classmates were answered, she remembered the questions she had been struggling with.

"Pen fairy, pen fairy, please tell me how many digits pi there are, right?"

???

The red pen began to tremble violently, and the rule of the curse was that everything about him, including the power of Shura, **, and his soul, would be used to find the answer.

"Bang!"

After a while, the red pen emitted a violent red light, and exploded in the surprised eyes of the little girls.

"No, I'm going to die with you, long live Shura!"

All the fragments of the red pen gathered together and flew towards Zhao Ling'er, so close to each other, no one reacted at all.

"Bell!"

Suddenly, a pure white condensed sword light blocked the red light, and after a stalemate, a trace of ripples appeared in the space, and Yi Bai, who was dressed in black, walked out with the purple charm.

Seeing the proof of Longshan's mischief on this little girl's body, Zi Mei couldn't help it, and covered her mouth and laughed.

Laughing at the city, and then laughing at the country, is this what it means to bring disaster to the country and the people?

The little girls present were stunned, compared with their immature dress and figure, the purple charm is the real national color and fragrance.

Seeing that the red dot began to corrode his sword light, Yi Bai was very surprised, although this sword talisman was done casually by himself, it was also the pinnacle of the world realm's protective technique.

What is the origin of this red light?

According to the emergency treatment method that had been prepared a long time ago, Zi Mei washed away the memories of the people present with a wave of her hand, and then cut out this space and brought it to the ends of the earth.

Back in the wooden house here, Yi Bai's eyes were solemn, and he exerted his magic power at the red dot: "Devouring God!"

In his puzzled eyes, the supernatural powers succeeded easily.

"Absorb the power of the origin of Shura, the power of the world +100"

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the king, Purple Charm put away and prepared dozens of formations and spells, and asked curiously, "King, what is this?"

Yi Bai remembered the red mist in the Fulong Ding in the previous world, and the completely withered Immortal Cultivation Realm, and his expression became solemn: "This is Shura, very powerful, very dangerous!"

Seeing the king showing a serious face that he had never seen before, Zi Mei also began to worry: "King, what kind of Shura is it?"

Yi Bai pondered for a while, and pouted: "It's sour and spicy, the taste is okay, and the nutrition is quite rich, but it doesn't matter if it's full." ”

Still unreliable as always, the peach blossom eyes rolled, the purple charm glanced at Yi Bai, then blinked, hugged Yi Bai, put the delicate white face in his arms, and raised his head.

"King, we haven't talked about swords for a few days!"

Lowering his head and pinching the little nose of this snake demon, Yi Bai smiled confidently, hard work will always pay off, I am not the same person I was a few days ago.

"Why not!"

......

Lan Bo Swastika, the most outstanding contemporary disciple of Buddhism, is the captain of the Modu inspection team.

"Donor, what happened?"

The elf on the other side of the inquiry room seemed to be frightened, patted his undulating chest, and his pointed ears trembled: "I don't know, I don't know what's wrong, my amusement park seems to be haunted, and there are often sharp screams from the Ferris wheel, and even the business in the park is getting worse and worse!"

The color is not different from the empty, and the empty is not different from the color.

Lan Bo swastika clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk will accompany the donor to take a look, it is estimated that what kind of lonely soul and wild ghost it is, with the donor's cultivation, it must be easy to win." ”

The elf stroked his hair angrily: "I still have so much money to spend, how long I am to risk my life." ”

Is my life not my life? Lan Bo's eyelids trembled, and he thought silently in his heart, not shocked, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no abandonment, no self.

"Well, where the duty lies, the poor monk will go with the donor. ”

When he came to the suburbs, he looked at the huge Ferris wheel that towered into the sky in front of him and was nearly 10,000 feet high, and Lan Bo sat on it with fear.

For the excitement of the game, there is a forbidden space circle here, although the quality inspection certificate is pasted, he is still a little scared.

It's too high!

When the Ferris wheel started, he quickly closed his eyes and silently recited the Prajna Heart Sutra.

"Everything is in order..."

When he was about to reach the top, Lan Bo Swastika really heard a strange sound, and suddenly his whole body was full of golden light: "Where is the demon, scary here, don't you know that the law of the country is ruthless?"

A pitiful, trembling voice came from afar: "I... I don't want to, but I... I'm afraid of heights. ”

"You... Can you take me down? I... Be... It's Shura, I vote... Surrender, surrender!"

Lan Bo swastika remembered the black-headed document he had recently sent, and grabbed his bald head, not even knowing that the rosary had fallen.

Is it possible to retire so easily?