Song Ziwen leaned back on the sofa, pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, and sighed: "If I'm not mistaken, the demon hunter won't let the broken cocoon enter the Demon Courtyard." Because then they don't have any chance to do anything about the cocoon. As long as they break out of the cocoon and live, they can only wander outside or be silent forever. Therefore, it is impossible for them to let Broken Cocoon stay in the Blasphemy Courtyard for the rest of his life. ”

"Are you saying that on the way to the Demon Courtyard where Yu Zhixin escorted Broken Cocoon to the Demon Courtyard today, the demon hunters will come to rob the prisoner?" Yang Lao Er faintly understood, he felt that this thing was really possible.

"It's here to kill the Lone Star. Song Ziwen muttered, "But what I don't understand is that even if the Secret Service will try its best to protect him from being killed by demon hunters, how can he get away in that situation?"

"So you want to stay here and help him when the time comes?" At this time, Yang Lao Er had roughly guessed the purpose of Song Ziwen's stay here.

Song Ziwen smiled bitterly: "If there is no accident, Yu Zhixin should have guessed my identity, so I can't take action to break the cocoon." But......" he groaned for a moment, then continued, "I can help the Secret Service deal with the Demon Hunters, and maybe find an opportunity to break out of the cocoon." ”

Yang Lao Er looked at Song Ziwen for a while, snorted, and said, "I understand." With that, he turned and left the room.

Early in the morning of the second day, Song Ziwen asked Zhang Mingming to leave and return to Liren Town.

"We should be able to do it. When Zhang Mingming was a little hesitant, Song Ziwen dispelled his thoughts with a word.

It's just that Song Ziwen didn't know that the demon hunter's killing of Zhang Mingming had also been rolled out, and Zhang Mingming entered a death trap this time.

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When Zhang Mingming returned to Liren Town alone, it was already past eleven o'clock. He didn't know Song Ziwen's intentions, and when he heard Song Ziwen say that he wanted to "do it", he knew that he had no reason to stay in Changyuan City.

For the Secret Service, Zhang Mingming, who is in the magic circle, of course knows the particularity of this institution, so he is full of doubts about what Song Ziwen said about "hands-on". But even so, he didn't want to know anything.

No matter what Song Ziwen's purpose of "doing it" is, it will definitely involve "rescuing" the cocoon, and he has no ability to "do it" with them at all, so he can only buy something for Xun Menglong in the city that even he doesn't know the role of and come back alone.

There were two old men playing chess on the stone table in the pavilion on the other side of the flower terrace, and there were four or five people standing around them watching, and on the other side there were several people playing cards, and a few people sleeping on benches under the shade of trees.

When Zhang Mingming walked into the community, he didn't notice that he was being targeted.

The two people who were playing chess saw Zhang Mingming walk into the community, took out his mobile phone, pulled up a photo inside and looked at it, glanced at each other, nodded, and did not follow, but sent a text message.

A sleeper on the bench opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the two people, and then watched Zhang Mingming go up to the third floor, and then closed his eyes.

Zhang Mingming opened the door and put the things on the ground, and shouted inside, "Menglong, I bought the things back for you." ”

The room opened, and Xun Menglong stood at the door, wearing only a pair of pajamas, and the fluffy beard on his lips seemed to be darker. He glanced out the door and asked suspiciously, "Why are you alone, little butterfly?"

Zhang Mingming snorted and said lightly: "I was supposed to be able to come back with me, but who knew that the secret service intervened halfway, Uncle Wen and they were still near the detention center, but I don't know what the result will be." ”

"The Secret Service? This is a bit of a problem, I used to hear people say that as long as the people who are targeted by the Secret Service are impossible to get away. Xun Menglong scratched his head, looking a little tired.

He knew very well that since the Secret Service had intervened, he couldn't help much. "Oh, why was he arrested twice when I saw him, could it be that you still blame me for this, I restrained him?"

Zhang Mingming poured a glass of water, looked at him mockingly, and said: "You also think too highly of yourself, that guy who breaks the cocoon will only restrain others, no one can restrain him, maybe one day he will kill the two of us." ”

Xun Menglong ignored him, leaned against the door of the room, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the Demon Courtyard?"

"Desecrate the Demon Courtyard?" Zhang Mingming just put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it, when he heard this name, his heart trembled inexplicably.

Most people in the magic world have vaguely heard of the name Blasphemy Gym, and they know that this place seems to be a prison for high-level magicians, but no one has ever known where the Blasphemy Academium is.

There were rumors in the circle that in order to prevent the high-level magicians who were sent to the Demon Academies from knowing the paths, they would be escorted by people like quasi-great magicians who practiced psychology, so that they could completely block the thoughts of the high-level magicians and make their brains lose their sense of direction.

Therefore, except for the high-level officials of the Secret Service and a few designated quasi-archmagicians in the magic world, no one in the world knows where the Demonic Abylum is, and there are no more than four great magicians who know about the Demonic Courtyard.

When Zhang Mingming heard Xun Menglong say the words "desecration of the demon courtyard", he understood why the secret service appeared in the detention center.

Breaking Cocoon is not a high-level magician, but he is a lone star of Tiansha, and it is entirely possible that he will be sent to the Demon Courtyard, so Song Ziwen and they must have known about it a long time ago, so they stayed there.

"Do they want to put the cocoon in the Demon Courtyard?" When he asked this sentence, Zhang Mingming's voice trembled a little, what did Song Ziwen want to do there?

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Song Ziwen snatched back the broken cocoon in the hands of the secret service.

Xun Menglong shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be possible, even if the cocoon is a little butterfly, it doesn't seem to be qualified to go there." ”

"But...... You don't know...... Hey......" Zhang Mingming still didn't tell Xun Menglongming about the true identity of the broken cocoon, now is not the time at all, and it is useless to say it.

Xun Menglong looked at Zhang Mingming's incoherent appearance, knowing that he must know something, or hide something from himself. I finally mustered up the courage to make a call for help, and there should be no problem in getting the cocoon out.

Judging from the current situation, what was thought to be an ordinary fight has become abnormal by now, otherwise it would be impossible for the Secret Service to intervene.

"Should you say something to me?" Xun Menglong looked at Zhang Mingming and said unashamedly, "We are all iron triangles, do you still have something to hide from me?"

"Iron Triangle?" Zhang Mingming smiled bitterly, he had only known Iron Triangle for a few days, but he felt that breaking the cocoon was a matter of Tiansha Lone Star or still explained to him, as for whether he stayed or left, it was up to him.

He took a deep breath of cigarette, spit out a long breath, and said, "The cocoon is a little butterfly, and it is also a lonely star." ”