The black mist fled in all directions, it didn't expect that Wang Xiaona had a monk by her side, it was just a small group of Yuan Soul separated from the black mist, which was used to control Zeng Mingming, a puppet, to absorb the essence of Wang Xiaona's body. As soon as Zhou Yuanyuan's exorcism technique was released, it was directly expelled from Zeng Mingming's body.

Wang Xiaona saw it clearly, after the black mist drilled out of Zeng Mingming's head, Zeng Mingming's body paused and fell on the bed. Wang Xiaona hurriedly reached out to support Zeng Mingming's body, and shrank into the corner half-dragging and half-hugging. Wang Xiaona understands that the battle has officially begun, and she and Mingliang can't hold back.

The black fog rushed left and right, wanting to escape from Zeng Mingming's home and return to his body. The aura on Zhou Yuanyuan's body made it instinctively afraid.

Zhou Yuanyuan pursed his lips tightly, and threw a flame technique over, and the black mist was burned completely.

At the same time, in the small western-style building more than ten miles away, the small figure who was sitting on the bed absorbing Yuehua suddenly opened his mouth, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and passed out.

"Master, it's amazing!" Xiao Yu exclaimed. Zhou Yuanyuan's technique was very skillful, which made Xiaoyu amazed.

Xiao Yu thought that he had a chance to make a move today, but he didn't expect that although Zhou Yuanyuan was nervous, his movements were not delayed at all, and before Xiao Yu's word "wait" was called, the black fog had been burned by Zhou Yuanyuan's fire.

Xiaoyu saw that it was irretrievable, so she had to "balabala" and Zhou Yuanyuan to do a practical analysis. There was only a wisp of black mist on Zeng Mingming's body, which should have been stripped from his own soul by the evil cultivator to control Zeng Mingming. To deal with this kind of wisp of primordial spirit like a doppelganger, Zhou Yuanyuan's most correct way is to deliberately let that wisp of primordial soul escape, and then follow it to find the main body and destroy it together.

The fight between the monks is very cruel, or you don't do it, and if you do it, you will die or die. Sometimes, if you are kind and kind, you will cause yourself to be killed.

"Huh?" Zhou Yuanyuan patted his head, looking a little annoyed. It wasn't Xiaoyu's reminder, she really didn't think about it so much. There is a soul splitting technique in the forging magic technique, and Zhou Yuanyuan's soul thorn is one of them, but she didn't expect that the wisp of Yuan Soul on Zeng Mingming's body was also separated, no wonder it was so dish, there was no way to resist.

"Master, you're already very good, it's the first time! mistakes are inevitable. Hey, hey, hey, ······" Xiaoyu was afraid of dampening Zhou Yuanyuan's enthusiasm, so she quickly patted her ass.

Today's approach to Zhou Yuanyuan has already offended the owner of that wisp of Yuan Soul, but it doesn't matter, with its little jade, ordinary monks really don't care about it. Even if that evil cultivator came to find a scene after being injured, Xiao Yu was sure that he could deal with it.

Besides, with such a hidden danger in it, maybe the master will work harder to cultivate?

For Xiao Yu, nothing could make it happier than Zhou Yuanyuan's hard cultivation. It's a pity that Zhou Yuanyuan is used to sleeping at night, and always refuses to use meditation instead of sleeping like other monks, which makes Xiaoyu regret it for a long time.

After the black fog was extinguished, Zeng Mingliang was still unconscious, and there was no sign of waking up. For Zeng Mingming's condition, Zhou Yuanyuan had no choice.

Zeng Mingliang has let the black mist get on his body several times, which will definitely affect his vitality, and when he wakes up, he can only look at Zeng Mingliang himself.

After Wang Xiaona thanked Zhou Yuanyuan, she sat there and stared at Zeng Mingliang silently. When Wang Xiaona figured out that the "Zeng Mingming" who hurt her was not her husband, she was sweet and sour in her heart. Wang Xiaona knows that no amount of gratitude can repay the kindness of Zhao Qingshan's ancestors and grandchildren, and some gratitude, don't talk about it, but keep it in your heart, and wait until you have the ability to repay one or two.

Tonight, Wen Ziqing couldn't help a little, which made him a little ashamed. A cloud of black mist can speak, and it will also control Zeng Mingming's body like a ghost, all of which makes Wen Ziqing feel fresh and a little frightened. He knew that with his force value, it would not be a problem to beat a few big men, but when it came to a "supernatural" event like Black Mist, he was at a loss.

After the matter was resolved, Zhou Yuanyuan didn't stay anymore, took Wen Ziqing's hand and left.

After going downstairs, Wen Ziqing didn't make a sound, pursed her mouth and squatted down to pick up Zhou Yuanyuan. He knew that Zhou Yuanyuan was tired and he didn't have the ability to catch ghosts, but he could do his best to take care of the little girl.

The familiar back made Zhou Yuanyuan's tense nerves relax all of a sudden, Zhou Yuanyuan leaned his cheek against Wen Ziqing's warm back, yawned, and was ready to sleep well. In the past six months or so, Zhou Yuanyuan has become accustomed to Wen Ziqing's existence, and is used to seeing the figure that has been silently accompanying her when she looks back.

Listening to the even breathing of the little girl on her back, the corners of Wen Ziqing's mouth kept turning up. If he could, he was really willing to carry the little girl on his back for the rest of his life.

After returning home, Zhao Qingshan still hadn't slept.

Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan, who was sleeping on Wen Ziqing's back, Zhao Qingshan's face smiled.

After sending Zhou Yuanyuan to bed, Wen Ziqing sat down and told Zhao Qingshan in detail about tonight's events. Wen Ziqing knew Zhao Qingshan's worries, if he didn't say it, Zhao Qingshan might not be able to sleep tonight.

To Wen Ziqing's surprise, Zhao Qingshan listened to the black fog's "ghost upper body", and didn't pay too much attention to it, in the legends of China for thousands of years, gods, ghosts, and demons have always existed. Zhao Qingshan is not a pedantic person, Wen Ziqing has seen it with his own eyes, he must believe it.

This is the end of a slightly supernatural thing.

When Zhao Qingshan went to work the next day, when he saw Liu Yicheng's ill-intentioned smile, he no longer had the anger of the first night. However, this does not mean that Zhao Qingshan has forgotten Liu Yicheng's small actions, Zhao Qingshan is waiting for the day when Liu Yicheng will die by himself.

General Zhou had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up the next day, he found that his body was more relaxed than ever, and the pain that had followed him for decades seemed to have left him overnight.

Looking at the jet-black hair and reduced many wrinkles in the mirror, General Zhou was stunned.

He can't be dreaming, is he? Dreaming back thirty years?

After seeing Zhou Xi, whose appearance had not changed at all, and the surrounding environment that had not changed, General Zhou calmed down.

It turned out that what happened yesterday was not a dream, and when he seemed to be asleep, someone took action to cure his old illness. It feels so good to be healthy! I am full of strength, and I can walk vigorously.

General Zhou couldn't care about being happy, and called Zhou Xi to prepare the car in a loud voice, he was going to inspect the guard regiment today.

Of course, Zhou Xi knew that the patrol guard regiment was just a step for General Zhou to give himself, and General Zhou's thoughts should be to see his eldest grandson Zhou Zhixin.