At this moment, the hall was quiet, and the emotional Fu Ze seemed to be aware of his reckless action just now, coughed uncomfortably, and sorted out the pile of books on the bookcase in a panic, but the result became more and more chaotic, and the air was filled with a stagnant and embarrassing atmosphere. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu also seemed to notice his embarrassment, and then his face was happy, but he thought in his heart, it was rare to see the person in front of him show such a look, compared to the silent Hyunya, Fuze at this time made him feel more interesting.

When I wanted to play tricks on the person in front of me again, I clearly remembered in my mind that he had called himself to the Wangqi Palace, and I don't know what made him have to come here, and it was the kind that could not be delayed.

He leaned back on the side of the bookcase, turned his face sideways, and the afterglow fell on the face of Fuzawa, who had calmed down, and asked casually, "By the way, what are you calling me here for?" He took out a pen from the side and played with it, swinging it back and forth at will.

Hearing his words, Fu Ze paused, patted his head in annoyance, and then remembered the most important thing, if he hadn't reminded him, he might have forgotten, "Look, I forgot the most important thing." As he spoke, he stopped and passed by him, beckoning to him, and said in a gentle tone with a hint of pride, "You come with me, I found the book you asked me to find last time." ”

"That "Soul"?" Hearing his words, he was also interested for a while, and hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, threw it back casually, and stood up straight with excitement in his words.

It was indeed exciting, he had been looking for that book for a long time, and after meeting him last time, he opened his mouth to ask, knowing that he was familiar with the location of any book in the Wangqi Palace, so he asked him to help him pay attention to a few points, and sure enough, it didn't take long for this book to be found by him.

There was a lot of information about "souls" in that book, and thus about human souls, as well as the history of gods, and he was now curious to know if there was really an illusion of demon god soul piercing.

Fu Ze didn't care whether he was following behind or not, he walked in the section of the bookshelf talking to himself, there was a passage in the center of the circular bookshelf, and on both sides of it were densely stacked bookshelves with books, the lines were horizontal, and he couldn't see the bottom, and he couldn't tell how many books were in total, only knew that there were countless books in the Wangqi Palace, and the only one who could grasp the name of the location was Fu Ze, who was walking in the bookshelf, and he knew the location one by one.

His eyes were encircled in the shelves full of books, and he looked back and forth, not knowing what he was looking for, and explained to the bird who saw him like this behind him.

"You don't know that it likes to hide in dark places like ginseng demons, and it will only appear when you want it, so this time I sealed it in one place to prevent it from escaping. But now that it looks, it looks like it's hiding with the box. He frowned slightly and looked here and there, but he didn't see the box he was familiar with, he had seen it there not long ago, and it would be gone again.

It's really nerve-wracking, sealed in the box, and actually ran away with the box, which is more hateful than the ginseng demon, but, fortunately, he had already expected such a result, and set up a soul-attracting line on the box, just to prevent it from escaping, and deliberately tied an invisible soul-attracting line on it, as long as he pulled a thread in his hand, the traces on that thing would be exposed, and if you follow the silver thread, you will find that thing.

"This thing is still psychic. Standing on the side, with an interesting smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Fu Ze, who suddenly bent down and bowed his back, and his dark and cold eyes glanced at a piece of silver thread in his hand, which was instantly clear, and the curvature of his mouth was deeper.

Fu Ze didn't care about his ugly appearance at this time, the silver thread in his hand was gently pulled, and sure enough, a thin line with the same silver light appeared on the other side of the line, extending to the dark place on the right side, he lowered his voice and didn't forget to answer the question, "Books are the same as people, they are all sentient, don't think they are dead things, in fact, you have more ink in their stomachs." ”

"Yes, yes, what Master Fuze said is reasonable. The pan replied very perfunctorily.

"Shhh Fu Ze silenced and said to the eagle who pretended to speak loudly, carefully leaned to the right turn, still bowed, and handed the line in his hand to the eagle who had been following behind him without looking back, interrupting his voice softly, and his tone was slightly urgent, "Help me pull this line." ”

The puff was forced to take the thread he had forced into his hand, watched him turn into the end of the turn, poked his head out to look at the place, and before he could take a look, he heard an extremely heavy sound, a "bang", the sound of his body falling heavily to the ground.

He was a little worried about asking Fuzawa who had crashed to the side of the bookshelf, but his excited voice reached his ears first, and he shouted happily, "Got it!"

Fu Ze couldn't help but hit the hard willow wood's head, and his head fell to the ground with a pain, covered with dust and embarrassment, but he still couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and his hands clutched a box tightly, and the box kept shaking, as if a living thing was struggling to escape from his hands.

At this time, he took the box from his hand very understandingly, first looked at the box unconsciously, and saw that the lines on it were magic patterns, that is, the signs of the belongings of the demon world, and he couldn't see the reason for it, and the box was still restless at this time, and when it was moved from Fu Ze's hand to his hand, the shaking was even more powerful.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and his hands shook vigorously, causing the contents of the box to hit the wall in all directions, thumping, and after a moment of silence, the thing seemed to come back to its senses and began to shake again, this time more violently than it had struggled before.

The pan had no choice but to shake it violently again, and after several rounds, the contents of the box finally stopped buzzing, and instantly quieted down, as if it was also because of the tossing of the pan, which made it a little exhausted.

"Have you played well?" Fu Ze slowly walked over holding his waist, "If you play well, give me something." With very sour words on his lips, he snatched the box that was about to be broken, and glanced at him angrily, with a trace of resentment in his eyes, obviously seeing such a big living person as him lying there and not coming to help him, he knew that it was really in vain for him to take this thing away first.

"What's in the box?" asked, pointing to the box in his hand with some curiosity.

"yes, then what do you think I'm just doing?" he looked at him with heavy eyes, didn't he ask knowingly!

How could he not know that he was angry, he touched his nose uncomfortably, stared at the look on his face at this time, and thought in his heart, don't mess with the guy who is hot and cold, it is really a grudge. (To be continued.) )