When he said goodbye and left, Anjou harvested a bag of dried fruit and a new raincoat, as well as ninety percent of the new colored hats. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even after taking a bath, Anjou still had a cold, a blocked nose and a hoarse voice.

Inevitably the cold became heavier, Anjou did not brave the rain to rush the night, after entering the town, he found a hotel to rest, thinking that his identity was exposed, afraid that his family would be worried, he sent a text message to report safety, just after dealing with his family, he was ready to go to the illusion to rest, and the mobile phone rang again.

'Host, call from Killing, Destruction, is it connected?'

'Jin Yi, why don't you ask Jun Mo to ask for a name?' Anru had no choice but to crawl out of the quilt.

Jun Mo asked that the combination with Jin Er was killing and destruction, just like the union between you and me was creation, and it was no problem to call it. In the eyes of the system, even if he lost the last duel, he is still Jin Yi, and the other party is Jin Er, so it's no problem to call him.

Anjou shook her head, sat up and pulled her hair a few times with her hands: 'Connect.' ’

The communication between the systems is really more advanced than the ordinary video call, and the three-dimensional image of Jun Mowen's upper body is projected on the mobile phone screen, and the other party is wearing a black slim suit that he usually wears, holding a book in his hand, and looking up at Anjou from the book.

"Senior brother. Anjou was the first to say hello, and anyone who has had a cold knows that he speaks in a muffled voice when his nose is stuffy.

"Hmm. Jun Mowen, who had never had much expression, frowned: "What's wrong?"

With the inheritance of creation, the vitality in the spiritual power is infinite, the virus cells have no living space in Anjou's body, and things like colds and illnesses should be insulated from Anjou.

"It's been raining for a long time, and my spiritual power has run out, and I haven't resisted. Anjou herself was helpless and added: "I've already taken the medicine." ”

Even if the spiritual power is used up, it is impossible to catch a cold because of the rain, and in the next second, Jun Mowen appeared directly in Anru's room.

The projection in the mobile phone suddenly appeared in reality, Anjou was startled, and subconsciously pulled the quilt to her chin, but saw that the three-quarter sleeve nightdress she was wearing was very tightly wrapped, and there didn't seem to be much to look at on her chest, so she pulled the silk quilt back to her shoulder, wanting to cover up the explanation: "The air conditioner is turned on too low, and it's a little cold." ”

Jun Mowen saw An Ru's behavior, and pursed his lips slightly: "In my world, at the age of twenty planet years, I am undergoing preschool education, and I haven't entered elementary school yet. ”

The implication is that in his eyes, Anjou is still a kindergarten child, and he doesn't need to care too much about whether men and women are intimate or not, and since the same-sex marriage law was passed, men and women are also intimate, and the behavior of classmates calling friends to go to the toilet together has not been broken.

Anjou is very embarrassed, she has grown so big, except for her brother and father, she has never been blocked in bed by any person of the opposite sex, so she changed the topic: "Is there anything wrong with senior brother?"

"I'll give you the new game plot, Kimchi. Jun Mowen's heart moved, and Xiao Jiner drilled out of his fingertips and jumped lightly onto Anjou's mobile phone.

Didn't the content of the game be given four days ago?When I took a break these days, I designed all the characters in the fantasy world to be almost the same, is there a new plot?

Anru thought in his heart, although it was strange that the documents that could be received through the spirit network, why did Jun Mo ask the big president to go in person, but he still said in his mouth: "Thank you, I'll send the first draft over tomorrow?"

"Don't be in a hurry, just come out in the first three weeks. Jun Mo asked, "You don't have a good complexion, and your face is dark." ”

"If you have a cold, your complexion will definitely not be good. Anjou touched his face, feeling that the smoothness and elasticity had not deteriorated, and smiled: "And I am not white." ”

"It has nothing to do with skin color. Jun Mowen shook his head, his eyes scanning Anru like a searchlight: "Where is the wound?"

"Wound?" Anjou stretched out her hand, revealing the blood blisters that had jumped open on her hand: "This?" and then moved another foot out of the quilt: "Or here?"

Jun Mowen stepped forward and sat on his knees, staring at the wound on Anjou's foot that only had a red mark.

Anjou was uncomfortable with him, her toes curled up, and she resisted the urge to retract into the quilt: "What's the problem?"

Jun Mo didn't speak, and suddenly reached out and poked Anjou's foot.

Anru kicked suddenly, don't think that a male god can play a hooligan, and said with no expression on his face: "Itchy." ”

But soon, Anru knew that she had misunderstood the other party, because after Jun Mowen poked her foot, a wisp of black mist was drawn out of the wound, which was invisible to the naked eye, but it was obvious in the three-dimensional map that it was a negative energy.

"What's that?" Anjou couldn't help but look at it with her feet broken.

"An energy formed by the fusion of hatred, fear, fear, and other grievances with blood, in the terminology of your world, is also called demonic energy. Jun Mowen flicked his fingers, and the black mist flew back and burrowed into her body from Anjou's wound.

Anru was stunned when he heard the demonic energy, and when he saw the demonic qi burrowing into the wound, he couldn't wait to buckle the flesh on his feet and pull out the demonic energy, and at the same time, he recovered a little spiritual power in his body and ran it quickly, looking for traces of demonic energy, trying to force it out.

"Why did you let it come back?!"

"It's the culprit that caused your cold. Jun Mowen rubbed his fingers and stood up: "For ordinary people, demonic qi will cause symptoms such as loss of vitality, physical weakness, nightmares, insomnia, and even sudden death, but for you, it is just a virus, when your body gets used to it, it can produce antibodies, permanent immunity, and the last thing you are afraid of is this kind of negative energy." ”

An Ru breathed a sigh of relief, only then did she realize that her posture of holding her feet was very ugly, and she was busy sitting down to smooth the quilt: "Why is there such a terrible thing in Qingxi, is there a mass grave formed during the Great War? Or is there a thousand-year-old tomb on the mountain, and there is a zombie demon king in the tomb, and the mountain rock collapse caused the demonic qi to leak?"

With such a strong brain, you can write a novel.

Jun Mo asked: "No, this is artificially created acquired demonic energy, there are always people who are unwilling to practice step by step, want to take shortcuts, a while ago the dark clouds told me that there is a demon cultivation in this world, and a sect was established in other states, Miaoyuan chased Huazhou, this should be the fish that escaped from the net, the spiritual department is tracking, you don't have to worry too much." ”

Anjou is not worried, the sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, there are so many spiritual cultivators in the world, it is not her turn to be a little newcomer to kill demons and help justice.

"Miaoyuan is the owner of Miaoyuan Farm, is the dark cloud the divine horse?"

"The white horse is an illusion, his real body is a unicorn, and he has some relationship with you, if you encounter something in the future, it is inconvenient to tell me, you can ask him for help, I think he will not refuse. Jun Mo asked and beckoned to Xiao Jiner, who turned into a liquid wrapped around his phone: "Jin Yi, don't bully your brother." ”

Xiao Jiner let go of his mobile phone, turned into a stream of water and flew towards Jun Mo and asked, condensing into a three-inch-tall villain in mid-air: "I think it's my sister, and besides, I didn't bully her." ”

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