Yunfeng, what are you talking about? Lu Qiaoyan gently pulled the placket of Long Yunfeng's clothes that were gently blown up by the wind, and her sweet and pretty face showed a trace of anxiety and worry that could not be concealed. [Ran^Text^Library] []

She knows Long Yunfeng's temperament, she is unruly and unruly at the same table, and dares to confront the principal's nephew in public, Luo Junyan, a mathematics teacher, in class, and beat the other party out of the air, disgraced and disgraced.

Now, she was really a little scared, Long Yunfeng was like in math class, he couldn't hold back his temper and competed with Director Huang, and then he did it like Luo Junyan to hurt and maim others.

In this way, things will definitely make a big fuss, maybe Long Yunfeng and himself will be expelled, or even go to court! ”

Thinking of this, Lu Qiaoyan, who grew up under the care of her parents and hadn't experienced much things, couldn't help but feel scared for a while, she didn't know whether she was worried about her accident a little more, or whether she cared more about Long Yunfeng.

Long Yunfeng ignored her persuasion, let alone the anger she imagined, but was unexpectedly calm.

Who are you? Long Yunfeng smiled calmly, staring at Director Huang's iron-blue face, whose facial features began to slowly distort, and opened his mouth lightly.

You possessed Director Huang with your soul to deal with me, right? However, since you want to deal with me, why don't you just show your true deity, cowering and hiding your head and tail, it will only make me look down on you even more. ”

Lu Qiaoyan's eyes widened, her jade-like white and tender hands tightly grasped Long Yunfeng's clothes, and she couldn't figure out what he was talking about.

Very good. Director Huang nodded slightly, and then smiled meaningfully.

The rigidity and seriousness of a middle-aged teacher, the reproach and anger of hatred that cannot be made of steel, disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a wisp of smoke that disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a kind of ruthlessness and cunning, like a lone wolf foraging in the wilderness, and like a poisonous snake staring at a frog.

The distorted facial features, the hideous face, the cold glittering eyes, and the tunic that is puffed up by the wind give people an eerie and terrifying feeling no matter how you look at it.

If Director Huang just now was an old-fashioned and serious Taoist, then the person standing here now is a complete evil ghost who came to this world from the deep hell.

Director Huang, your Lu Qiaoyan's delicate willow eyebrows trembled violently, and her beautiful eyes instantly revealed a touch of surprise and fear.

An incomparably gloomy and damp smell hit her at that moment, filling the entire office in an instant, and a pair of invisible hands seemed to appear in the air, tightly hugging Lu Qiaoyan's delicate body, making her feel a cold that penetrated deep into her bone marrow.

Although she didn't understand many things, she had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Can you let her go first? Long Yunfeng stared coldly at Director Huang, vigorously used the qi and blood in his body to resist the tide of Sen Sen ghost qi, and asked word by word.

The person you are looking for is me, and you shouldn't embarrass this innocent girl. ”

OK. Director Huang smiled coldly and agreed cleanly.

Killing an ordinary person who doesn't know how to do Taoism does taint my identity a bit. ”

Lu Qiaoyan, hurry up and get out, here, you don't have to stay. Long Yunfeng glanced at Lu Qiaoyan sharply, and scolded sharply.

Yunfeng, then you Lu Qiaoyan was slightly stunned, the leg that had just stepped out was retracted in an instant, and her eyes looked at Long Yunfeng in a daze, and what was revealed in her delicate face was an overwhelmed worry and concern.

Get out of here, you can't help with the things here. Long Yunfeng's eyes were hot, and his voice became a little softer, Lu Qiaoyan's deep, unpretentious and unpretentious concern for him had already moved him a lot, so he couldn't let this girl stay here and drip this muddy water that shouldn't be flowing at all.

Then you be careful. Lu Qiaoyan's beautiful eyes sparkled, nodded reservedly, and then slowly walked out of the political and religious office.

What's going on here? What is "possession"? Looking at the two people in the office, Lu Qiaoyan fell into deep thought.

In any case, Yunfeng may be in danger, I must not leave alone, I must stay. Ignoring the eerie, suffocating atmosphere that permeated her surroundings, Lu Qiaoyan gritted her teeth lightly and made the first and bravest decision in her life.

The wind was gloomy, and the scraps of paper and stacks of documents in the political and religious office were all flying wildly in the air as if they had been doped, and the screams of the air being torn apart were endless.

Long Yunfeng, how did you recognize me? "Director Huang" smiled coldly, like a hungry tiger overlooking a lamb.

I have to admit that at the beginning, you hid the ghost energy on your body very well. Long Yunfeng said eloquently, a touch of approval crossed his cold face, but it instantly turned into a touch of banter and a touch of regret.

However, when I first entered the political and religious office, I suddenly found that the temperature here seems to be much lower than the outside, the doors and windows here are closed very tightly, it stands to reason that no matter what, it will not be colder than the outside, and there must be demons when things go out of the normal situation, at that time, I began to pay attention to you, just at this time, I saw that your sleeves moved, although the amplitude was small, but it still did not escape my eyes, it was a sign of being blown by the wind from the inside out, only the wind blew out of your body, sleeves, to swing in that direction. ”

So, is it the wind that betrays me by blowing the sleeves? "Director Huang" looked at Long Yunfeng with interest, and smiled softly, smiling very gloomy, giving people a weird feeling.

Yes or no. Long Yunfeng smiled indifferently and gently spit out a circle of smoke from his mouth.

Although you were constantly reprimanding that girl just now, the corner of your eye was glancing at me from time to time, and at that time, your sleeves were slowly blown by the wind from the inside out, and the wind that blew your sleeves should be the ghost energy emanating from your soul, right? If I guessed correctly, you kept reprimanding Lu Qiaoyan in the tone of the director of political education, without saying a word to me, the purpose was to distract my attention, and then suddenly kill me, so, at that time, the ghost spirit was slowly released from your thoughts, and more importantly, the eyes you glanced at me had an incomparably ruthless and bloodthirsty aura, like a fierce beast ready to pounce and tear me apart. Such a strong murderous aura, right? ”

Not bad, not bad. "Director Huang" smiled grimly and couldn't help but approving.

Observant and meticulous, it's no wonder that She Mingfei knows your way. "

In this way, you ran to No. 1 Middle School and possessed Director Huang, the purpose was to attack me and breathe a sigh of relief for She Mingfei's waste. Long Yunfeng smiled nonchalantly, his deep eyes revealing a hint of mockery.

He is a waste, but he is entrusted to others, today, for the sake of She Mingfei, you must have an explanation! "Director Huang" shouted loudly, his walnut-like eyes were full of cold light, and his pupils contracted little by little like a compressed spring.

Call! A strong yin wind blew out of the body of "Director Huang", like a flood that bursts its embankment and a rushing river.

The pieces of paper that fell to the ground immediately flew up and began to fold in an orderly manner as if they had been given life.

Gradually, the flying pieces of paper folded and formed, turning into lifelike fist-sized mosquitoes, their empty pupils deep and bewitching, and their white bodies emitting an unusually white halo under the reflection of the sun.

In the wisps of yin wind, they fluttered their papery, but flesh-and-blood wings, whistling towards the dragon cloud wind.

The eyes filled with a tragic murderous aura, a body as white as a dead man, became clearer and clearer in Long Yunfeng's pupils, and the ghostly aura that went back and forth like flying knives and sharp swords seemed to make the airflow in the air stagnate in an instant.

Shikigami! Dongying Yin-Yang Technique! Looking at the paper mosquitoes that were getting closer and closer to him, flying all over the sky, and feeling the gloomy cold coming from their bodies, like a real ghost, Long Yunfeng's eyes were cold, and he screamed.

Manipulative god is a kind of puppet manipulation technique in Dongying Yin-Yang Technique, which is to attach thoughts to paper, and then use special exercises to make the paper become the image of the animal that the caster needs, and exert the unique attack power of that animal in nature.

The higher the caster's path, the stronger the attack power exerted by Shikigami will be, and if the Onmyoji above the realm of ghosts and immortals summons Shikigami to summon Shikigami, then the power exerted by Shikigami will be comparable to that of the animal's body, or even far beyond the attack power of that animal in nature.

You kid still has a little knowledge, that's right, the contemptible Yukio Yamada, the onmyoji of Kyoto Dogomon. "Director Huang" smiled weirdly, raised his right hand slightly, and kept drawing one semicircle after another.

Damn the Dongying people, they dared to go to the land of Huaguo to spread wild, or the northeastern land where their ancestors committed unspeakable crimes decades ago! Hearing Yukio Yamada introduce himself in jerky Chinese, Long Yunfeng's heart was namelessly on fire, the qi and blood inside his body surged, and the blood qi around his body quickly operated.

I saw him take a deep breath, then bend down, and his head suddenly shrank in a strange way, like a toad ready to jump.

Yes! Long Yunfeng's pupils condensed, and his face was as red as dozens of catties of old white dry, and he roared wildly.

Crack! The desk in the center of the office immediately broke in two, and the comfortable chair split apart at the same moment, as if it had been crushed by a bulldozer.

The sound pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, like a stone breaking through the sky.

The menacing, murderous paper mosquito was instantly torn by an extremely powerful force, and shattered into powder in the blink of an eye, and the temperature that had almost dropped to the extreme rose in a straight line, and there seemed to be an invisible but blazing flame burning in the room.

I didn't expect you to have such a martial arts cultivation at such a young age, and your qi and blood masculine are so powerful. Yukio Yamada's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

Shikijin is just an appetizer, a real feast, and it's still to come. ”