At noon, Pang Zhenyu finally woke up, he beat his swollen and painful head, looked at the strange scene around him, and couldn't help frowning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hey, you're awake!" A happy voice came into his ears, he looked up suddenly, and a girl in a black tracksuit suddenly appeared in front of him, and she also looked at him with a smile: "Okay, you thief, where to run!" ”

Yan Tiannan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was about to ask a question, when a crackling sound suddenly sounded from his side, although the sound was inaudible, but when it reached his ears, it was like a thunderbolt!

He shuddered, his eyes wide open, and he looked up at the source of the sound.

"Xiaomei! Lock the door! ”

When Lu Xiaomei was still confused, Yan Tiannan suddenly turned over and jumped back, her slender palm imprinted on the table, and the white air spread.

"Quick!" He yelled.

The white gas dispersed and enveloped the ground, and it turned out to be a rat spirit.

The rat spirit burned with gray flames all over its body, intertwined with the white gas, biting and devouring each other, and from time to time condensed a tiny white projectile, floating in the air and exploding. That's where the crackling sound comes from.

"His magic isn't over yet." His eyebrows narrowed slightly, staring at the rat spirit in front of him.

"Demonic?" Lu Xiaomei asked, a hissing red flame floating in her palm.

"I didn't deal with the demonic nature in his body last night, so I left him behind." When he said this, his eyes suddenly drifted towards Lu Xiaomei, and she blushed again.

"After that, explain, come and help first!"

Yan Tiannan raised his left hand, and the demon slaying pestle that was originally on the top of the tin staff in the bedroom flew over, slowly rotating above the head of the rat spirit, sprinkling golden light.

The red flame in Lu Xiaomei's hand floated out a red flame, like a silk mist spit out by a spider, wrapped around the golden light sprinkled by the demon pestle, and in the blink of an eye, the two colors condensed, turning into a rope, strangling the limbs of the rat spirit.

"Dot! Go call Brother Leng! Lu Xiaomei's sweat seeped out of her forehead, gathered around her neck, and flowed down, "He is the demon king, there must be a way." ”

Zhang Dianyan nodded hurriedly, but just when he wanted to run out, he heard Yan Tiannan suddenly scold: "Don't go!" ”

Lu Xiaomei was stunned, looking at Yan Tiannan's resolute face, and wanted to say something.

He suddenly withdrew his hand, and now only Lu Xiaomei was left to insist, and instantly felt even more powerless, she dragged this spiritual thread hard, turned her head and said, "Brother Nan, I can't hold it!" ”

Yan Tiannan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to recall the demon pestle, put it in his hand, closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, and soon, the demon pestle stood in his palm, and quickly spun up, like a summer milky way, dancing with a faint but eye-catching light.

"Open!"

The white gas condensed for a moment, then exploded in the room.

The bright light was shining, rushing out of the house, scattering flowers everywhere.

In the strong light, Lu Xiaomei and Zhang Dian couldn't help but close their eyes, and Yan Tiannan's body was also slightly shocked.

"Close!"

The tin staff in the room began to tremble wildly, like a living thing, ready to rush out.

The air around them began to distort, as if an invisible flame swirled around.

A bead of sweat appeared on Yan Tiannan's head, slid down, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly roared, his shirt suddenly exploded, and the wave of qi burst out in a ring under his feet, and the strong light suddenly collapsed, and finally turned into a cage, enveloping the rat spirit into it.

Although there were only a few movements, Yan Tiannan seemed to have exhausted all his energy, he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall in a languid manner.

"Whether he can come to his senses or not is up to him." He said, curling the corners of his mouth and smiling helplessly.

At this time, he seemed to have reacted, and Lu Xiaomei seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

He slowly turned his head, and saw these water-stained, red eyes.

He froze, let out a long sigh as she looked at his bare upper body.

But before he could explain, Lu Xiaomei's somewhat trembling voice came: "This, what's going on?" She remembered, she remembered, the mottled marks on his body that he hadn't had when he left.

"It's a long story." He sighed, looked around, and wanted to find a piece of clothing to wear, but now the living room was full of mess, and he had to go back to the bedroom to get it, but he hadn't taken a step yet, but he was pulled by Lu Xiaomei.

She trembled and touched his chest, sliding over the patches or scabs or patterns that had already formed, and her heart felt a pang of pain.

This kind of scar could never have been tattooed by himself, but on the contrary, it was more like it was burned raw.

An itchy touch spilled into his heart from the place where Lu Xiaomei's fingertips were scratched, and he hurriedly pressed her hand and said, "It's already good." ”

"How the hell did you get it?" She suddenly roared and shook his hand away.

Yan Tiannan was stunned in place, he didn't expect Lu Xiaomei's reaction to be so big, so he could only say, "When the rat spirit recovers, I'll tell you slowly." ”

Lu Xiaomei slowly closed her eyes, in fact, she had already guessed seven or eight points, she turned around and returned to the house, and slammed the door shut.

He looked at the closed door, and panicked in his heart, he turned around in front of the door for a long time, wanting to knock on the door and enter, but he was afraid that it would make Lu Xiaomei even more uncomfortable, so he had to walk around in front of the door and didn't know how to start.

At this moment, the cage behind him suddenly let out a loud roar, and the floor under his feet shook, leaving countless cracks.

The rat spirit's eyes glowed red, and its hair bloomed like gray fireworks.

He leaned over, jumped, and swung his claws down, their claws slicing through the air, leaving red fire marks that slammed into the cage.

That's obviously how the bang just came about.

The rat spirit flipped around, and then rushed again, slashing its claws into the cage with a glowing white light, leaving long paw prints.

The demon slaying pestle on top of the cage also became a little unstable as he hit it again and again.

Yan Tiannan's pupils shrank when he saw this, and hurriedly walked forward, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and the tin staff in the bedroom suddenly rushed to him, he rotated his hands, holding the tin staff and balancing it in front of his eyes.

It seems that this rat spirit is a little more powerful than he thought.

The rat spirit seemed to have found a way out of it, jumping faster and faster in the cage, the sound of explosions was incessant, and the ground kept shaking, and cracks were spreading.

After another impact, the popping sound was mixed with the sound of glass breaking.

The film of light exploded in the cage and disappeared.

The rat spirit leaped back, raised its head and let out a sharp whistling, its front paws slashing fiercely, this time the sharp nails finally slashing into the grating.

The grating is like a ceramic melted in a fire, and several filaments are pulled out by the nails of the rat spirit, and the faint scratches are left on it, which is particularly eye-catching.