However, just as the face disappeared, a strange wave pierced the trunk of the tree.

Hiss~!

Immediately after, a faint sound came from the trunk of the tree, accompanied by a faint white liquid.

Looking at this faint white liquid, as well as the strange fluctuations left in the air, it is undoubtedly the formic acid of the little ants.

At this time, the trunk of the tree was about a finger's width through it, but there was nothing in the trunk.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the immature voice of the little ant sounded.

Buzz~!

Immediately afterward, a subtle humming sound drifted away before disappearing into the sky above the villa.

......

"That Coach Wang's face again?"

At this time, Zhao Yiran, who returned to the villa, sat on the sofa and said softly.

"That's right, what I really see is Coach Wang's face.

Why can't this man be killed?"

Just as Zhao Yiran's voice fell, the voice of the little ant sounded in Zhao Yiran's spiritual sea.

"No, I'm afraid that Coach Wang is already dead, and now ...... Maybe it's just a puppet, right?"

Zhao Yiran said while shaking his head slightly.

It was the only apt description he could find.

"Xiao Ling, you continue to guard, I'll go and see Ling'er's situation. ”

Zhao Yiran snorted lightly, got up from the sofa, and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

At this moment, the sound of thunder came from the staircase.

"Master, master, Sister Ling'er is awake!"

As Thunder's slightly old voice remembered, a scream followed......

"Ah~~!"

This scream was made by Zhao Ling'er!

Hearing this, Zhao Yiran's face froze: "It's not good, something happened...... Huh?"

Just when Zhao Yiran wanted to quickly go to the second floor, a slight fluctuation spread out beside him, and then a familiar figure emerged!

"Ling'er?"

Looking at Zhao Ling'er, who seemed to appear beside him in an instant, Zhao Yiran frowned slightly: "What's wrong?

"There is ~ an old man in my room......"

Just woke up, the frightened Zhao Ling'er grabbed Zhao Yiran's arm tightly and pointed to the location of the stairs on the second floor.

"Uh......"

Hearing Zhao Ling'er's words, Zhao Yiran was full of black lines...... The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Hahaha~!Sister Ling'er, that's the third junior brother, not an old man~!"

At this moment, Xiao Ling's figure appeared at the staircase.

Behind him, Lei Ting climbed down the handrail of the stairs, with a look of grievance: "Sister Ling'er, I'm not an old man...... It's just that my voice is a little..."

"Thunder, huh, why is your voice ......?"

Looking at the figure of Lei Ting, Zhao Yiran hesitated, turned his head to look at Zhao Yiran with an embarrassed face, and the laughter of the little ant echoed in his ears.

"It's really you, Thunder~!"

Hearing the sound of thunder again, Zhao Ling'er let out a long sigh of relief, and reached out to pat his chest that was undulating up and down.

It seems to have really scared me just now.

At this time, the expression on Lei Ting's face became even more aggrieved.

Although this evolution has made its voice better, it still sounds a little old.

Especially compared to the immature childlike voice of the little ant.

......

"Thunder ~ Yes ~ I'm sorry, I just woke up, I thought it was still on the side of the small puddle~ I thought it was the person standing on the coffin next to me......"

After a while, Zhao Ling'er said to Lei Ting with a little apology, and at the same time looked at Zhao Yiran helplessly.

However, just as the face disappeared, a strange wave pierced the trunk of the tree.

Hiss~!

Immediately after, a faint sound came from the trunk of the tree, accompanied by a faint white liquid.

Looking at this faint white liquid, as well as the strange fluctuations left in the air, it is undoubtedly the formic acid of the little ants.

At this time, the trunk of the tree was about a finger's width through it, but there was nothing in the trunk.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the immature voice of the little ant sounded.

Buzz~!

Immediately afterward, a subtle humming sound drifted away before disappearing into the sky above the villa.

......

"That Coach Wang's face again?"

At this time, Zhao Yiran, who returned to the villa, sat on the sofa and said softly.

"That's right, what I really see is Coach Wang's face.

Why can't this man be killed?"

Just as Zhao Yiran's voice fell, the voice of the little ant sounded in Zhao Yiran's spiritual sea.

"No, I'm afraid that Coach Wang is already dead, and now ...... Maybe it's just a puppet, right?"

Zhao Yiran said while shaking his head slightly.

It was the only apt description he could find.

"Xiao Ling, you continue to guard, I'll go and see Ling'er's situation. ”

Zhao Yiran snorted lightly, got up from the sofa, and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

At this moment, the sound of thunder came from the staircase.

"Master, master, Sister Ling'er is awake!"

As Thunder's slightly old voice remembered, a scream followed......

"Ah~~!"

This scream was made by Zhao Ling'er!

Hearing this, Zhao Yiran's face froze: "It's not good, something happened...... Huh?"

Just when Zhao Yiran wanted to quickly go to the second floor, a slight fluctuation spread out beside him, and then a familiar figure emerged!

"Ling'er?"

Looking at Zhao Ling'er, who seemed to appear beside him in an instant, Zhao Yiran frowned slightly: "What's wrong?

"There is ~ an old man in my room......"

Just woke up, the frightened Zhao Ling'er grabbed Zhao Yiran's arm tightly and pointed to the location of the stairs on the second floor.

"Uh......"

Hearing Zhao Ling'er's words, Zhao Yiran was full of black lines...... The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Hahaha~!Sister Ling'er, that's the third junior brother, not an old man~!"

At this moment, Xiao Ling's figure appeared at the staircase.

Behind him, Lei Ting climbed down the handrail of the stairs, with a look of grievance: "Sister Ling'er, I'm not an old man...... It's just that my voice is a little..."

"Thunder, huh, why is your voice ......?"

Looking at the figure of Lei Ting, Zhao Yiran hesitated, turned his head to look at Zhao Yiran with an embarrassed face, and the laughter of the little ant echoed in his ears.

"It's really you, Thunder~!"

Hearing the sound of thunder again, Zhao Ling'er let out a long sigh of relief, and reached out to pat his chest that was undulating up and down.

It seems to have really scared me just now.

At this time, the expression on Lei Ting's face became even more aggrieved.

Although this evolution has made its voice better, it still sounds a little old.

Especially compared to the immature childlike voice of the little ant.

......

"Thunder ~ Yes ~ I'm sorry, I just woke up, I thought it was still on the side of the small puddle~ I thought it was the person standing on the coffin next to me......"

After a while, Zhao Ling'er said to Lei Ting with a little apology, and at the same time looked at Zhao Yiran helplessly.